It’s Strawhat’s birthday. At least, from what he’d overheard from the Strawhat crew. After all the help Strawhat had been, Law figures he could bring a gift, and yet, a gift could be dangerous. He couldn’t have Strawhat thinking they were friends, and a gift was bound to suggest that. Thus, Law has a better idea. Two gigantic bowls of the spiciest curry in the world has been set up on the table. One bowl has been labelled ‘Strawhat’ and the other ‘Winner’. Law, naturally, steps up to the

Ever since Luffy opened his eyes on May 5th he has been chuckling and smiling and no wonder, it was his birthday and he has been waiting eagerly for the "sign" (when the party starts). Although Luffy tends to be impatient, he really didn't mind that his crew mates took some extra time with the preparations because he knew they'd do their best so all he could do is to sit down and relax.

Law was sailing with them and he was too invited to the banquet by the others (and Luffy obviously assumed he'd join there too whether the surgeon wanted or not). The captain of the Heart Pirates had been mysterious the whole morning but Luffy didn't suspect anything because all he could think of was the upcoming party.

When it was (finally) the time, the rest of the crew gave Law the honor to blindfold Luffy's eyes and asked him to lead their captain to this beautiful and uninhabited island where they had set the tables and other stuff for the evening. The captain could already sense the smell of the food but he had no idea that Law had given a helping hand with one of the dishes.

After hearing the rules of the challenge Luffy got all hyped up. This competition sounded like so much fun for the straw hatted boy and that bowl was indeed big but little did he know that spicy meant spicy. It almost looked like there came steam out of his mouth while the captain kept gobbling (of course not at the same usual superspeed because even for culinarist like him, the curry was pretty hot to handle) while the others were cheering for both of them. When Luffy finally finished the dish, it seemed like Law barely started.

"Man, that was loads of fun and I won. Thanks for the challenge Torao~!" He gave a big pat on his back (maybe a couple of them) and expressed how happy he was with Law's surprise but for him it was barely a starter so he declares excitedly that the party must go on. Yosh! Next up is that bird!" he chuckles and drags Law to see closer that giant turkey Sanji had prepared for the feast.

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“Death to Flamingo” by sbennettartwork

Ikkaku’s birthday gift to her beloved captain! Perfect for framing and hanging on the wall of his quarters, being turned into a mural for the rec room of the Tang, printed on T-shirts or the back of a jacket, or perhaps even printed as business cards!

Inspired by conversations with @medicus-mortem and @shambledsurgeon but dedicated to all my Law RPers. Commissioned by me. Basically I told the artist to make it look like a garish vinyl cover, and boy did he deliver in the best way! 

Reblogs are encouraged but do not repost/steal artwork.

♒ Which of the Worst Generation would you like as a one night stand?

♡ ♡ ♡  anonymous

Morgan could see their faces as per the photographs of their bounty posters. There certainly were some interesting men among the ranks of the Worst Generation but the selection depended on more than looks. It depended on printed stories, whispers she'd heard about these men (and lady) which only added to their infamy, therefore adding to their charm as well.

There was one who seemed to stand out from the rest in both physique and reputation, the kind of man Morgan would enjoy to get intimate with but whose sense of duty and honour, according to what aspiring pirates said, was equally appealing to Lord Silver's daughter.

❝ Master Roronoa does not seem too bad of a choice. ❞ Morgan tried to sound candid, uninterested even, but a smile took over her. ❝ If I must pick one." She added in the hopes of sounding coy.  ❞

send ♒ and a sinday question

Send ⛓️ and I’ll write a starter where our muses wake up handcuffed together

::Wake Up Chained

Dispite her best efforts, Galatea was trembling rather violently. She could see the faint outline of another person laying next to her in the darkness. She couldn’t tell how long she had been there, or even how long she had been awake, but her fright radiated from the pit of heavy searing terror that sat in her stomach.

Her and the figure were on a mattress that smelled of something foul, rancid, and sharp- like milk or meat that had been left in a trunk of a car on a hot summers day. The rusted springs groaned with protest with every small movement she made. Occasionally, she thought she could hear the distant noise of traffic, a dog barking at a nearby trespasser, muffled voices, maybe a siren- or perhaps even a rattle of an old truck passing by just outside.

