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nehswritesstuffs · 9 months

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 2

I feel like a little gremlin posting this already, but meh whatever.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3]

Doflamingo makes sure his Elite Officers are prepared, while Viola makes a chilling discovery via an unlikely ally. [2632 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose very existence makes Law’s life hell]

Antonia knew she was dreaming as she sat at the kitchen table, her father sitting across from her as her mother was at the stove. It was a rare day when her father was not working during dinnertime, having come home early for a change.

“What is it that you do for work, Papa?” she asked curiously. Her father, lacking the signature makeup he would later be known for, paused to think.

“It’s difficult to explain unless you know a lot of things,” he nodded. “I can explain it, once you’ve been to school for a few years, but for now, you can know that I work in an office.”

“Oh… okay…”

“You’re making her sad,” her mother chided gently. She put plates down in front of Antonia and Papa, her face blurred and out-of-focus. “Even if she doesn’t understand yet, she can know what it is you do.”

“Fine,” Papa whined dramatically, giving Antonia a sly wink. She giggled quietly as Mama got her own plate and sat down. “You see, it’s—”

A low rumble cut Papa off, making him and Mama both put their forks down.

“What’s that…?” Antonia wondered. She watched as her parents exchanged worried looks, not knowing what it meant. “Mama…? Papa…?”

“I’m going to take a look,” Mama said. Papa put his hand on hers, but she stood up anyhow. She went into the other room and looked out the window…

DO-DON

The adult Antonia woke up with a gasp, a sickening shiver wracking her entire body. She grabbed at her chest and tried to breathe, the action difficult as her panic refused to leave, instead settling in as it had so many times before. Trembling, she held herself steady on the couch as she attempted to breathe—in, hold, out—in, hold, out—in, hold, out—ignoring the blood pounding in her ears and how dizzy she felt.

It had been a long time since she had dreamt of the day her mother died, and part of her wondered why she needed a relapse right then and there. That day had been such a blur, with her father taking her from their country that had been plunged into war and brought her to Uncle Doffy’s place in Spider Miles. Papa and Uncle Doffy had been estranged from fighting before then, but when he saw her, his face lit up, and he immediately made her father Corazón.

She could barely remember back then—it had only been bits and pieces due to how young she was—so why of all things to remember from when she was five years old, it was watching her mother get blown apart by a mortar?

Breathing and heart rate finally leveled out, Antonia carefully stood and tested her balance—normal. She looked at the clock and saw that she overslept; a couple more minutes and it would be time for the Elite Officers meeting. After checking herself in the mirror and putting on her boots, cloak, and mask, she left her room and headed towards the Hall of Suites, stepping foot inside just as the minute arrived.

“You’re late, girl,” Trebol sniffed sourly. Sure enough, she had been the only one missing.

“I am on time, as you often fail to notice,” she sniped. Antonia took the seat of her birthright and became Corazón, proud that the tall back showed the Heart design that put her above the others. She looked at her uncle as he stood on the other side of the hall. “Why such a gathering, Joker?”

“We need to be on high alert,” he said. “I have reason to believe that Trafalgar Law is coming towards our lovely little chateau, complete with a housewarming present.”

“Your source is positive that he’s coming?” Diamante frowned.

“Fufufu, of course. Buffalo is too stupid to lie about a thing like that, and Law himself confirmed it. He thinks he’s being cute, claiming he has Cesar Clown hostage.”

“I thought Vergo was monitoring Punk Hazard,” Corazón noted. “Why would he let a deserter like Trafalgar take custody of him?”

“Vergo and Monet are both dead,” Joker said, the grin vanishing from his face. “He’s made an alliance with some upstarts from his Generation, thinking he can pressure me into giving up the throne and my Warlord status by dangling that little shit in front of me.”

The Hall went quiet. Trafalgar being out in the wild with no contact had definitely been a wild card, but none of them had designs as to how that card would be played. This had to be a bluff…

“Who has he allied with?” Corazón wondered.

“The Straw Hat Pirates, it seems,” Joker replied. “A little rubber freak and his adequately small-time buddies… I doubt they’ll be of much use compared to his normal crew.”

“How do you want us to proceed?” Pica asked.

“Indeed,” Diamante added. “There is the tournament to think about, Young Master.”

“The tournament continues as normal,” Joker said, waving a hand dismissively. “Tighten security, but do so discreetly. That’s still bait and plenty of upstarts and desperate has-beens are going to want a crack at it.”

“As you wish,” Diamante nodded.

“Then I shall stay with Sugar at her post,” Trebol added. “She is going to need to be in top form for the tournament, especially if the wayward brat is coming back home.”

“Then you, my darling Corazón,” Joker grinned, mirth returning to his voice, “are going to do what you do best.”

Keep the Organization beating and full of life.

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“Your tears are sincere, my dear; when you asked me to kill a man, those tears, your emotions… they were genuine.”

Viola huffed and her subordinates laughed. They currently were trying to beat information out of a member of the Straw Hat Pirates, the blond pervert taken in by the Donquixote Officer’s beauty.

“I know what you must be here for—to take on Doffy and pin the blame elsewhere.”

“Except, I know the tears of a woman, and you are a woman who wishes to be free of this life,” the blond crooned. Viola looked at her subordinates as they chuckled.

“Didn’t think we’d see one like him again for a while,” one said.

“No kidding—his simp game is stupid,” said another. “Shall we dispose of him, ma’am?”

“I don’t know…” She went and kicked the pirate in the face without warning, knocking him back a few feet so that he lay splayed out before her. Putting her thumb and forefinger together, she activated her Devil Fruit ability, beginning to look deep into the man’s soul. “I wonder what sort of trivialities I’ll find here…”

…except, as Viola scoured his mind, all she saw was as the blond said: he was in awe and wonder at her beauty, was in love with her fiery soul, and was ready to lay down his life if it meant she was able to live without fear or pain. She gasped, her chest feeling tight; his intentions might have involved lecherous leanings, but he was the genuine article…

“A million people of good standing could denounce you and I would still never doubt your tears.”

Viola was almost gasping for breath as his genuine convictions almost suffocated her. If this was the type of man that Law allowed himself to be allied with, then there was no way she could kill him.

Els mares siguin maleïts… if she was wrong about this…

“Hierro Lágrima… MEKUJIRA!”

It took only mere moments for Viola to take out the men assigned to her with her Devil Fruit, summoning giant whales made of tears. They all were knocked unconscious and she breathed a sigh of relief, resting long enough to get her bearings before slinging one of the blond’s arms over her shoulder.

“Quickly, before they wake,” she ordered. The blond seemed to be in a daze as he was hauled out of the warehouse and off to where Viola could help clean him up. “We need to get you out of here.”

“My crew goes when our captain says so,” he replied. She cringed at that admission.

“You have Law amongst your numbers, and he needs to fall back so we can parley with him,” she explained. She found a crate to sit him on while she began wiping his face with a handkerchief. “If anything is going to go right then he needs to work with those of us who can get him to the Corazón…”

“Wait… you’d help him kill the Corazón…?” he wondered, completely confused.

“…wait… you mean… he’s not here to rescue her…?” He shook his head at that and she cussed under her breath. “Why… why would he want to kill her…?”

“…to be thorough…?”

Viola stopped cleaning the blond’s face and stared at him, eyes wide in shock. “What…?”

“He… uh… wants to kill the Elite Officers if he at all can,” he explained. “That includes Corazón, even though he doesn’t know her.”

“…but… he does…” A weight seemed to drop in her stomach. “Oh no… I have to contact someone! Do you have a transponder snail?!”

“Yes, but I…!”

“I need to contact the Corazón’s subordinate,” Viola stated, “or else someone very important to Law is going to die and I promised I wouldn’t let that happen to her.”

That, honestly, was all the convincing the blond needed.

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“This place sure is something,” Franky muttered as he sat down on some of the coliseum’s bench seating. Thunder Soldier slid in next to him, trying to keep a low profile.

“Blood sports often are,” the toy mused sourly. It scanned the crowd, pensive. “Do you really think that the boy can win?”

