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Eustass Kid Week : DAY 5 : “A” for “alcohol”

drinking makes Kid very friendly. very incline to horrible cheesy pick up lines. very likely to get punched by Law.

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unimpressed, law remains standing with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the nameless marine blankly.  on one hand, law cares little for notoriety and wants as little trouble as possible because dealing with the marines is always a pain.  on the other hand, there’s a ninety percent possibility that this marine is well-aware that he’s a wanted man.  in which case, he might as well tell him his name.

“ah, i’m ... just a passerby.  the name’s ... tom,” he remarks unconvincingly.  “please let me go, sir.”

          “ So, you’re — ? ” Absentmindedly, he attempts to identify the person standing afore him, his mind suddenly amassing a number of logical associations. A pirate, known, wanted. That much he knows, however, he’s having quite the commotion trying to recall the other’s name. An arm upturns and remains suspended shortly, calloused digits miming vague forms. “ Your name? ”

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“i’m flattered,” law answers, voice devoid of gratefulness, as he makes himself comfortable in the demon’s office.  he’s well-acquainted with the rumors; after all, trafalgar law is no fool, but his need for greater power and drive for revenge drives him.  to the extent that he would make a deal?  who knows?  

law simply smiles before folding his arms over his lap, ready to discuss business.  “thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” he begins curtly, “but i hope you don’t mind if i get straight to the point.  y’see, what i crave ... is something no normal human can give me.”  law’s hands, slim and slender, clench into fists by his sides.  “are you truly a demon?  a demon capable of bestowing me what i want in exchange for business?”

    “ i know people call me eccentric but even i keep office hours, doctor. “ there´s an accusation somewhere for sure - even he´s just a human in the end. sleep is a necessity, his guest out of all people should know, though it is more than evident he tends to ignore it more than just once or twice. he swings the door open anyway, smile wide on his lips. “ but i guess exceptions can be made for special cases. “

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law doesn’t intend to stay for long.  call it vacationing.  punk hazard is a wonderful vacation island with all of its snow, toxicity, and suffering children, but even he requires a change of pace even if it involves running into encounters with those who declare themselves celestial.  god complex meet god complex.

“who is the ant and who is the boot?” law inquires with no sword raised yet.  “perhaps, we are neither.”

       “ an ant has no quarrel with a boot. “

     words said with such nonchalance as if it were the one and only truth - he had not come here to harm the human, but surely won´t hold himself back if the need would be present. the GOD stretches languidly before finally setting his gaze on the MORTAL, daring him to step forward and raise that sword. “ so what´s it going to be ? “

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"so, what? i pretend to be an eccentric millionaire?"

quizzically, trafalgar looks at him.  talented fingers idly stroke the chin while the surgeon stews in thought.  “well, i wouldn’t say you necessarily have to pretend ...” trafalgar admits honestly before holding up his hands as if to deflect whatever spike of fury he evokes from the halfbreed.

he’s not slowly backing away because he’s afraid.  not in the slightest.  hah!

“now, before you lash out at me, i advise you to listen and - why are you looking at me like that?  lord eustass, please control your temper.  honestly, you take offense to the littlest notions.  ... why are you stepping closer?  eustass, no.  eustass, no!  eustass!”

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"if you keep talking, i'm gonna murder you."

law scoffs.  he’s well-aware of the fact that eustass kid, his boyfriend’s roommate and object of law’s ambitious fantasies, is, so far, all bark and no bite.  how wildly disappointing, but at least, he finally has the rambunctious young man all to himself.  and hungover as hell to boot.

long legs splayed and without a care in the world, law leans back into the sofa, taking up as much room as he obnoxiously can.  “i retain information better if i read aloud,” he remarks coldly, shooting him a mock glare, but he’s drinking in the sight of a flushed and beautifully shirtless eustass kid.  “it’s not my fault you’ve chosen to gorge yourself on drink during the night prior.”

with chin held high, he returns to his medical textbooks, reading aloud to himself and fancifully enjoying the sound of his voice.  in his concentration, he finds himself defenseless to one murderous and beautifully shirtless eustass kid.  law just shrieks.

so he might have to revise that previous theory.