Galatea had experimentally pulled on the restraints that held her wrists above her head, only to freeze when she saw the figure across from her move. She had held her breath for what seemed like minutes, wide eyes straining to make out shapes in the darkness until she was sure that they weren’t awake. (In hindsight, her fear of them didn’t make much sense: why would whoever tied her up tie up one of their allies with her?) Taking a few breaths, she regained control of her rampaging anxiety and realized that both of their hands were bound together and trapped on a thick pole of the rusted iron bed frame.

There was not much she could think to do, frozen in the silence. The dust drifting through the air was a welcome change from the vile mattress that had been used for god-knows-what, but the quiet was almost worse than the thought of what was going to happen next.

To pass the time, she scraped the very edges of her panicked mind to try and think of any possible reason she was in such a place. Did she owe someone money and forget? Did someone not like her teaching methods? It didn’t relieve her uneasiness in the slightest, and she couldn’t help but let out a frightened whimper once she noticed that the person beside her was starting to move on their own. Her shaking grew worse.

34: How would you like to die?

“This almost sounds like a threat, but I’m sure you know better,” Crocodile said, a bit of mockery in his tone. That said, he knew the question was serious. He wasn’t entirely certain how he wanted to answer, or if he even wanted to.

Against his better judgment, he decided to entertain the thought. How would he like to die?

 “The short answer would be of old age, reminiscing my achievements, successes,” But the long answer? It was a foolish dream. He’d long cast it away, buried it in the recess of his mind to never think about again.

He wanted to die surrounded by people he could trust. How could he? He’d never allow himself to trust anyone ever again. Not after his many failures that proved people were not to be trusted. Until now, only Daz Bones was proving him wrong, but even after years of loyal service, Crocodile still couldn’t say he trusted the man.

Crocodile’s dream was to die surrounded by a crew he would have come to love and trust. He used to be a dreamer, but thinking about this just felt like pleasant nonsense nowadays. When he lost, his heart ached and longed for it- but now? Now he just thought it was stupid. A waste of time and feelings.

“Mostly, I’d like to die as I lived. As a pirate.” Preferably a pirate king with a crew, but these words would remain unsaid, and Crocodile would keep them buried.

No one could know.

🐈 - are you superstitious? if so, how? are you superstitious in unconventional ways?

ask game!

(also asked by @dearestrevenants and @mayflowermarred)

   I usually say that I am not superstitious and that I generally consider everything about superstitious a bullshit, but it is rather hard for you to behave not like superstitious, when you lived in a family where religion and some old superstitions of an ancient era were mixed. And this is not only my family, but almost the whole country is like that. In general, sometimes I do and don’t do some things, and then I realize that I did them this way, because there is some kind of superstition. In general, if I do something, it usually happens unknowingly.

she watched the clock intently.  mister nine was thirty seconds over and counting.  hand hovering over her pistol,  she earnestly hoped that her partner would magically appear,  objective completed.  vivi was no fighter,  but she was the best driver that baroque works could ever hope to have.  the position afforded her some semblance of security.  safe in her vehicle,  she was only ever required to get her hands dirty if it seemed like things were really getting out of hand.  as the seconds turned into minutes,  she was getting the creeping sensation that shit was most definitely hitting the fan.

had you asked her a couple of years ago,  vivi would have never imagined herself in this position.  there were winding roads that lead her to becoming a baroque works agent,  all of which pained her to even think about.  there were days when she couldn’t even recognize herself in the mirror.  still,  she had long since put all her eggs into one basket.  there was no turning back,  even if she wanted to. 

she ended her waiting game the moment the third minute passed.  every other assignment had gone off without a hitch.  together with mister nine,  she had quite the reputation.  she had full confidence in her partner but for him to be stalled meant that there was trouble brewing. vivi popped open the driver’s door,  gun tucked gently into its holster.  the towering mansion only had a handful of lights on and she only had a vague idea of its layout.  she was the getaway driver,  for god’s sake!  as she approached,  she noticed that the front door was ajar.  nine had been instructed to go through the second floor window.