“Tch, yeah, I’d put money on him every day of the week,” Franky scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. He understood why someone would be wary of Luffy’s abilities at first glance. “You’ve never seen the kid in action—he’s the real deal.”

“He needs to be if he’s going to make it far,” Thunder Soldier replied. The entire stadium then hushed as someone walked out onto the battle arena.

“It’s the princeseta!” someone gasped.

“Princess Antonia?!”

“As if this couldn’t get any better!”

“Wow! A member of the royal family!”

“Whoever wins this tournament is going to be truly favored!”

“Princess…?” Franky wondered. He allowed his eyes to zoom in on the person on the battlefield, ignoring the blurry image of her on the giant snail-screens. She was dressed in an elegant pale pink blouse with hearts on it, as well as the sort of tailored slacks one would see in a high-profile business meeting. Her bronzed skin suggested plenty of recreational time outdoors, which was only complimented by her light-brown, wavy, shoulder-length hair.

“That is Princess Antonia,” Thunder Soldier said, voice deflated. “She is the pride and joy of the Donquixote Family and all of Dressrosa. Her late father was Doflamingo’s younger brother.”

“So the rumor goes.” Franky continued to stare, hoping that no one would realize what he was doing; the fact he was able to get in as a toy was a great cover so far and he didn’t want the resulting anonymity ruined so quickly. “I’ve been led to believe that she’s not entirely what she seems.”

“Correct,” Thunder Soldier said. “She is honestly the most ruthless of the Donquixote Generals, working with only one subordinate under her command. Without her, even if they were capable in their own rights, the Family would have a much tougher time keeping a hold on things.”

“I take it the little sis is a super PR machine?”

“In more ways than one.” The princess opened the tournament with pithy platitudes and the crowd roared in admiration; it was a true love for their monarch. “Just remember: she is a victim too, even though she does not know it.”

“How is she Donquixote’s most ruthless general, but still a victim?”

“…because there is a goodness in her that has not been entirely quashed by the king’s plot, and I have on good faith that underneath it all, she is still a scared little girl who doesn’t truly know what has happened over the past ten years.”

“I hope you’re right there, brother,” Franky said. He watched as Antonia waved to the crowd with a billion-watt smile, clearly in her element. “She’s just a kid—I don’t want to hurt a kid if I don’t gotta.”

“With any luck,” Thunder Soldier sighed, “we won’t.”

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Slipping back into the entrance tunnel, Antonia saw Diamante leaned casually up against the wall, glaring at her.

“What…?” she asked.

“I don’t get it,” he said. “What about you makes them go crazy like that? You’re not opening an orphanage or off to some diplomatic mission…”

“They know that I’m one of the strongest people here, that’s why,” she replied. The sounds of A Block getting into place was muffled by the stone around them. “They know I’m next in line.”

“…for an accident of birth.”

“…and what if it is…?” she shrugged. “I am the greatest Corazón to have ever claimed the seat, and I am their wonderful and loving princess all the while. It’s the perfect dichotomy.”

“How long can you keep it up, though?” he posed. She glared at him, which made him raise his hands in a gesture of false surrender. “All I’m saying is if you’re so tough, why aren’t you fighting for the Mera-Mera?”

“…because as much of an upstart as you think I am, I still know my place,” she fired back. “Now if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.” She walked off, knowing that Diamante was staring at her, sizing her up for some future spat, hoping that the day he would be taken out would be at least the day after she was cut down as well.

Then again, it did not matter. All Antonia needed to do was her job.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Law, we need to get out of here,” Sanji hissed into the transponder snail in his hand. It peered at him suspiciously.

“I know it’s a trap,” was the reply. “It’s Doflamingo—at least some part of this is meant to be a trap.”

“You see, that’s the thing: it’s more of a trap than I think any of us anticipated.”

The Den Den narrowed its eyes. “How big?”

“Big enough to where we need to get out of here, now,” Sanji repeated. He glanced over at Viola, who was watching the conversation nervously. “I’ve got Luffy’s bunch, you get the others. Avoid the Elite Officers.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Law reminded him.

“True, but this is something where I think you’re just going to have to trust me.” Sanji ran his free hand through his hair, careful not to expose both eyebrows at once. “I know Luffy can’t follow a plan to save his life, but what I’m talking about is legitimate strategy. We have to fall back.”

“I can’t… not when we’re so close.”

“Fuck your martyr complex, Trafalgar! It’s not going to work! We! Need! To! Fall! Back!”

“Have fun.” At that, the Den Den went to sleep, making Sanji want to throw the poor snail down the alley’s length.

“That fucking idiot!” he hissed. He looked at Viola and frowned, trying to rein in his emotions. He needed to be calm now—this was the time he needed to have his head the clearest. “I’m going to extract them.”

“Then while you do that, I’ll try to take care of my end,” Viola nodded. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Sanji’s cheek, making the blond blush intensely. “Good luck.”

...because of the amount of blood he was losing? He was going to need it.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Riku Viola #Donquixote Pirates #Donquixote Doflamingo #Straw Hat Pirates #Blackleg Sanji #Franky #Kyros #Mugiwara Kaizoku #Alternate Universe fic #again: my headcanon is that Dressrosan is the unholy love child of Castilian Spanish and Catalan #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Vinsmoke Sanji #Trafalgar Lami #Trafalgar D. Water Lami

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chaeshitty · 2 years

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RISING SIGNS AND THEIR CONNECTION TO OUR NAME PT. 2 -water signs-

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disclaimer: this is just my personal observation and i'm not saying your name will be 100% connected to your rising sign, so take this with grain of salt!

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1. CANCER RISING

cancer rising tend to have softer names that are easy to pronounce. most of those names could contain the letter h. their names could be of japanese and arabic origin and often more than not they are connected to some kind of ancient mythology. usually those are religious and meaningful names. they could even be significant to the givers. those names usually represent kind, soft, cunning, easy to cry people, also the obvious one they could mean: moon. shiny, bright, water, moonflower, god's child, child, hidden also could be some of the meanings. some of the names i noticed among the cancer risings: lamis, hana, matea, luna, olga, jennie, aidin, daiki, mylène

2. SCORPIO RISING

these folks tend to have a name that describes the land and the shape of it, although it's more expected from earth risings, i found it among scorpions the most. they even could have the names of months, seasons and crystals. since they are scorpions their names could have a dark shade to them or to simply represent things that are intimidating to people. the names could be of hindi, british or turkish origins. eagle, serpent, asia, red, black, doctor, saphir, topaz, amethyst could be the meanings. some of the names i noticed among the scorpio risings: asja (<3), annabelle, tom, carmine, rory, adrik, nadia, yuriy, lilith

3. PISCES RISING

from my experience these names are ofthen bright than not, but they could have some dark undertone to them. those names are mystical and sometimes the meanings are unknown to their owner, even. they are connected to nature and underwater life, especially fish. they are of native american, native japanese, persian and chinese origin. spring, fish, cute, leaf, water, lake, hidden, mysterious, thirsty, early in the morning- meanings. some of the names i noticed among the pisces risings: kashmir, byounggon, lynn, azul, aoki, nobel, malila.

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I hope it resonates and I hope you like it! Don't forget to leave notes ♡

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pansyfemme · 5 months

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i unfortunately don’t have any questions i just want to hear you talk about art supplies 😔

oh well. thats not particuarly hard to do.

im real hyped because in the ‘my child is autistic and i have zero idea how to shop for him’ manner my mother let me pick my own gifts this year for xmas so i will be in possession of some sennelier oil pastels shortly. ive used them several times before, but theres really no competition. i say this about almost no media because i believe theres something for everyone- but there is one oil pastel brand and its sennelier. working with them will make you feel like you are working with a completly unfamillar medium even if you’ve only ever drawn in oil pastel before. They’re just incredible. incredibly pricy too.. oh well. I’m also planning on picking up a box of Carandache neocolor I. they’re wax pastels, basically crayons but actually good. my mother lives by the Neocolor II, their watersoluable cousin, but i enjoy water resistance as much as i do soluablity. and as someone who works in so much wet media, its nice to work with a sketching media that provides resist as i do not lose or smudge the sketch as heavily. Plus, i love sketching with crayons and other chunky media. Also on my mind is a new lightboard -_- only had my old one for a year and a half before it died.. sigh. I want a bigger, heavy duty one sometime but i do not have the studio space for that.. one day.

