death is life's medicine

A pirate captain from North Blue, Captain Trafalgar Law of the Heart Pirates is one of the ambitious rookies aiming for the title Pirate King. Mainly Post-Time Skip "How may I be of assistance?" tag: doctormalpractice [An independent OP blog for Trafalgar Law]

[doctormalpractice]

*sets a flower crown on his head* u v u

"Is there some sort of occasion for this flower crown, Robin-ya?"

[doctormalpractice]

"Trafalgar Law, you've changed quite a bit since the last time I saw you"

"Oh? I seem to have made quite an impression on you then."

[doctormalpractice]

pirate-luffy started following you

[doctormalpractice]

Join in? 

There was a better chance of him handing himself over to the Marines and asking for an execution. However, the pirate wasn’t going to express these thoughts lest he offended the normally affable captain. “Perhaps another time, Mugiwara-ya.” 

[pirate-luffy]

Disappointment—albeit of a more childish origin—fell upon the captain’s profile, though his features remained distorted from the chopsticks that remained lodged between his nose and bottom lip. Ultimately the look he gave Law ended up not as an expression of discontent as he’d have liked, but as a goofy and rather ridiculous manifestation of strange proportion. 

"Booooring…"

Nevertheless he removed the chopsticks, planning to hold the Heart captain to his promise of joining in later.

"Then, what kinds of things do you usually do for fun?" 

[doctormalpractice]

Apprehension spiked as the childish captain's attention focused onto him in the guise of a question. Fun? Law couldn't remember the last time he'd had fun. But he wasn't stupid enough to answer honestly. Luffy might take it upon himself to show Law what fun is and he didn't need to be a psychic to see how that would pan out. 

"I suppose, I..."

Perform vivisections. He'd been tempted to say. That would send most sane people running for the hills... But that might prompt this particular idiot to ask him for a demonstration. Law shot the waiting Straw Hat captain a look of vexation. Just how could he possibly get him to go away?

Ah...

Victory.

"I suppose, I...read."

[missapis-deactivated20150201]

doctormalpractice started following you

     ”…E-E-Excuse m-me..” he was scary looking.. She was pretty brave, but not that brave.

[doctormalpractice]

"Identify yourself." Law hadn't the time or patience to deal with children today. It truly was unfortunate for this girl in particular.

[doctormalpractice]

"Then perhaps you should reconsider your methods." He’d have expected something like this from Straw Hat. But even he knew when to change tactics. 

[captainbonney]

"I probably should but this joke kinda doesn’t get old." Looking at the doctor she smiled. "Though if I changed my methods it wouldn't do much good, you can locate me with that weird ass power of yours."

[doctormalpractice]

"Coming from another devil fruit user, that is a bit hypocritical of you." Law commented coolly, not the least bit offended. He's had his powers disparaged by many throughout his lifetime. "Shall we have a demonstration, Bonney-ya?"

[doctormalpractice]

the-great-usoland started following you

"Chopper-ya mentioned that you were prone to sudden illnesses. Would you mind if I take a closer look at you? I’ve developed an interest in your case.” 

[the-great-usoland-deactivated20]

Usopp narrowed his eyes at the man “I feel like you're implying something else….wait! I’m the great Usopp! I don’t get sick!”

[doctormalpractice]

"Don't get sick?" The doctor repeated the words, his sly smile only widening as he did so. "Now that is even more interesting. Come along, Nose-ya. This shouldn't take too long." 

[kalliedubiel]

[moonlightsonatacase]

I thought I would be seeing this by now, but I guess I was wrong. I knew we have seen that face somewhere. (Trafalgar’s gif credit)

[kikokus]

[heavenly-demon]

ゾたロ by ソラユタカ 

[zorosama]

[theprincessofhylians-deactivate]

  λ şшσяđ wields no { strength } unless the ħąŋđ that holds it has

                                                                                                             ÇØŲЯĄĢĘ

[empressarian]

ʜᴏᴡ /ɴᴏᴛ/ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ: ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ

Recently, there have been a lot of people asking me how I write, how I do the thing with the words, asking me to give them advice and I thought rather than making a huge list of things you can do to get better at writing, I would combine their requests with a little something I’ve been meaning to do for a while.  So, here’s how not to write, or things to avoid if you want to produce good writing.  ———— I’ve had this bone to pick with the tumblr rp community for a long while, and since sleep seems to be avoiding me at all costs, I thought I’d put some of the dead time to use, be the devil’s advocate, and pick this damn bone: over-done, blatant-thesaurus-abusing, purple prose.  If you’re looking for nice, DO NOT PASS GO; DO NOT COLLECT $200 because in all honesty, I’m 1-800-DONE with a lot of the writing I see being praised on tumblr rp.

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[prettyquoteable]

- Gaara (Naruto)

[doctormalpractice]

manly journal - property of trafalgar 'lacy' law

E N T R Y: one. AGE: eight.