there had to be others here.  // @pilawforhire

vivi swallowed the lump in her throat,  nudging the door open with her toe.  the stench of blood hit her like a brick.  on either side of the door were two incapacitated guards---  a fact that might not have concerned her if she didn’t notice that they were definitely not taken down by mister nine.  before she could inspect the bodies further,  the sound of furniture breaking caught her attention.  without hesitation,  vivi headed towards the source of the sound,  coming to stop right in front of where she assumed was the library.

inside,  she noted several armed individuals stuck in a standstill,  mister nine among them.  she recognized a few others whether it be by face or outfit.  were they all really after the same guy?  he was meant to be a brutal example of what happens to snitches.  her blood ran cold.  it would be advantageous for her to not make herself known,  but she wasn’t too sure that nine could hold up on his own while she formulated a plan.  wouldn’t it be nice if everyone could just get along and agree to kill their target together and then split the benefits after?  she almost made herself laugh. the tension was suffocating.  the only one speaking was the man of the hour,  a sweaty,  ragged mess who was trying to convince this hoard of trained assassins to not do the one thing they were being paid to do.  she had the feeling that his begging was getting him nowhere.  

“ oh,  screw this, “  she heard mister nine say,  his snooty drawl unmistakable.  vivi wasn’t much of a curser but there was no stopping her from uttering a distinct,  “ shit. “ 

in a blink of an eye,  all hell broke loose.  vivi charged the door,  making a bee line for mister nine.  he was in the middle of clubbing a thug in the face when he finally noticed her,  a look of relief on his face.  there would be time for well deserved thank yous later.  among a hurricane of splinters and broken glass,  she dove for cover behind an overturned coffee table only to feel a searing pain run through her leg.  she hissed,  immediately clutching the wound.  vivi drew her leg close,  wincing at the damage.  she was no doctor but she knew that no exit hole meant that the bullet was still in there somewhere.  just her luck.  blood seeped through her fingers as she applied pressure to her leg. 

she had to get to nine.  there as no way this was how they were going out.  vivi crawled in the general direction of her partner,  using the rows of shelves as more cover.  the pain was getting to her head.  this was why she was the driver.  but maybe after all of this,  she’d give that little snitch a piece of her mind. 

“ how did this happen? ”

Pouting, both embarrassed and irritated that out of all people he would catch her in a situation like this. There she was up on the tree holding onto a frisbee that she was trying to get for one of the small kids from her apartment building.  Of course, she could get down, the problem was that one of the branches she used to climb up broke down and fell on the ground.

“I-i reaaaally dont want to talk about it...” she muttered while sitting on top looking away. Besides Law, there were two little boys next to him, one of them with a freckled face and curly brown hair snickered. “She tried to get it for us coz she said we were too little to climb...but now she is stuck like a cat! “. The other boy a bit more polite, with his black hair peeking out of his baseball cap, peered over at the tall man. 

“Are you her boyfriend mister? You are suuuuper tall maybe you can climb up and get her!”. To this scenario, Nessa’s face continued to flare in bright red as she glared down at the little boys.

One Piece Roleplay

@pilawforhire / @someidioticurl

The last time Law and Emil interacted, months ago, wasn't exactly the best.

Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?

“It's a gamble that one chooses to take when the opportunity arises. I’m not saying it's impossible to find someone you can trust with your life but...” soft sigh escapes her lips. “Danger is always close by and many unpredictable situations can happen when you decided to give your heart away to someone. Still...I wont deny that the concept of love and commitment is appealing and I suppose its nice to have at least one person you can rely on in this gloomy world “

// Random character question! Has Lucci ever had his heart broken?

@pilawforhire

Not really, it would more be the other way if it comes to his canon self. Thanks to having to wear masks and go undercover, you bet he had here or there even a relationship. One that he surely dumped once the mission is over, hardly feeling bad or sad in the end.

It does happen kinda in one of the Au verses, in his modern verse where he had met a certain Organisation Leader before ways parted. Thought as stubborn as he is, he never told this one over his feelings, since he knows very well that this was simply a playtime thing for the other.