In terms of pens, my special interest within a special interest, my kaweco sport is still my baby in terms of writing pens. Used to think i was more of a lamy guy.. but whew! im a convert. Kaweco pens are so well designed it makes my jaw drop sometimes. I just adore them. Love their lead holders too! And no, my brush pen rotation has not changed. I use my kuretake no.40 and kuretake no.13 interchangably.. i do not know better brush pens on the market, they’re just perfect in every way possible. made the switch fully to platimum carbon cartridges about a year ago and i do not regret it one bit, they’re the only ones i’ll use from this point forward. The ink darkness, permenance and waterproofing is just perfect, and it’s given me much less feathering than i had with kuretake, Akashiya (as much as i love akashiya in every other regard) and pentel cartridges. I tell people this all the time, but the ink you put in your pen is as crucial as the pen itself. Akashiya Sai Thinline, of course, is my preferred colored disposable brush pen. just wish the color range was wider! They’re truly special tho, the muted pallete, the fact they’re waterproof, the long thin shape of the bristles.. gorgeous. because of the recent trend of ‘watercolor brush markers’ (big fan, dont get me wrong) its pretty difficult to find colored brush pens that aren’t waterbased. I’ve had a scheme to make my own brush pens someday using my personal ink collection, but that depends on my ability to find a bristle tip body that is leakproof, cheap enough to get several of, and actually retains a point. People rave about just filling aquash style brushes with ink, but those leak.. a LOT. and keeping their tips consistantly wet has a habit of making their sharpness go away, which is fine if you’re painting, not so much for lineart. So. while i do get real autistic trying to find the best brush pens for lineart.. at the end of the day, i always end up just hand lining with a paintbrush and ink lol. it’s still the best way. (if you’re curious i normally do my colored lineart in liqutex acrylic ink, specifically the muted colors series because they’re perfect in every way shape and form.)

like i said. not hard to do. it’s like asking me to talk about music. i will, just can’t promise it will be understandable to anyone but me.

#im hyping myself up to focus my efforts on one or two sustained peices rather than a million little peices like usual #i have a potential commission i hope my client is serious about this time because they’ve asked a few times #but if not or even if its small im hoping to start a lifesize nude self portrait in mixed media with a focus on oil pastel lol #ive been having a really strong image of mounting kitchsy tacky patterned fabric on wood panel and then painting totally over it nearly #obscuring it.. kinda like how artists tone their canvas but pattern

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khepiari · 5 months

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LuLaw Fic: The Seventh Wife Of Emperor Nika

A.U. DILF Luffy x DILF Law. Emperor x Healer. Slow-burn. Miscommunication.

Inspired from Bluebeard’s Seven Wives

Written for @truffyfest 2023.

This is my first ever time participating in a Zine project! The story is extremely precious to me, I couldn’t have finished it had @quackquackcey not supported me throughout the process. It was an honour to be part of the fest! I finally found courage 12 years after becoming a LawLu shipper.

You can download A New Dawn: a One Piece Lawlu/Lulaw Zine- here.

Or read the entire collection on Ao3.

Trafalgar D Water Law was heartbroken.

The man he loved, his one true love, his soulmate, was married. Married not once or twice, but married six times.

And as if the pain of this information was not enough, his family was not consoling him either, instead, they wanted him to accept the position of being the Emperor’s seventh wife, in his case male-wife.

“I really can’t understand you, child, you are almost forty, why can’t you agree to this marriage?” Law’s father huffed as he wrote down the list of raw materials they needed to buy the next morning. “Your mother told me you are crying every night if you love him so much, why are you wallowing in this pain? People die of heartache, you know? You can be the ruler of this empire, but you choose to suffer in overthinking!”

“Yeah, tell him, Dad!” Law’s younger sister Lamy added her support from one corner of the backroom.

Law had no answer, he was at his wit’s end. Heartbreak couldn’t be justified easily, in his case he had explained to his family multiple times, that he didn’t wish to be someone’s male-wife, wife, husband or spouse, if they already had six wives in their castle! Now he was suffering from guilt, guilt of loving someone so magnificent that he felt selfish.

“You better say yes, before that Emperor Lover of yours does something drastic!” Law’s mother walked into the backroom carrying the fresh herbs and minerals, that needed to be dried under the scorching afternoon sun. “Lamy, take these out! Dry this girl.”

Without a fuss, the teen took the herbs and walked out quickly, only to return even faster. “Why are you back with these?” Their mother asked. Lamy had returned with a pale face, as if a ghost had visited her in their kitchen garden.

“Answer your Mom.” Their father scolded, finding no reaction, the head of the family continued, “Look at this girl, she learned her attitude from Law”

Finding no reply, the elder brother went to his sister, “Lamy what happened?” Law pressed his palms on his sister’s cheeks. “Why are you cold?” The teen girl stood there like a statue in front of her family, clenching hard on the tray of herbs.

“Did something happen?” Both parents rushed to the teen, fearing the worst. “Did anyone hurt you?”

After a long pause, the teen spoke, “The sun is gone!”

Continue reading The Seventh Wife Of Emperor Nika Ao3

#one piece #LawLu #lulaw #lawlu fanfic #lawlu fanart #lawlu headcanon #luffy x law #law x luffy #one piece luffy #one piece lawlu #one piece law #truffy #truffy fest #truffy fest 2023 #one piece zine #op law #op luffy

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medicus-mortem · 3 months

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@sillygum asked: Be honest... if you could change one event in your life would you and what would it be? Honest Answer Meme

Such an innocent question asked with all the innate irrepressible joy the Straw Hat kid can muster. It’s not innocent for Law. It’s painful and shattering. Features twist with pain, golden eyes closing as he hunches down. Law slides down the railing, resting his back against the ship and bringing his knees to his chest. He lowers his head, forehead on knees and arms wrapping around his head. There is a low groan.

One moment jumps into his mind so quickly and it makes him shudder because what would be the results of that? He can’t imagine it, can’t even grasp the concept. Who would he be without that world shattering moment? Someone he can’t recognise. Not that the child he was would be able to recognise him now.

“I … don’t like thinking about that,” Law finally says, head rising to rest his chin on crossed arms. He stares ahead, eyes unseeing. “Don’t like goin’ down the ‘what could have been’ path. It leads to madness, to anger. … To grief.”

Law pauses again, thinking about his crew and everything he has achieved with them. He loves them so much, he really does, and to lose them would be devastating. But if he could have his mother back, his father, Lamy, he knows he’d give them all up. It is selfish and he feels so fucking guilty for it, but he’d give up anything to see his little sister smiling up at him again. He’d give anything to remember the voices of his parents.

“Yes, I would change something,” Law croaks. His eyes burn. Fuck, he hopes he doesn’t cry in front of Luffy. “I’d stop Flevance from burning. I’d save my home, my people, my family.”

#sillygum #boring question // answered ask #as planned // ic #[all of you making him have feelings today #shame on you!]

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marrondrawsalot · 1 year

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Magic Pen picrew time. I made my Crowley child wand.

For reference, if you notice the gem. I took the idea from Crowley jacket on the back where there’s a white gem on the back. It looks flat and round, which would have a round smooth texture. So I think he has an opal gem for a magic stone

I’m gonna tag some friends to join the wand making process. Or freebie this.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @lovely-lamy @magatsunohana

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shibe-myths · 11 months

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hi, i've a question about the player-characters age:

So you can choose the general age your body looks like (is assumed, anyways?), there are three ages, a young teen-ish one, a adult, and a middle-aged set-- how will that play in with the romances?

