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    sev, seven! my friend! where do i even start?? he is amazing! i see sev on my dash and my eyes sparkle in awe! i look at him and can't help admiring him for being fearless and unafraid to stand up for doing the right thing. he probably doesn't realize it, but sev inspires me to be better and to be more courageous in so many ways — whether that's working towards unmasking my own autism and being more direct with communication and my needs ( because of things i've learned from him ), firing me up to be more involved in activism for causes that are important to me, or by living his own truth and being his authentic self through gender, thereby giving me even a little more confidence to do so myself. sev is a brilliant and passionate human being that i've enjoyed getting to know and plot with, even when he and bells poke fun at me for calling a teapot cozy a jacket 

    but damn! that doesn't even delve into sev's writing and creativity! he has a beautiful and unique take on law, that of course is further amplified and built on by the story and world building of your guys' acelaw. he has also been so vital in plotting our OP OC pirate crew, and i already love the dynamic that we've started out with for boog and weld, which i'm always craving to plot more for and build their story even more! truthfully, he has helped make OC creation an entirely different experience than i expected and 500% more fun

    but wait!! that's still not all!! because of sev, i got back into fairy tail, and revisited a character i never imagined i would get back into writing. because of our discussions about sanji and luffy's dynamic, and how he writes sanji, i have a new love and appreciation for his character. and there are so many other little things that i could bring up, but this is getting long ( whoops ), so i'll leave it at that for now. anyway, thank you sev for being my friend and for aiming to be your most genuine self and for being so open to sharing your knowledge with me! you are the coolest and deserve all the love <3

@kiriage / @enjomo

♥️ + kiriage

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me accosting @kiriage on all platforms with my love (also in the form of never shutting the fuck up)

seven is my favorite number, so it is absolutely no surprise to me that seven also turned out to be one of my favorite new people to terrorize on here. i was already primed & psychologically conditioned to realize his power and how cool he is, the universe has been preparing me for this moment. chronically ill gang! excluded from p.e. gang!

he is also technically the main reason why i even started this blog in the first place, because of this post i made where, rather than being a positive role model for wayward kids like my cora tries to be, doflamingo is a gremlin who would teach them about stuff like racketeering and tax evasion. so now every once and i while we just say "doflamingo tax evasion" to each other.

but, wow, now that i have this blog i can't imagine not having this blog. it has absolutely cracked my brain open and speedran getting me out of my depressive funk i've been in for literal years, so i guess that means i owe him my life now.

also, i am looking forward to continue being the #3 supporter of his + @enjomo's acelaw agenda on both blogs now. cora, the confused but actually supportive dad, and doffy, the uncle from hell who wants to beat law to death with a brick and will most likely help the two of their muses grow closer together through added trauma & stress. that is how i show my love: through terror.

♥ 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ] ── ♠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 [ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ]

@kiriage @enjomo

// the duality of man

TARGET   :    TRAFALGAR, LAW. LOCATION   :   @kiriage​​​​​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   inbox cleanout   /   kiss roulette. ENCRYPTED   :   31  ...   A kiss to the inner thigh

        it would hate to confess this, for anyone to know the softness law inspires within it. how it sits, wanting and patient, between his thighs, lavender gaze enamored as he reads. any other day, it might be draped over his shoulders or curled into his lap - but now it is on its knees, chin digging into the patch of flesh just above law’s knee. watching. studying him while he studies the delicate intricacies of the flesh. it is not certain if it is boredom or affection for the smallest twitch of muscle in his face that overtakes it, moves its body into a newfound responsiveness. it begins with a sensation law is quite familiar with - its nuzzling head, leaving the imprint of floral - herbal scented hair against his thigh, the softest noise of dissatisfaction slipping past its closed mouth.

        it glances up at him through pale lashes - knows better than to interrupt him, uncertain of what it even wanted out of its incessant movement and affection. it considers, for a moment, it could even be pleased merely continuing on without him looking at it once - what an odd thought. not like it at all. logic does not stop it though, as it starts to toy with the idea, wonders if he truly is too engrossed to notice it or if he’s playing into whatever it is doing. gaze returns downwards, nuzzling stops - head of wispy pale replaced now with its lips, pink and glossy and pressing into his inner thigh. it’s oddly peaceful.

@kiriage​ ♡’d

♞ 𓏬 The room buzzed with the sounds of joy and celebration. A noise Izo had once been very familiar with, but hadn’t heard in a long time. The nostalgia made him feel a bit old, and for a few moments he had decided to stand back and watch gathering. That is when he noticed someone else separated from the  crowd. 

      ❝I hope you’re enjoying yourself.❞ Izo had come up with a bottle of sake, pouring himself a small glass before offering. ❝After all, there wouldn’t be a celebration without everyone here, including you.❞

what, you think i’m not qualified? ✖ morbid curiosity

“ no, ” cain deadpans, short and directly to the point. mincing words was a habit they picked up when they were young, sugar and sweet and everything nice to slide through unwanted evaluations of their mental state. they'd grown out of it long ago, though, preferring the more direct approach of brutal honesty. it frees them from conversations faster, and people are less likely to try and navigate one with him again. their attempts to be patient and tricky are directly related to how useful those traits will be further down the line.

they give him an obvious once over, glancing at his feet, his waist, and then back up to his face. their eyebrows raise.