“Have you ever written Poneglyphs of your own…?” Words uttered seemingly randomly after a brief silence spent in a pensive mood. “Not necessarily using the same medium as the ancient Poneglyphs you now seek to find, but your story, it should be preserved. At least, I’d like to read or hear it, someday.”

{🌸} —  @pilawforhire

Robin lowered the thick book in her hands that covered the vision to turn her attention directly to the serious man with whom she shared the environment. Law’s question made her reflect for a few seconds, reminding her of the many times, when she was still a child, that she tried to scribble the old writing just to decipher what she was reading while looking for a correct translation. Most of the times Robin just satified with the reading itself. It was not easy to write using those hieroglyphs.

When Law finished speaking, Robin smiled serenely at him. “That interest is very kind of you, Trao-kun.” With the book in her arms, she got up from where she was to get a piece of paper and a pen to write a short sentence with an elegant handwriting trying to capture the ancient writing that studied so much during all these years. 

Satisfied with what she wrote, the archaeologist walked towards the doctor, gesturing while spoke again “I’m afraid that my story is too uninteresting to be perpetuated in such a valuable way. But perhaps…” She leaned over to hold the chin of Trafalgar Law with one hand, playing gently with her index finger on his smoth goatee. “The story of a D. boy is more appropriate.” Finally, a twinge of grace could be noticed in her voice at the same time that the black-haired woman leaves, between his lips, the little message she had written to next return to her upright posture and head out of the library. 

The message to Law was nothing more than the man’s own name, which she had already practiced before, but he didn’t need to know that. Also, that old piece of paper wouldn’t last so long in the world to be read by anyone.

Well, yes, she could write whatever she wanted using the ancient symbols of the poneglyphs, but a few years ago she had promised herself that she would never use ancient writing to hide her own secrets like a little girl did with a diary.

@pilawforhire​ continued from here

It was five minutes to midnight when Ikkaku arrived at the cemetery, its wrought-iron fence casting long shadows in the moonlight. Most locals avoided the place – legend said that nearly a century ago the dead had started to come back to life due to tainted soil. She wasn’t sure if it was true, but it was the reason that people on Joras were cremated or buried at sea. The church itself wasn’t much more welcoming, its heavy doors and stained-glass windows boldly showcasing elaborate depictions of the Old Ones. While most were starting to pull away from the old religion, there were still devout followers who worshiped the likes of the Great Dreamer and the Nameless Fear-Eater.

Growing up on an island packed with those kinds of stories, plus the tales her grandfather loved to tell, made it so she didn’t even blink when a lanky figure stepped out of the shadows like a dark wraith.

“You’ve sure as hell got a flare for the dramatics, don’t ya, Captain Trafalgar Law?” Ikkaku asked, a bit of a wry smirk curling her lips. “I like that. Means our working relationship won’t be boring.”

Adri had been the one to provide her with the name. Once he’d said those three little words, all the other puzzle pieces fell into place. Though, she did feel justified in not recognizing the submarine as a pirate ship, especially since she’d always assumed a jolly roger had to be a skull and crossbones.

Upon realizing all this and just what he was offering, she had run home to the lighthouse, barely stopping to catch her breath before telling her grandfather everything. For his part, Gramps had listened quietly before giving her his blessing – while it wasn’t safe or perfect, a life of piracy would get her off the thrice-cursed island and let her live out her dream, and that was all he’d ever wanted for her.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t on standby in case this meeting went sour. The lighthouse wasn’t far off, and old man had always had a knack for sensing when his granddaughter was in danger. Buranku Tomasu was more than willing to bloody his hands to protect her.

He’d done it before, after all. More times than she knew.

Ikkaku’s thick coat and gloves protected her body from the harsh wind that nipped at her cheeks, giving them an ironically rosy, innocent flush. She hefted a large canvas bag over her shoulder before sauntering up to Law to look him dead in the eye. Her dream was on the line, after all, and she refused to back down. “I spent the day thinking over your questions. Figured if I couldn’t answer them, you wouldn’t let me join up. I know pirates can be pretty fucking awful. Gramps worked on a merchant ship on the Grand Line and lost a lot of his friends to the Rocks Pirates. But he also spent a decent amount of time hunted by the Marines for daring to defy his captain to save his shipmates’ lives. So, there’s assholes all over. The difference is at least pirates admit that they’re awful.”