*very interested* esp since some of them already have children, like, how would the vibe be if you're closer to their kids age instead of theirs-- let me pick ur brain pls pls pls

<3<3 TY FOR POSTING THIS AND SHARING WITH US, TYSM BTW <3<3

My ask box deleted my reply when I tried to press send!! I'm so sorry if this is shorter than you wanted! I'm gonna fight god for that shit. Lmao, but thank you for the ASK ANON! I love answering these kinds of asks! Lore is my fav thing to babble on about.

If anyone is curious, this ask is in reference to this one

As a recap, in Lich Gate, you have the option to choose how old your MC physical appears to be out of three options (listed below). It’s never going to be confirmed how old the actual MC is until after the demo.

Young (late teens - early twenties) | 18 - 23/24)

Adult (midtwenties - early thirties) | 24 - 30/31

Middle-aged (early thirties - late forties) | 32 - 49/50

The youngest an MC could be is 18, while the oldest an MC could be is, I want to say 48 or 50? I haven't checked chapter 11's code in a hot minute. Either way it's a good Three decades.

The youngest Ro, Lace is 22 - while the eldest (nonimmortal) RO is 44. Likewise, there is over two decades between them.

Currently when it comes to ROMANCE, the ROs do have preferences when it comes to age, looks, gender identity, sexuality, and personality. So, there will be some ROs that have soft blocks for certain ages (You can still romance them, it just takes a bit more.)

Romances age gap difficulty: Lady B: Young (Harder to romance), Adult/Middle-Aged (No issue) Bernie: No Age Difficulties. Laz: No Age Difficulties. Amyntas: Young (Harder to Romance), Adult/Middle-Aged (No issue) Bishop: No Age Difficulties Indigo: Young/Adult (No Issue), Middle-Aged (Harder to Romance) Perierat: No Age Difficulties Asha: Younger(Harder to romance), Adult/Middle-Aged (No issue) Lace: No Age Difficulties Ribbon: No Age Difficulties Stranger: No Age Difficulties.

You can still romance them, despite the age gaps. It just might take a minute.

When it comes to your other question. You'll find the answer down below:

Only LadyB, Asha, Lace, and The Stranger have children.

Asha has one child:

Whose name is being chosen in THIS poll (11 | ☿) The beloved child of Asha, whom she would burn the world for. A drake with bronze-blood. They are mischievous and witty. With a penchant for drama.

Lace has two children:

Sybilla Wynehaus (1 | ♀) The first bastard born to the manwhore. She and her half sister were left for Lace to raise.

Dulce Wynehaus (6m | ♀)The second bastard born to the manwhore. She was left for Lace to raise only three months before the start of the game.

Lady B has eight children:

Grand Commander Dihya Inanna Springsea (20 | ☿) The bastard child of Lamis Bashar, Dihya Saltsea was barred from ruling the Sultanate of Iibereli. That has not stopped them from rising through the ranks of the Military.

Sultana Mara Imelda of House Bashar (17 | ♀) The eldest triplet born to the former Sultana Lamis and her ex-husband, Myron Atlow. She rules Ibereli under the steady hand of her maternal aunt, Lady Inanna.

Heir apparent Noor Adama of House Bashar (17 | ☿) The heir to their elder sister, Noor balks at the confines of high society. Oft times found wandering the wastes outside of Saltus in search of Gold and Glory.

Master of the House Qadir Iman of House Bashar (17 | ♂) The youngest of the triplets, Qadir is set to marry the Heir of a foreign land, Edalehan. In preparation for this situation, Qadir has been given the job of Palace host.

Ser Anansi Summertide (11 | ♂) Adopted son of Lady Lamis Bashar. He is training to become a knight in service of his older sister, Sultana Mara.

Lady Orisa Summertide (5 | ♀) Adopted Daughter of Lady Lamis Bashar. She is training to become a lady-in-waiting to her older sister, Sultana Mara.

Asra Harvestfell (3 | ♂) Twin of Isra, born to Lady Lamis during a drunken one-night stand. Asra lives with his siblings in Saltus.

Isra Harvestfell (3 | ♀) Twin of Asra, born to Lady Lamis during a drunken one-night stand. Isra lives with her siblings in Saltus.

While the Stranger has MANY more (A solid fifty+ - Only two of which belonged to his WIFE)

[Redacted for spoilers]

Since most of the Children born to the Parent!ROs are still, children. Your ask only really applies to The Stranger and LadyB. And by GOD I would want to be a fly on the wall for THAT conversation.

Just off the top of my head: LadyB's children's opinion on a Young!MC romance:

Dihya: Immediately clowns on their mother for being a cougar. Mara | Noor | Qadir:

The Stranger's Children's opinions on a Young!MC romance:

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nkjemisin · 1 year

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Do you fountain pens if so what kind?

Nope. I handwrote my fiction (in No. 1 pencil, on college-ruled paper, only; I was such a weird child) when I was a kid, but then when I hit college word processors finally got cheap enough for my parents to afford, so I started typing then never looked back. My handwriting these days is about the chicken scratch you would expect, as a result.

I did get a chance to use a Lamy Studio pen once and it was smooth like butter, so if I had handwriting worthy of it I would probably get one of those.

#answered asks

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enruiinas · 2 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

A collection of random thoughts & HCs on Law's parents & his relationships to them. Read more-ing for all the details since it's a very long post, but the HCs elaborated on are:

An early (doctor) lesson Law learned from his parents. The promise a doctor must not break and the two times in his life he broke it.

Law's parents not planning on having children (but loving & wanting them anyway.)

How they raised kids with & addressed the subject of white lead disease.

On the fact Law has always been wiser & more mature than he should be for his age, and has always looked out for others before he looks out for himself.

♥ One of the earliest lessons Law ever learned from his parents was that doctors never promise their patients things like "you're going to be okay". I imagine a family came in with a child around his age with some minor ailment or inconvenience, and without even thinking about it, Law promised the kid they'd be alright because he knew his parents to be great doctors and was sure they'd get the them patched up right away. It was said lightheartedly & meant to be encouraging, but Law's father pulled him aside and told him (sternly enough to surprise Law) not to do that again. He understood as soon as sharp features softened and he explained it, but the lesson has always stuck with him both in its importance and the no-nonsense manner in which his usually cheerful father delivered it. He still thinks about it often (especially in light of some of the other stuff addressed below) & absolutely lives by it as a practice, no matter how silly the ailments his crew or other patients might sometimes exaggerate. Law has broken this promise only twice in his entire life (to Lami, when neither parent was around to hear it, and once more a few points down. In both cases he convinced himself it wasn't really breaking a promise because he wasn't saying it as a doctor to his patient.)

♥ Law's parents did not plan on having kids. I haven't sat down and done the math on how long white lead disease was around, but I think it had to have spanned multiple generations for doctors to be able to analyze trends & calculate life expectancies by generation. Which means people would likely have known what they were bringing children into. There's more on this I might go into one day if I ever sit down to write up my thoughts on religion in Flevance, but I don't think his parents as responsible doctors would have wanted to bring children into the world unless a time came when a cure was either found or looked likely. But precautions are not foolproof, and despite the situation, they wanted both of their kids when they found out they were expecting. It was terrifying for both of them, but the unexpected arrivals only pushed them to work that much harder in their search of a cure.

♥ When they did find out, Law's parents had to sit down and decide early on how they were going to approach raising them and addressing the subject of white lead disease. I waver back and forth on this between their roles as parents and doctors, but I think they would have agreed to encourage as normal a childhood as possible and not sit down and talk with them about it until they absolutely had to. (So, until they were old enough to notice things like that in the world around them and start asking questions.) At home, they tried to shelter them both as much as possible, but they knew realistically it would only be a matter of time before they looked around and realized something wasn't right.

♥ When the time came that Law began to understand there was something wrong and realized his parents were hard at work trying to find a cure for something, they told him what they deemed the bare minimum. In keeping with that early lesson mentioned above (which he'd realize the importance of in time), they did not outright promise him they were going to find the cure & that it was going to be okay - although he could see how badly they wanted to. Understanding their sons' mind and the making of a (hopeful) future doctor, they tried to answer his many questions, but drew a line and would change the subject if things got too bleak or unnecessary to what they insisted he needed to know right then.