“ you haven't really done much to convince me that you are qualified. ”

@kiriage

he thought he would feel something , seeing law again after all this time. anger , maybe , hate for all the trouble that brat has caused him. but as he stands before the heavenly demon now , donquixote feels nothing at all. when the news broke that the vacant position of warlord had been filled , it came as no shock to doflamingo that it was law who had claimed it. the path had been pathed for him , after all ― the ope ope no mi is quite the tool to have in one's arsenal. & truth be told , doffy had expected law to have accomplished this much sooner. disappointing.

❛ fufufu ... my , aren't you all grown up , law ? ❜ doflamingo speaks , his voice sharp , cutting through the droning on of attendants & the soft music that accompanies. it's too formal , too public ― joker cannot make a move here , & they both know it. / @kiriage

@kiriage​

you're just mad you can't do it too zoro-ya

“ . . . you underestimate me . “  He slides off his Gi instantly , he’s gonna go barrow one of Robins swimsuits , he walks off recruiting her for his stupid actions . That and she’s closer to his chest size , last thing he needs is to break one of Namis stupid bikinis.

@kiriage. — sender kisses receiver's temple.

     it’s not in their nature to seek out help from others. medical care falls under that umbrella as well. if prompted, theo would say something vague about the true nature of caring for others, cost versus effective treatment, how he hated spending hours in a waiting room only to not feel like he’s any better off after the experience. truthfully, it’s because too many questions would arise at his healing speed and at the base level of many of his vitals. since coming back from the wilderness, he had only made two major medical changes, and that was enough for him – for a while.

     all good things must come to an end, however, and he can’t ignore the aching he’s started to feel in his chest, or how his sleep has been getting worse.

     law’s clinic is a little different. he knows they won’t share his secret with anyone, too fascinated by the little facts theo shares every now and then, and they do their best to treat his ailments quickly. it’s the bare minimum theo expects of medical professionals, but law is the only person so far that has met them.

     he makes sure to aim for the lull around lunch in the middle of the day, rings the bell at the front desk. they greet him with a nod, lead him back into an exam room. when they ask theo what’s wrong, he sort of – pauses. what is wrong? there’s nothing physical he can point them to, no wound or bruise or sore spot beneath their skin. the silence stretches out just long enough to be uncomfortable, theo drumming his fingers on his thighs, but law is patient. they wait him out, silent and patient where they sit on their stool, clipboard balanced in their lap.

     i’m not sure what’s wrong, they eventually confess, and he expects law to look at him in puzzlement. instead, their stare is assessing, understanding, just sharp enough to make theo want to shift under it. he opens his mouth to speak again, as if he has any idea how to continue the thought, when law skates towards them and stands abruptly. theo peers up at them, tilts his head, and law leans close enough to press a soft kiss to theo’s temple, right near his hairline. this time theo does jump, but law’s hand is comforting on his shoulder, warm, and he gives it a squeeze as he steps away and sits again.

     there, law says, and wheels backwards, like they didn’t just kiss theo’s head. you need more of that in your life. it’ll clear right up, he advises him, reaching for the clipboard again. they jot down a note, glance up at theo expectantly.

     he thinks about asking him if that’s his professional medical opinion – doesn’t. in some strange way, he already feels better.

varying kiss prompts / accepting

you're lucky you only got away with a scratch.

"I've had worse," she states quietly but without boasting. There's nothing to be smug about — she's still haunted by the sensation of Diamante's iron spikes impaling her back, the way they scraped against muscle and bone.

"But you're right. He got sloppy; I got lucky. And that's not a game I want to play.

...I really should've learned to wield a sword by now."

@kiriage ❤️'d for a loaded question.

　❝ if you could have saved only one of them, who would it be? ❞

❝  oi  law  y'gonna  suffocate.  ❞  ——  a  lone  brow  quirks.  his  hands  resting  on  the  doctor's  shoulders  but  not  pushing  him  away  just  yet,  not  when  there's  no  visible  points  of  struggling.  ❝  hey  ...  law.  are  you  good  ??  ❞

@kiriage said: 'there was nothing more you could have done.'

　　　　　❝ ...is that really the truth, though? ❞

　the words came out more mopey than rosinante intended, and he wanted to bite his tongue in half. a middle-aged man seeking emotional validation from someone he, in his heart, still saw as a child already felt patheticーbut this was law he was talking to. law, who had been through worse things than he could probably dream ofーat least a quarter of which was rosinante's own fault.

so what if his brother shot him? so what if it was the worst night of his entire life? so what if he spent the last thirteen years guilt-ridden and unable to think of anything else? boo hoo. that shouldn't be law's problem to deal with.

　❝ for starters, i should have waited until we were off the island before trying to hand off my intel, i shouldn't have pushed so hard to send you... ❞ he was doing it again. fuck. change the subject. ❝ ...uh, speaking of: i'm proud of you for kicking vergo's ass, you little shit. that had to have felt good. ❞

didn’t you listen to what i just said?  @ teach.

❛ not a word ! zehahaha ! ❜ darkness pools at his fingertips & drips like ink , a blackened smoke rising off of him in tendrils. it is a willful ignorance so recognizable ; a penchant for pure , undaunted self confidence seen only in fools ( or gods . ) ❛ sorry , kid. not really a listener. i'm a natural born leader , after all ! ❜

@kiriage​ // ♡'d 

✧ 𓏬 ❝If you’re a doctor, then suddenly I feel a bit faint.❞ The woman’s hand flew to her head as she tipped it back. Swaying slightly to sell her dramatics before letting out a chuckle and straightening herself back up.

     ❝Kidding, of course.❞