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"don't make me break something."

lord eustass is a bonded fool.  and trafalgar himself is a desperate leech.  together, even trafalgar has to admit they make quite a matching pair in stupidity.  if only he knew.  blasted cambion holding him hostage because of his goddamn sugar blood.  at least trafalgar’s perfectly capable of wounding him.  lord eustass is not so lucky.  and yet, his mate dares to hurt him all the same.  what a cruel oaf!

trapped underneath the heavy mass of the cambion’s limbs and muscle, trafalgar knows his escape is futile, but struggles loosely all the same.  he refuses to be handled so crudely a second time, but trafalgar knows his strength is nothing compared to the determined cambion’s.  as if that’s ever stopped him before.  scowling, he shoves back at the man clumsily tearing trafalgar’s clothes ( custom-made from versailles, mind you, you fiend! ) off.

armed with nothing but thirsty wit, trafalgar laughs, short and mocking.  “i’d like to see you try,” he purrs, lips smugly curled.  “but rest assured, i shall never succumb to your forceful will.”

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this also applies here!  just letting you all know!  but i’ll still be here, working on drafts in korea and hopefully getting to message all of you lovely people. :*

SEMI-HIATUS ( 6/13 - 7/5 )

so, i’m going on a three week trip to korea to visit family ( june 13 - july 5 ), but never fear, i will have wifi!  regardless, i’ll be doing a lot of walking around and whatnot so i don’t know how much downtime i’ll have, but i’ll do my best to pump out drafts regardless!  thank you for your patience and i hope you all have a wonderful day!

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I am a shitpost and so is Doflamingo.

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“how much are turnips at your town?” law asks the bigger man while leaning against the other’s back without a care in the world.  it’s nice to spend time like this: lazily and endlessly.  “turnips are pretty low here ...” he sighs before making his way to the train station to visit the other.

“hey, are you listening to me?”  he asks, peeking over the other’s shoulder to glance at the man’s beautiful town, complete with downloaded shrubbery and little waterways.  it’s kind of incredible how much dedication the man puts into the digital world.

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ワンピキャライメージシューズ | へり

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Artwork for OPreversebang where I got to nerd out with the awesome rainripplesdailythoughts!

Title: Vexatious Name: rainripplesdailythoughts Pairing/Character focus: Kidlaw!!! (w/ special guests) Summary: “Law’s a doctor from the Grand-line hospital who loves to get a rise from the baristas at ‘Killer’s coffee’ when he comes for his daily coffee-fix and Kid just happens to be the unlucky barista on duty. Coffee shop!AU “ Fic: Here!!!

I’ve always liked making comics but hated doing backgrounds cause I am impatient. This was so much fun to do. >///w///<

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i'm gonna fight you mom - bambie

ur grounded - mom aka me

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Color exercise, Law on a snowy day.

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unimpressed ( and hardly buying the sorry excuse ), law shoots her a look that sums up just about everything he’s feeling more or less.  while true, the strawhat crew does seem to be comprised of reckless idiots that could easily fall off the side of the ship in the blink of an eye, law clicks his tongue and returns to the task at hand, pulling rope and adjusting the sails.  it’s been a while since he’s been on a ship like this.  

with calm, he ignores the woman’s fire in favor of knowledge.  “learn anything interesting so far about our next destination?”  he might as well pass the time with some semblance of small talk.  not that he particularly cares about making friends, but at least, nami-ya is capable of holding intelligent conversation.  “strange weather conditions ... something about the terrain ... it’s an island even i haven’t been to.”

Turning her head, she now lower her sunglasses. Legs uncrossed as she began to get out from her relaxing chair.

        ‘ Useful? Do you think watching these idiots while keeping track of the weather & finishing this book about the island that is next up isn’t useful then i guess you standing there is useful? ‘

She huffed back now pushing her sunglasses back to there original position. Returning to the book awaiting for his reply. If he continued to sass her she will make your dinner only be bread for a while week.

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I love this artist, chek it –> . 夏目／ナツメカズキ