They did tell him to let them do the worrying. Unsurprisingly, this wasn't enough for the curious boy, and Law eventually found the means of accessing their records - including personal journals recapping his mothers' thoughts as far back as realizing she was pregnant with him. In this search, he happened upon his own chart and enough information to calculate his own life expectancy. He was frozen to the spot, in the middle of processing this realization, when his mother found him. And as terrified as Law was, his first thought upon seeing the horror on her face was not his fear or being in trouble, but how upset his mom would be if she knew he knew what they'd tried so hard to keep from him. So instead of commenting on his chart or his lifespan, or asking any of the dozens of questions he might have, Law pretended her journal was the only thing he'd had time to look into - and that he hadn't even made it that far into that. He was convincing enough to see the palpable relief on her face, and he did get in trouble for digging into things he wasn't supposed to, but Law never told either of his parents the extent of what he'd found out. (He did however, once his mother calmed down and sat with him at bedtime that night, tell her he was glad he and Lami were born, and that he believed his parents would find a cure for. He grinned and told her everything was going to be okay, and only when she'd left him alone for the night did Law lie there and truly begin to sort through everything he'd found in their records.)

#♡ // headcanons ;#this spiraled so out of control #i have more thoughts about his parents & lami but this is more than enough for one post so a series it shall be.#tw: pregnancy #tw: life expectancy #if it's known how long wld has been around then uhh... just don't tell me. i invested too many words and hours & i will riot. ;p

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gendervapor14 · 2 months

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two fights for freedom ~ chapter twenty-five: settling in

With a brief but heavy cycle of air, in and out, Law leaned over the table and met Nami’s eye intensely. “First of all, if you have a personal question like that, you don’t just, ask. Sometimes what seems like an innocent question unearths something a bit more painful than you expected.”

Nami nodded along quietly, although Nojiko was listening attentively, too.

“I’m sorry.” Nami said, and her sweet voice sounded truly sincere. Law wanted it to comfort him, because it was good, she was learning. But there was something in that tone that sounded so familiar…

“I didn’t mean to break it. I was just playing doctor like you!”

“Well next time, you ask! And you don't play with my things, idiot! This isn’t a toy!”

“I’m sorry.”

Lami never played with his stethoscope again. He threw it out because it was useless without the ear pieces. Because back then, his parents only allotted him one stethoscope. They wanted to teach him responsibility. He was sure if he told them the situation, they’d grant him another, but he never did, because he didn’t trust Lami not to repeat the same mistake.

Maybe he should have. She clearly learned. She never touched any of his things again, because he probably came across as so cold. So cruel. She’d do anything to avoid being yelled at again, because he scared her, because he was a shitty brother up until she was about to die.

And after that, too.

and so the little sister trauma arc begins.... i just keep stacking problems onto this story without any sense that any of them are going to get resolved. it's miraculous so many of you are sticking through this. i promise they will get resolved. i just apparently enjoy heaping problems on top of problems like a big problem stew

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, twenty-five chapters, 74,398 words relationships: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, past child abuse, nightmares, self-harm, fake marriage, selective mutism, PTSD, more tags to be added later summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

♥

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nehswritesstuffs · 7 months

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 11

Gotta love when I get to uncork some good writing flow, because this chapter was giving me a hell of a time let me tell you.

(I also have an ask in my inbox thanks pls know it's in my list of prompts now I was just ready w/this.)

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3] - Part 10 [FFN/AO3]

Brother and sister attempt to make amends while a letter from the past raises more questions. [2863 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Trebol stared at the Den Den in his hand and bristled—during the entire time he had been with the Young Master, rarely did he disagree with him. In fact, he could probably count occasions with just his nostrils. This time, however, it was different.

“It’s about time we turned that child into a toy,” he sniffled. He glanced over at Sugar, who was eating grapes on the other side of the room. “You’ve been wanting that for some time now, haven’t you?”

“You’re gross,” she sneered. He huffed at that.

“Come on—don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to turn the Young Master’s ‘niece’ into a lovely little toy.” He watched as her gaze shifted off to the side; ha, caught. “We turn her now and the Young Master has nothing to be angry over, you will get your revenge for Monet, and all the while we will concentrate everything we have on making Trafalgar pay. Sound agreeable?”

Sugar made a small noise as she stared at the grapes on her fingers.

“Think about it,” he continued, “we can make them all suffer at the same time—Antonia for giving you the cold shoulder, Baby 5 for keeping her away, and Trafalgar for overshadowing everything you’ve done in the Young Master’s eyes without even being here. I think it sounds like an excellent plan.”

Sugar popped a grape into her mouth and considered it—revenge was a dish best served maliciously, after all.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Off in an alleyway within the labyrinthine streets of Dressrosa, Law and Baby 5 sat huddled together out of sight as the former worked on the latter’s arm. He was doing his best to separate the seastone bar from her muscles and tendons, but it was proving difficult. Anytime he tried to touch it, it zapped the Room shut and she twitched in pain.

“Hold still,” he griped as another Room fizzled out. “I can’t touch it as much as you can.”

“It’s a bit difficult considering you have my arm and shoulder in your lap,” she huffed. She watched as he opened another small Room and tried to access the seastone. “Is your bedside manner always this terse?”

“I don’t know—ask the pirates whose hearts I gave to the Marines so I could get close enough to Doflamingo to kill him,” he replied. “They might be able to shed some light on the situation.”

“Oh, so it’s true,” she said, scrunching her face as he attempted another Room. “I thought that was just something the creep said to unnerve me. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Here I was going to say the same thing, considering what I’m pulling out of your shoulder and the fact our kid sister thinks she’s literally a completely different person,” Law hissed. Baby 5 simply scoffed at that.

“I’m the one who needs to explain?! I’ve only been the one holding this entire thing together for thirteen years! All while you were off playing pirate!”

“Bee!”

“Why didn’t you come for us?” she sniped. At that, his face got red.

“I did! By the time I got there, Doflamingo had already moved into the Grand Line!”

“You knew where Spider Miles was! Why didn’t you come along sooner?!”

“…because I needed to get stronger and train, or else that I wouldn’t’ve had a chance at getting you and Lami out, even with a sneak-attack!” Bickering was definitely something he did not miss; he got it similar from Penguin and Shachi, but nothing quite compared to a sparring match with Baby 5. She pouted, the expression mentally sending Law back in time to when it was three little kids against the world. “The last thing I wanted to do was fall in with Doflamingo again because I was stupid enough to go in unprepared and half-cocked!”

“…and you didn’t think that there was even the slightest benefit to letting us know you were alive?!”

“…and let that asshole know too?! Ha—now I see that the risks were really outweighing the benefits.” He grew quiet for a moment before looking Baby 5 directly in the eyes. “Whatever he did to Lami, he could have done to me.”

Her chest felt tight—oh… an ability like his… with the terror that happened to their sister…

“Finding out everyone moved out of Spider Miles before I could get there broke me, Bee,” he whispered. He licked his lips in thought before closing his eyes and sighing. “Thinking that Lami was going to be buried in a foreign sea… that you were the only thing I had left from before and you were still so far away… if it weren’t for my crew, I don’t know what I would have done to myself.”

“Where are they?” she wondered quietly. “I’d like to meet them.”

“Not here—Doflamingo’s too dangerous for the likes of them.” He was able to push a little more out the way of the seastone before the Room fell again—almost had it. “They love me like a brother, but… they’re strong like the North, not strong like the New World. If anything happened to them, I’d never forgive myself.”

“A bunch of fussers?” she scoffed. “You got a crew of Giollas?”

“No… I got a crew of yous,” Law admitted. He held out Baby 5’s arm towards her and nodded. “Take it out while I’ve got the Room up and at least it won’t hurt.” She did, holding the seastone nail between her fingers as she watched him continue to work on the wound.

“…a crew of mes…?”

“They do annoying shit like make sure I eat and shower regularly and not get too far into my own thoughts,” he explained. “Some days it doesn’t feel like I have a crew, but a ship full of babysitters.”