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that, despite what she was about to confess, this man had no right to judge her. As a pirate captain, he’d assuredly done his fair share of unsavory things, and likely for far worse reasons. “As for the rest of it…you said that there’s no turning back once I’ve embarked on a lawless life. Well, guess what, Trafalgar? I’ve already killed a man and fed his and his friends’ mangled corpses to the sharks to cover it up. Don’t regret it, and I’d do it again. I will do it again, because sooner or later, another son of a bitch is going to get the bright idea to try and corner me in a dark alley, and I’ll do worse than bash his brains in with an empty wine bottle.”

It almost felt like absolution, admitting her crime. No one on the island knew what she and Gramps had done. Yet here she was, entrusting her secret to a man she barely knew, but somehow already trusted more than any other in Joras. Enough that she was willing to commit more crimes at his command.

Being understood like this? Already made her feel freer than she’d ever been.

Emboldened, she opened her bag and pulled out a large pair of bolt cutters, easily breaking the chain of the padlock that secured the cemetery gate. “You told me to bring lock picking tools; this is what I’ve got. You should have realized I’m not exactly subtle,” she quipped, eyes bright with mischief. “And by the way, if you were planning on scaring me off with grave robbing, you’re shit out of luck; the corpses were all dug up and cremated decades ago. Now, the church itself, that’s got a few shiny old relics on display that I’m sure a man like you would like to get his hands on. Including a bejeweled skull.”

"Is there such a thing as a good death?"

@pilawforhire

That question wasn't the first time it was brought up. Many times she herself asked the same thing, but it was oddly morbid to hear a young man ask that. Then again, she knew very well who the Surgeon of Death was, most people in the medical field were somewhat familiar with the infamous young pirate doctor. 

Snickering quietly the old crone never looked up from the files she was holding in her hands. Scratching a few things with the tip of her pen as she looked at the patient's information one more time. “Good death eh? Mmmhm....it depends on the perspective lad. Some would say to die in sleep would be great, or a quick swift death.....or die honorable on the battlefield. One thing I can confirm is ...nobody wants to suffer, dying from long disease, illness, torture it ain't something anyone wants. Ya are quite a curious lad, what makes ya ask this questions boy?

(( And finally- the food moodboard for the gals requested by @pilawforhire! ))

(( This was the toughest one because It’s so hard to find text aesthetic things fitting for this. In any case- the gals have their faves, but really they love anything fresh. It’s mostly to do with the fact they are so used to eating fresh things. ))

[ （；へ：） = What makes the character cry / upset ]

HEADCANONS LIST! (ADD MORE IF YOU WISH)

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

There are two different versions of Shanks crying or being upset. The first is when he’s just being a baby. This is when he’s about to get into trouble with someone (Mihawk or Benn) or when he’s trying to manipulate someone into letting him get his way (also Mihawk or Benn). This kind of crying/upset is mostly done for show, because he knows it’s funny. He knows it looks silly and it definitely gets a laugh. That’s what he loves: hearing people laugh. So if he has to cry like a big baby and throw a fake temper tantrum to make people laugh and comfortable, then that’s what he’ll do. 

As for really crying or being upset, it takes a lot. He cried a lot when he was a kid, when the Captain was executed, when the crew disbanded. He hasn’t cried recently. He was sad when Whitebeard passed, he was empathetic towards Luffy, but nothing there would make him really shed a tear. If he lost his own crew, he would cry. He’d shut down perhaps, struggling to figure out what’s next. Especially if who he lost was someone like Beckman or Roo or Yasopp. He loves all his crew, but the main squad are his oldest friends. 

Hurting his friends, threatening his friends, making him the cause for tragedy against his friends are all ways to get him upset. But that is an anger, not a crying upset. He’ll go after you with whatever he’s got to prevent any harm coming to those he loves.