Mom got us journals.

I'm pretty sure it's punishment because Lawly refused to practice his cursive. It's not fair that I have to write stuff. Lardy got out of it but said he'd do it anyway to be fair.

Again, how is this fair?

E N T R Y: two. AGE: still eight, mom. 

Law came over today and "found" my journal.

In the toilet bowl, because obviously that's where I "lost" my journal. Who does he think he's fooling?

I tried telling Lardy and Lawly about it but they're being stupid. So what if cousin Law has a new pet frog to cut up? It's not like this one's gonna last any longer than the last ten did.

And I can't even get a new journal since the bookstore doesn't have ones with the cool spots on them anymore. I'll never forgive him for this. I'm writing in a toilet bowl journal because of him.

E N T R Y: three. AGE: eight.

I broke Law's scalpel today.

I think, instead of passing the blame onto me, he should really consider buying better toys. I couldn't even scratch mom's diamonds with them.

One day, I'll have a blade strong enough to cut through anything.

And that's when I'll play with that stupid [angry scratches and a comment: Layton! That is not appropriate language to use, young man!]

E N T R Y: four. AGE: eight and three months.

We're all writing in our journals but Lawly's writing still sucks. I saw it when our tutor handed back our work today. I think we'll be writing in journals forever at this rate. Lardy is writing in it a lot too but whenever I tried to get a closer look, he'll just hand it over.

I'm kinda scared about what's inside, to be honest.

[Lawly's ugly ass handwriting: MY WRITING IS NOT SUCKY! I'M TELLING MOM!]

E N T R Y: five. AGE: eight years three months and two weeks.

After DEFACING my toilet bowl journal, Lawlenstatine decided to toss it.

Into dad's side of the house.

I almost died getting this back.

We're not supposed to go there after a dose of dad's experiment got into mom's orchids and turned it into man-eating monsters. If I had died though, Lawlenstatine will have to confess his crimes at least.

I'll have to change my will so Lardy gets everything.

E N T R Y: six. AGE: it's only been a day...?

Conversation I had with Lardy today...

Me: If I died, what would you do? Lardy: I'm getting all your stuff right? Me: I'm being serious. Lardy: You're not allowed to die!

And then he punched me!

I may have to reconsider my will again.

E N T R Y: seven. AGE: eight and five months.

Cousin Law is back again. Doesn't he have his own friends?

[Mom's elegant script: Layton, you have to try and get along with your cousin. He's a charming young man and I think you two could learn a lot from each other. Please try.]

So mom found my journal a bit earlier this week. Hmm.

I'll try but I make no promises.

E N T R Y: eight. AGE: a few hours older.

I didn't mean to hit him with my journal.

He said he wanted to see it.

[Note from Lardy: Did you really have to do it in public?]

I guess that's bad form. Next time, I'll just drag him into dad's wing.

E N T R Y: nine. AGE: eight, still.

We're going on a 'camping trip'. I don't believe it. Dad never wants to go anywhere and now he's organizing things and keeping travel schedules? He's probably going to dump us there in the wilderness and pick up the survivor.

I have a good chance. I've already psyched out Lawly earlier this week. 

[Chicken scratch from Dad: You've got a good imagination, son!]

I'll take that as a sign that he's rooting for me.

E N T R Y: ten. AGE: not nine.

We're actually going camping.

This is the worst thing possible.  

[doctormalpractice]

[Working on updating relationships, universe-specific headcanons, adding more plots to RP wishlist and other blog maintenance stuff. Will be getting to threads and starters eventually. Thank you for your patience.]

[welcometothe1jungle-deactivated]

The John Lawson House might be the creepiest house in America. No one knows who lives there, aside from a number of mannequins with a habit of changing clothing and moving on their own during the night. Their gestures point towards an unsolved riddle, a story that unravels every day, regardless of whether anyone is there to see it.

Many believe the secret to the dolls lies in the history of the house and property. During a two-week cold wave in the winter of 1871, a train crashed two-hundred feet from the house, killing 22 people on impact. Often times the dolls are found pointing towards the area of the crash site. Other times, they’re discovered with their heads looking towards the only other historical house left of the street, which has sat abandoned for many years.

The house itself was built in 1845 and was one of the only surviving buildings left after a massive fire destroyed nearly all the property on the block. Curiously, the dolls are regularly found holding strange objects which change places as frequently as they do. Books, empty birdcages, towels, brushes and overflowing cups of potpourri have all been photographed by curious passers by, tucked into plastic hands or perched in laps. Sometimes at night a faint light can be seen in the kitchen, shining through the dark drapes that conceal the inside of the house from curious eyes. (x)

[gutter-goddess]

Fucking dope

[itsduhlux]

And nobody has tried to spend the night there? Maybe anyone who attempts to leave is murdered by the mannequins and they, themselves, become one of them.