“Now I really need to meet them,” she smirked. Law finished securing the bandage on Baby 5’s shoulder and replaced her arm, letting the Room drop on purpose this time. She flexed her muscles and could feel a burning sensation where the seastone sat, but nothing more than if her shoulder muscles somehow had a light sunburn. “I need to apologize for having them take care of your ass for so long.”

“Honestly, it’s like you never left.” He stood and gave her a boost up to her feet. “How do you feel now?” She threw the nail away and, with it no longer touching her skin, felt nausea nearly overtake her.

“Nasty,” she admitted.

“That’s Seastone Sickness—that wears off quick enough,” he assured. “What about your Devil Fruit?”

Baby 5 took a deep breath and swiped her hand to the side, it becoming a sword as it arched. Law’s face lit up in absolute delight.

Now they were talking.

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Moving carefully, Antonia took advantage of the confusion going on in Dressrosa to head back to the palace. There was such a commotion being caused by pirates and escaped gladiators that it was relatively easy to slip back largely unnoticed. She avoided guards and Family alike, instead heading towards the room that she shared with Baby 5 when her uncle first came to power. It was still where they stayed sometimes, when the rest of the Family was out on missions and it happened that they were left to their own devices. Even Violet was known to stay with them, even though Antonia could tell it made her sad somehow. She pushed that thought from her mind—what she needed to do was find a specific box now that there was no one around to distract her.

If there were any answers to find, it would be in that box.

Throwing open a wardrobe, Antonia began digging into the cache of old clothes and outgrown books in search for the box. When she couldn’t find it, she went into another wardrobe; nothing. She threw a pile of blankets from the chest by the window and began to tear that apart…

…ah-ha! The young woman pulled one of Giolla’s old shoeboxes from the bottom of the chest and opened it, shuffling through the contents. There was some old coins, a hair clip, papers covered in a child’s tidy block printing—Baby 5 had been obsessed with this weird language for a bit—some animal figurines… there! Sitting at the bottom of the box was a thick envelope, something which she never felt the need to look in until that very moment. She placed the box down on the bed and opened the envelope, sliding its contents out.

What poured out onto the bedspread was mostly what Antonia expected: varying loose papers and photographs were now jumbled together, waiting to be sorted through. She picked up what was likely the original of one she had in her own room, one with her and her father… except… there was something odd about it. Everything was the same except for the fact there were… patches…? Yes, there were patches on her skin and streaks in her hair, all white. She touched her cheek where one was in the photo; a sinking feeling set in telling her that what she saw had not been smooth and soft, but disturbingly firm and painful.

Going through some of the other photos, Antonia discovered that she indeed looked like the same in all of them, some with Baby 5 and some with Buffalo and even Dellinger. She didn’t remember ever having looked like that—what was going on…?

Then, she picked up a photo that had been turned around in the shuffle to look at it, only for her eyes to go wide. It was of her and her father, but another kid was in it as well. She was holding the camera as she and her father grinned widely, with a sullen boy with similar patches being kept in frame by the Second Corazón’s tight grip…

…a boy who by all accounts looked disturbingly like Trafalgar.

Panicking, Antonia brought the photos together and began shuffling through them. Sure enough, the boy wasn’t in many of the photos, but was in more than a few, including some with her and Baby 5. How could this stranger be in images of her childhood and yet not in her memories of it? Actually, he was in a lot of the photographs, now that she thought about it…

This was ridiculous; why was there all this stuff hiding in the box of things Baby 5 kept from Spider Miles? It was suspicious—why was all of this hidden away? Why did Baby 5 not bring it out to show her? Why didn’t Violet, for that matter? She put most of the stack of photographs in her cloak pocket and began to look through the papers, seeing if there was something else. There was a diary hidden in there, as well as a thick envelope addressed to the World Economic Journal in a child’s attempt at copperplate handwriting. She eased open the unsealed flap and slid the contents out, reading the letter.

‘Dear World Economic Journal,

‘My name is Trafalgar D. Water Lami. If you get this, it means I’m dead.’

Antonia dropped the paper as though it had caught on fire. She stared at it for a moment before gingerly picking it back up, careful as though it would break at the slightest mishap. A glance at the date told her it was written eleven years prior… right before they made the move to Dressrosa…

‘My name is Trafalgar D. Water Lami. If you get this, it means I’m dead. I don’t know if my brother Law is still alive, but our sister is. She mailed this for me. She’s our sister because she’s our best friend. And she’s not dying like I am.

‘I was born in Flevance. I now live in Spider Miles, but won’t for long. The disease that killed my home was not contagous it was poison. My parents were doctors before they died. They said it was poison from Amber Lead. It’s not bad in little amounts but it’s bad over a long period of time. There was so much in Flevance when I was born that everyone got sick at the same time. Soldiers killed my mom and dad and grandparents and neighbors and everyone else because someone in the goverment lied saying it was something like a deadly flu. It sounds crazy but it’s true. I’m only alive now because my brother and I escaped and he found a way to take some of the poison out of me. We found our sister after we escaped. She’s not from Flevance. She’s still healthy. She said I should write this all down for you because we don’t know if our brother still can.’

Antonia kept going through the letter, reading through the horrors that were written on the page. The child described war in a way she only knew about in her nightmares and places she visited in daydreams. There was something eerily familiar about all of it, to the point she wanted to stop reading more than once. Yet she kept going, knowing that she needed to finish it.

‘Since you publish Sora, Warrior of the Sea, Law and I thought that sending this to you would be our best bet at having our story told,’ it said. ‘I included a picture of me and brother and sister. You can tell which is which based on the Amber Lead spots. I don’t know where our brother is anymore and I think he might be dead. My dream is to find him again and not let Flevance die. That way, if I can do one thing, I don’t feel so bad about failing at the other.

‘Thank you for reading,

‘Sincerely,

‘Trafalgar D. Water Lami, Age 11’

Eleven…? Antonia looked at the photo that was enclosed and studied it carefully. It was of her and Baby 5 alongside the boy who looked like Trafalgar. If the letter had been written when it was dated, it would have meant she was nine years old. What did it all mean?

“What… what did he do to you…? He took your memories, he took your personality, he took two whole years of your life away…”

That was right… he had said that, hadn’t he? Nothing about it made sense; despite the fact she had gone through the box looking for answers, she was only presented with more questions.

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

Antonia looked up and dropped the letter on the bedspread at the shock. Her Observation Haki hadn’t been alert enough, because Trebol and Sugar were now standing there on the other side of the bed. She stepped backwards; the closer she could be to the balcony the better.

“It doesn’t belong to you either,” she replied.

“The Young Master is looking for you,” Sugar stated. “He’s always looking for you.”

“I’m starting to wonder why,” Antonia replied. She watched as the other officers walked to her side of the bed, keeping their sights on her as she backed away. “One Elite Officer to another, Trebol: what’s really going on?”

“We’re just doing what we all swore to do, Corazón,” he replied. “The Young Master’s plans are in jeopardy and we’re getting ready to make sure he never has to worry about them again.”

“Mmm… wrong…” Sugar frowned.

“Okay, sure, we should have been able to do this to your predecessor so that the brat won’t have a reason to come after him at all, but we’ll make do with what we got…”

Knowing her opportunity was about to end, Antonia guarded her face with her cloak and burst through the glass balcony door, running towards the edge of the platform. She used the railing to catapult herself out over the main of Dressrosa, not caring about the dangers below. Taking a deep breath as she slowed to the height of her jump, she concentrated all her Armament Haki towards the soles of her feet and felt the air crackle around her.

Okay, so she was shit at Rokushiki, but she honestly had the next best thing.

Jumping from foot to foot in long strides, Antonia began to run on the air, making her way further over Dressrosa as she began her descent. At the rate she was going, she was going to be over Corrodia by the time she hit a roof, which was honestly all the better. Then she could concentrate on finding Baby 5 and…

Suddenly, Antonia felt something sticky wrap around her as she stopped. She turned her head and saw Trebol standing on the balcony, with Sugar atop the railing.

Fuck!

