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[Mugiwara-verse] "You can fool them," Law growls under his breath, finally catching the woman alone after days of waiting and watching. "The Straw Hats go out of their way to see the good in others - irritatingly so, they will eat up your story...one finely crafted and carefully tuned, I've no doubt," he flicks the bill of his hat upward so that he can look directly into her owl-like eyes. "But I know /you/, Monet. I underestimated you once; shame on me. I won't make that mistake a second time."

She had been waiting for this since she had become a part of the crew. Naturally, the most mistrusting man in the world would have a lot to say about her joining the Mugiwara even if it shouldn’t be any of his damn business. But, yet again, Trafalgar Law was known for giving his unsolicited opinion just as he was known for being an antisocial grump and a miserable twit. 

Nothing to be surprised about here.

Her yellow eyes are half-lidded as he speaks, the corner of her mouth tilted upwards, finding this rather satisfying. His frustration, that anger inside of him. This would imply even less hours of sleep for a man that didn’t sleep that much to begin with. The power that he was unconsciously giving her with admitting this out loud. A power she would abuse to mess up with him- just because it amused her.

She leans closer, ever so slightly, to speak something just meant for him to hear. “You know jackshit about me, Law.” Her tongue trails along her upper lip, her gaze on his, eyes slightly squinting, measuring him, and Monet smiles. “But suit yourself. Keep tabs on me. Be my guest.” She will watch him slowly go insane and take great amusement from it.

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Beach Monet!

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‘xcuse the unnanounced hiatus but work and life have been kicking my ass. More reasons under the cut.

I ALSO GOT A PUPPY GUYS. Everybody, meet Rogue 

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& so what—if my feathers are burning. I never asked for flight. Only to feel this fully, this entire, the way snow touches bare skin—& is, suddenly, snow no longer.

Ocean Vuong, from “Devotion”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via soracities)

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chu♡

Reference by MUYE_comu on twitter

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he wasn’t lying that punk can sure be hazardous

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for Monet's birthday ♡

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27/08 - Happy Birthday to Monet!

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Reflections of the Ghost Nebula : Do any shapes seem to jump out at you from this interstellar field of stars and dust? The jeweled expanse, filled with faint, starlight-reflecting clouds, drifts through the night in the royal constellation of Cepheus. Far from your own neighborhood on planet Earth, these ghostly apparitions lurk along the plane of the Milky Way at the edge of the Cepheus Flare molecular cloud complex some 1,200 light-years away. Over two light-years across and brighter than the other spooky chimeras, VdB 141 or Sh2-136 is also known as the Ghost Nebula, seen at toward the bottom of the featured image. Within the reflection nebula are the telltale signs of dense cores collapsing in the early stages of star formation. via NASA

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@ikkaku-of-heart​

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me they long to be close to you.

“Is that so?” her eyes are fixated on the engineer’s, her tongue darting along her top lip slowly as she regards her. She was so very attractive to her, at all times. 

“...why don’t you do something about it then?” a challenge as that taunting smirk remains on her lips, eyes glimmering with amusement. “...or are you all bark and no bite?” 

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She’s a rainbow·:

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Lips parted to give her response to Monet when she heard the galley door fling open. Nami watched Sanji flit over to them, two brightly colored, fruity drinks promptly deposited onto the table with his usual doting words. She smiled, muttering her usual thanks as she picked up the drink and took a sip from the straw. His treats were always delicious, regardless of what they happened to be. After a slow swallow, making sure to really enjoy the exotic flavors on her tongue, she hummed, relaxing back in her chair. ❝ Conomi is an archipelago of summer islands, yes. You could say there were two seasons. Summers are hot and humid, perfect for growing fruits of all kinds. The cooler season is still quite warm, but pleasant… ❞ Nami trailed off, eyes following a droplet of condensation that slid its way down the side of her glass. When it stopped at her finger, she continued. ❝ I loved it. My mother owned a tangerine grove and I spent a lot of time tending to it with my sister… when I wasn’t causing trouble in the village, anyway. ❞ Nami stuck her tongue out at the memories. The good memories. ❝ Everyone was friendly. ❞

Monet could almost picture it, but the thing she liked the most about that memory was the soft, dreamy voice: the kind you use when you reminisce something that’s very dear to your heart. 

She took the drink that the cook had so kindly brought them and took a sip, tasting the mango and passionfruit and coconut in it, adding flavor to that  summer conversation. “It sounds wonderful.” she tells her, a small smile settling on her lips.

 “...and your sister?” the pause made it seem as if the question was an afterthought, but the mention of a sister had unavoidably picked her interest. Monet knew very well the reason for this, and it was not just interest, but also her projecting a little bit, and wondering what her very own sister would be doing now. A gate that she had outright refused to open to confront what would be inside for fear of what she’d find: and what this would say of her as the older sister. “...is she older, or younger?”even though Nami struck her as the younger child. “ is she still there?”

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@distopea​

Punk Hazard doesn't seem to be a convenient place, but while he's following Kaido's orders, Drake has no choice but to step in Joker's business. The tyrant of Wano wants his Smiles to be done quickly, and while he doesn't trust Ceasar Clown, believing in his fickle personality, Kaido demanded that one of his Tobiroppo, even more those who know the seas outside of Wano, to check on the fake devil fruit's factory. That's why Drake is standing in front of the metallic doors of the lab, frowning and already despising this visit. He loudly knocks on the door, waiting for someone to greet him.