She struggled against the mucus as it began to pull her back in, closer and closer to Sugar’s outstretched arm. As she went towards the other Officers, she felt the slight crackle of something surround her, warm and comforting as a hug, before she heard a man’s voice, angry and vengeful and not at all ready to entertain fools.

“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OUR SISTER!”

Something tugged at her just behind her navel and then all hell broke loose.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar Lami #Baby 5 #Donquixote Pirates #(not tagging individually bc nah)#I know that some people don't like Haki bc it is very ill-defined but I love it for that precise reason due to fan fiction #aka: I can just do WHAT I WANT lol #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami #unrelated to this fic: thanks starryjeong for the prompt but idk when i'll get to it to be honest but i do appreciate you <3

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catdotjpeg · 6 months

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On 26 October, the Palestinian Ministry of Health released the list of names of Palestinians killed since 7 October. Among them, from the Nofal family, are:

Dr. Amin Mohammed Abdullah (62) and his wife, Dr. Tamam Youssef Khalil (60);

Ayman Ahmed Abdullah (49);

Mahmoud Nasr Mohammed (41) and his son Ayoub Mahmoud Nasr (11);

Saed Nofal Saleh (39) and his children Malak Saed Nofal (17), Abeer Saed Nofal (14), Mohammed Saed Nofal (12), and Amir Saed Nofal (6);

Mohammed Hisham Ratib (38) and his brother Ahmed Hisham Ratib (35);

Hanan Ahmed Salim (35);

Maryam Mohammed Youssef (34), her husband, Moatasem Amin Muhammad, and their children, Ahmed Moatasem Amin (14), Ali Moatasem Amin (11), Fatima Moatasem Amin (1), and Amna Moatasem Amin (6);

Nabila Nasr Mohammed (33) and her children, Tamam Mustafa Amin (4), Mohammed Mustafa Amin (14), Amr Mustafa Amin (12), and Ali Mustafa Amin (less than a year old);

Moamen Amin Mohammed (32), his wife Inas, and their sons, Islam Moamen Amin (6) and Mahmoud Moamen Amin (4);

Maysarah Amin Mohammed (29), his wife Shaima, and their child Amin Maysarah Amin; and Ibrahim Hisham Ratib (29);

Amin Mohammed Amin (16) and his siblings, Hamza Mohammed Amin (11) and Ahmed Mohammed Amin (less than a year old);

Mahmoud Mustafa Amin (8);

Mayas Moaz Amin (1);

Ghayth Yasir Nabil (less than a year old) and his brother Nabil Yasir Nabil (2);

Randa Nabil Ahmed (8);

Husayn Nidal;

Iman Iyad Nimr;

Hinda Ibrahim Mohammed (23);

Lamis Marwan Suleiman (26);

Rizq Abdullah Mohammed (50);

and Ahmed Nayef (23), who was martyred in Ramallah.

You can read more about the human lives lost in Palestine on the Martyrs of Gaza Twitter account and on my blog.

#palestine #martyrs of palestine

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saphushia · 1 year

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🎵SONGS OK Chasing The Sun by The Wanted for the Strawhats! Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia for Law! Wake Me Up by Avicii for Strawhats! Still I Fly by Macy Kate and Austin Percario for ASL! Bring Me Back To Life by Extreme Music for Lami, Kidd, and Killer (for one of my AUs) also seperately for ASL!

ohhh wake me up for strawhats ur soooo right abt that it fits so well

in return... hmm.... (strawhats) Steady As She Goes by Sky Sailing (strawhats) Smooth Sailing by The Morning Of (asl bros) Kids in '99 by Death Cab for Cutie (asl bros/luffy) Little Brother by The Blue Stones (wildcard) Cherry Blossom by Slenderbodies

#this is making me realize i have no law songs i'll have to fix that...#tune trade #mynameisdoofthelizardandamlesbi

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pamphletstoinspire · 9 months

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Meditations of St. Padre Pio – Part 2 B

Padre Pio was at the height of his priestly apostolate with multitudes of pilgrims visiting him, for his Mass, to confess to him, and to ask him for prayers and counsel. He was a master of souls; he directed everyone with penetrating words full of deep meaning. His series of "Meditations" was the first complete text of Padre Pio's thoughts. These texts consists of Padre Pio's meditations upon the fundamental dogmas of the Catholic faith. The Immaculate Conception and the Incarnation of Jesus. He then relives Jesus' agony in the garden of olives. Next he reflects on the human condition, and on our need to turn to God in the passing of our days. These are not conventional texts; they are reflections derived from the contemplation of the absolute Truth. “Mary Immaculate” is a more theological text. The others are more human and simple.

Padre Pio, in the first years of his residence in San Giovanni Rotondo (1918 – 1920), when he was freer from the care of souls, wrote a few meditations for his novices and his spiritual daughters of the Franciscan Third Order. They were the text of his lectures or instructions that he gave weekly as their Spiritual Director. After that, between the years 1925 – 1928, Padre Pio compiled other meditations. Fr. Agostino of San Marco in Lamis affirms it in his "Diary:" The Provincial, Fr. Bernardo of Alpicella, once suggested to Padre Pio to “compile a few meditations for the principal feasts of the year for our seminarians.” When Padre Pio was shown the possibility of publishing these meditations, he said: "I have written these things for myself." But, when it was explained to him that "they would do a lot of good to our souls" he smilingly said: "if it is as you say, bonum est diffu sivum sui (good, by its nature, is destined to be spread).

First Meditation - Christmas Season - Part 2

J. M. J. – D. F. C. Note: The initials J. M. J. – D. F. C. Stands for Jesus, Mary, Joseph – Dominic, Francis, Catherine

O Divine Spirit, move my heart to adore and to love: enlighten my intellect that it may contemplate the sublimity of the great mystery of love, of a God who has become a little Child; inflame my will that I may use it to warm the One who for my sake lies shivering on the straw. O Mary, my Mother, lead me to the cave of Bethlehem and let me plunge into contemplation of the great and sublime event that is about to take place in the silence of this greatest and most beautiful night the world has ever known.

O my soul, look upon your heavenly Mother who with Joseph her husband obeys the decree of Augustus and simultaneously God's command, in order that the prophecies may be fulfilled. In the depths of winter she travels from Nazareth to Bethlehem, regardless of her dignity as the Mother of God. Without hesitation she obeys a creature of this earth who unknown to himself contributes by a decree to the accomplishment of the divine plan. By the enrollment of the holy pair their descent from the Royal stock of David is recognized, along with the One who is to be the Savior of the world, the King of all hearts. His coming is imminent, the hour is about to strike. The earth will receive its Savior but the world will not recognize him.

Bethlehem refuses its God a place in which to open his eyes to the light. It refuses shelter to the Mother and her Spouse. Oh, how embarrassed I feel as I consider that on innumerable occasions I have closed the door of my heart to divine inspirations. How many times have I refused admittance to the One who knocked on the door of my heart to reign there as King of love, while I gave way to the most despicable passions. O my soul, what confusion. O Jesus, always abundantly merciful, forgive me. Come and be born again in my soul and remain there forever. If the door resist you, force it open and reign in me for all time. You know the will that wants to possess you absolutely, to love you and be subject to your divine laws. Bring into my cold heart the most ardent love. Set alight in it that fire which you came to spread on earth, so that consumed by it, I may be immolated on the altar of your love, as a Holocaust of love, so that you may reign in my heart and in the hearts of all men and that from all men everywhere may rise up a hymn of praise and blessing and Thanksgiving to you for the love you have shown us in this mystery of Divine tenderness.

O my soul, see the holy pair driven away by all because there is no room, nor any pity for them, no consideration for the state of that gentle Virgin of Nazareth who is about to bring forth the Son of God, the Virgin full of grace who attracts God to her bosom. See how the hearts of creatures remain unmoved as they drive them away. The humble Virgin recognizes the divine plan in all this. She understands and prays for that people which ignobly rejects its God, its Savior. The holy pair leave the town and their eyes fall on a lowly and cold refuge, the only place worthy to receive the One who by the lowliness of his birth wants to show us an example and reveal to us his infinite love for us. He comes down from the heights of heaven to the lowliest place on earth, to a poor stable in the midst of animals. The divine Mother enters into that place adoring the divine plan and with Joseph, her Spouse, she retires to a corner, immersed in deep prayer, in highest contemplation. Her love for the One she bears in her womb inflames her desire to see him, to clasp him in her arms and hold him to her heart. The hour draws near. And you, O celestial inhabitants of heaven, come and receive on earth the One who makes you blessed in paradise. Come and offer him the adoration you pay to him in heaven. Come and gladden the earth what your heavenly songs. Come and illumine with your light the darkness of this holy night. Come and manifest to our souls the love of a God Incarnate. Come, O heavenly court, to render homage to your King, hidden under the semblance of a lowly human being. And you, O earth, rejoice that although your inhabitants reject him, he comes just the same. Impelled by love he hastens his gigantic steps and eats up the path by the ardor of his divine Heart. Love forgets all, forgives all, gives all without reserve, and behold he hastens his coming with the sole desire to suffer and to enrich us with his gifts, with the desire to offer worthy adoration and abundant satisfaction to his heavenly Father, to bring Redemption to mankind and to merit men's sanctification.

He comes forth from his Mother's womb like a ray of light which comes through crystal without marring its splendor and the Angels are there to place him in his Mother's arms. O Mary, tell us what poured from your heart at that moment. Who could penetrate into that furnace of fire? She presses him to her heart, and adores in him her God, her Creator, her All. Love overcomes respect. She sees in him God clothed in flesh because of his love. She beholds him powerless and in need of her support and she adores him as the Omnipotent. She sees him tiny and adores him in his infinite greatness which has abased itself. She sees him poor and adores him as infinitely rich. She contemplates him in his lowliness and recognizes him as sublime and divine. She sees him clothed in mortal flesh and adores him as immortal for all eternity. She sees him born and acknowledges him as the uncreated One of the eternal years, generated from all eternity in the splendor of holiness in the bosom of the Father. On our behalf she adores and loves the One who for love has become a day-old Infant, capable of suffering and dying. The heavenly Child cries and suffers, and perfectly aware of everything, offers to the eternal justice his tears and his adoration. The Godhead receives from earth through the action of the Creator-Creature all the love and glory which made owe to him.

The Word united to humanity adores the Father in spirit and truth. Divine Wisdom with a full appreciation of his meditation, small in exterior form, gives back for us to the Father at that moment all that the creature owes to its Creator.

O God, what a debt of gratitude we owe you. With what great love should our hearts burn for you. With this fire of love we ought to warm those tiny trembling limbs of yours. Your tenderness conquers my heart and I am overcome by your love, O heavenly Child. Let contact with your fire consume me, burn me, reduce me to ashes here at your feet. May I be dissolved by love and extol your goodness and charity.

#padre pio

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juniperberries-canisroot · 9 months

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So Lami has this one ominous voice like that she constantly says to my characters after killing out Morvarth's Lair.

"The gods know what you've done"

At first I thought it was like, an appreciative thing, like I saved the town whoo. Even the gods acknowledge that I saved a town from a vampire plot.

I don't think it is.

Lami and her husband Jorgen have a very high disposition of Alva, a whopping +2 (this isn't sarcasm, having +2 is actually a pretty high disposition). You know Alva, the vampire who was slowly planning on taking over Morthal and goes to the tavern nightly to seduce everyone. She even tries to seduce the inn keeper, which doesn't work on her.

So Alva has not only seduced Hrorgar and Laelette (the vampire we attack by the child's grave and who tries to turn her), but she has Lami, Jorgen and is working on others like Benor, Gorm and Jonna, thou they either express confusion at her attempts (Jonna) or resist but are still tempted.

What's funny is that after it's revealed Alva is actually a vampire, Lami and Jorgen along with some others join in on the hunt (then bail but whatever).

However, due to Bugthesda, Lami and Jorgen's disposition isn't accurately changed to be in our favour after Laid to Rest. They still like Alva and are mad at *you* for killing her.

So Lami's line about the gods knowing what I've done, I think is moreso supposed to be interpreted as 'No one here may hold you accountable for your actions but when you die the gods will take your soul and punish you'.

#Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls V #tes #tesv #the UESP mod does fix this #but I play on Switch so no mods for me #also even if I could get the mod i dont think I want too #it removes alot of 'bugs' that arent actually bugs #they could be the Xarxes bucket finny thing or it removes exploits #i love cheating

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anechomirrored · 2 years

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Fandom: Dreamtale au, Undertale au

Rating: T

Prompt(s):"I don't want you to do that."

Warnings: alcohol, implied physical abuse and off screen violence.

Lamy measured out the ingredients carefully. The last of the sun's rays shone on her battered kitchen counter and reflected through the water in her glass nearby making bright pearls of light dance on her kitchen wall and ceiling.

As she finished sifting the last of the flour into the bowl, a familiar thump in the living room heralded her evening visitor.

She suppressed a smile but the heavy sigh from the doorway told her her amusement still filtered through.

"Sorry," she called adding the first of the wet ingredients. "how was your day?" Lamy cracked an egg into the bowl and began whisking.

The sound of small slipper clad feet made their way to the kitchen table.

"That bad, huh?" Lamy pulled her fork out of the thickened cookie dough and brought the bowl over to the table where a very grumpy monster child sat.

She still wasn't sure how to describe him.

The word eldritch came to mind as she eyed the cephlapodic appendages which sprouted from his back.

Retrieving her prefoiled cookie sheet she took a seat in the worn wooden chair across the table from him and began shaping the dough into little balls.

This was not the first day Lamy had made cookies for this strange little skeleton.

He had arrived rather angrily that first day, the dark aura that seemed to follow everywhere he went had been crushing. If she hadn't been through half a bottle of Jack she'd probably have just run screaming.

Instead, Lamy had unadroitly taken a long look at the scowling child. She saw the fresh rips in his jacket and the shine of unbidden tears in his eyes and suddenly the cosmic horror elements of this encounter didn't seem to matter anymore.

An hour later she had made stale bread with peanut butter and chocolate chips on top; and after wordlessly eating her poor excuse for hospitality the kid had just left.

About two weeks later she woke from an evening doze in front of the tv to see him once again. This time, being more sober, she did let loose a scream. This earned her what would have been a rather kingly scolding, had it not been delivered in the wobbly voice of a seven year old.

Since then, Lamy had been frequented enough that she had stepped up her snack game.

She could usually tell what days he would pop in from...wherever he came from. She always slept soundly the night before he showed up.

"You had a bad day too." The kid said stirring Lamy from her thoughts.

The cookie sheet was almost full. If she scraped the bowl she could make one final cookie.

"Nah, it wasn't all that bad." She laughed, the spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl loudly.

Adding the final cookie to the sheet she rose from her chair and carried the pan to the oven.

"I don't want you to do that."

Lamy opened the oven door and slid the cookies inside. The wave of heat and the groan of the hinges making her wince.

"Do what?" Asked Lamy turning back towards the table.

That single cyan eyelight was narrowed and watching her intently.

"Pretend. You pretend too much." He pointed at her.

Or rather, at her cheek.

Lamy put her own hand to the tender flesh and involuntarily sucked in a small breath.

It had bruised after all.

"Even if I couldn't see it I can feel negativity, remember?"

Lamy lowered her hand slowly.

"Yeah, I remember." She said, crossing back towards the table.

"Then don't do it again,okay?"

"Okay, Night." She picked up the spoon.

There was silence in the kitchen once more as she worked away at the last remains of the cookie dough.

"It did get better though. My day." She insisted scraping the bowl. "you know why?"

The little monster called Nightmare cocked his head curiously.

She offered him the spoon.

"Because, cookies are always better with friends." He didn't look all that impressed, but Lamy could help but risk a wider smile when he accepted her latest attempt at hospitality.

At least this one wasn't stale.

#fictober22 #undertale au #nightmare!sans #dreamtale au #little kid nightmare #original character #oc Lamy #off screen violence #implied abuse #inspired by corrupted rebirth #echoes transcribed

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