Unexpected visitors weren’t that rare of a happening in Punk Hazard. Monet would watch them getting close to the Burning Lands quite frequently- then sail scared at seeing the dragon infested hell. The Freezing Lands were on the other side, a bit more secluded, but not many did venture that far, and if they did, it could only be for a very specific purpose.  The knocking on the door sounded ominous, and with everybody busy with their own experiments, Monet did put her book down and went ahead to see who stood on the other side. The door clanked open, the thick, insulating layers moving with slowness. Despite the layers of clothing on him, that chin was hard to miss.

 “X Drake, what brings you here?” she asked, leaning against the door and pulling down her glasses to take a better look. Monet worn nothing but a summer dress, although the temperature outside was nearing minus thirty degrees, but cold had never been a problem for her. 

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medicus-mortem·:

   Golden eyes narrow at this curious woman. There is a thought that she might be flirting with him but her knowing about his reputation makes that somewhat unlikely. As a member of the Donquixote Pirates Law has accumulated a brutal and cruel reputation, one that barely scratches the surface of what he is capable of. Just what he likes given Law’s various illicit underground activities. Helps keep the Marines focused on other things the crew is doing while they work on Doflamingo’s true interests.

   The fact that this woman can meet his gaze unafraid brings red flags to his mind, the Corazon wondering if she’s another pirate or something worse. Certainly can’t be a member of the family. Doflamingo would have informed him of every member currently stationed on this island before he departed. The young master is almost as meticulous as Law is and that information would be prudent to his mission here. All he is aware of are Gladius’ and Buffalo’s activities. So, whoever this woman is she could be an issue.

   Yet, she is attractive. He can still have a little fun before cutting open her carotid artery and watching her bleed out. Law makes himself relax, a breath slipping past his lips. Another twirl of his scalpel and it vanishes, deposited somewhere upon his person. Posture slouches, a hand getting pushed in a pocket as he leans over the green haired woman.

   “Curious little thing, aren’t you?” he hums, head tilting as he lets his gaze wander over her figure. “You tryin’ to tell me you’re hoping to see more of me?”

   Question ends as Law’s free hand rises to snatch his book out of her grasp. He smirks at her then, resting the book on his shoulder.

“I guess that question answers itself since you’ve just stolen my book.”

Yellow hues fall amused on his, and a chuckle eludes her lip. Oh, sure he was a fearful pirate and people should be afraid, but that didn’t apply to pretty girls when his intent no longer could be read as hostile, something proven by the book she no longer had. But she did find it amusing, the shift and the execution. Monet smiled back at him.

Of course he would be a bit bratty, but she was far from minding it, thinking that while he wouldn’t probably have the most entertaining banter right away since he was so wary of strangers -as he should be really- but perhaps that would change after a few drinks. 

He would have to be here for a while trying to clean this mess up, and although she had, technically, a bit of free time the thought of paying cat and mouse with Corazón -not just for sport but for the sake of curiosity- was quite a tempting one. 

Her head tilts to the side, eyes-half lidding, that smile still in her lips.

 “I’d very much like that book back, so how can we come to an agreement?” 

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do you ever look at the amount of drafts you’ve collected and become that ralph meme? asking for a friend

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monet my beloved

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This newfound freedom had her living all she hadn’t lived in the thirteen years she had worked for Doflamingo. The absolute freedom that seeps from being supposedly dead: able to be anyone anywhere, start over under any name in any part of the world: and for the first time Monet chose to live as herself. Her adventures had taken them to meet this man in the most serendipitous of ways, and here they were now. In a foreign country in which he was a revolutionary and she was the elusive myth that crowned the mountains with snow. 

Drawn to him, by curiosity alone at first until they got talking, philosophizing about all of the abstract questions of moral and ethic, of meaning and purpose. He asked her to stay, and amused, she did. Love? It hadn’t been good to her, the romance thing, but she saw now that perhaps she had put it on the hands of those that didn’t deserve it. For a long time she had thought she wasn’t capable of it, that love was such a huge arrogance, but now, in this new chance in a new world she thought she had perhaps been too quick in ruling it out. 

“perhaps it is, or perhaps we are reading far too much into it. perhaps we want to believe we were not meant to face the challenges of this world alone because we all long for companionship, whether we admit it to ourselves or not.” it was basic human nature, and even for her, the words of it were beginning to ring true. “regardless, man of fire, what is it that you are planing to do about that?”

@snxwbird said:  plato wrote an eon ago that when zeus created humankind they had four legs and four arms, two heads, two hearts.   fearful of how powerful they might be, he split them in two, condemning them to seek for the half they were missing or they’d die incomplete.   i wonder if for us devil fruit users is the same.   if us too are doomed to find the power that compliments ours and makes us whole.   i wonder if such thing are your flames against my snow.

          ‘stay here for a while, won’t you?’   hushed words spoken in the spur of the moment, meant to be just that.   little did he know that she was going to agree to it.   sabo, one of the pilfered light of mt. colubo, now known to be the number two of the revolutionary army stood before the harpy’s icy glory, listening to her a she spoke softly of legend, fate, and pre-destination.   and when she’s done, she leaves him quite the question to answer to–  one that earns her quite the intrigued sigh out of the young man.   how does one approach such a complex topic?   he thinks, before the answer comes up naturally.

          the chuckle that slips past his lips is boyish at best, still maintaing that refined, elegant flair that sabo seemingly never let go of.   “ and  ‘the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as i may say, even for a moment.’   right?   it’s a heavy burden, love. ”   gloved hand reaches to become the rest for the youth’s smiling mug, chin against palm, slashes of mouth curled upwards into a smile.   “ maybe it’s plato’s way of saying we should share such burden together.  flames, and snow, ice, and fire  …  if i can say so myself, i do think that’s the case, monet.   it must be a sign. don’t you think? ”