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[unsterblichhund]

Tomb by There for Tomorrow (for the song meme)

Send me a song and I’ll write a headcanon, drabble, or my Muse’s opinion on it.

     He hadn’t expected to wake up. Everything hurt, his back was on fire; it hurt, and every breath felt like it was ripping him apart. Everything was raw and painful, and all he could think of was the disappointment of it all. He was alive, somehow; what a monster.

     He deserved to die after...after...what was it again? His head was pounding, painfully and loudly, and it took all his strength to keep himself from falling asleep. Or would it be death? He didn’t know, didn’t care.

     He didn’t deserve to see anymore.

     When he woke up again, the pain was weaker. He could breathe without it hurting, he could look around and lift his head without much trouble. 

     There was someone in the room.

     He tried to move, combat drilled into him, only for his weak body to fall to the ground, pain flaring up and leaving him breathless.

    Bishop, he learned. The joke about where he came falling from was unneeded, hated really. But he moved on. Because he didn’t care. 

    He managed to get past some of the fog. Giovanni. Arthur. Lott.

     Lily.

     He deserved it, deserved to go to death like he had done to her. Instead of being free, she was...

     All because he was an idiot.

     There was cackling in his ears, in a voice too similar to his. He hated it.

     Aboveground, he was introduced to Kiri. Buon Viaggio. It’d been years, but his neck felt heavy, just like back in. Cold. His back was painful, tearing, tearing, tearing.

     When he jerked back, breath racing and he was drowning, Badou dragged him away, out of sight. Into a little alcove near the restaurant, where Kiri had vegetables and such growing. 

     He slouched against the beds, curled in on himself, just breathing, breathing in the smoke Badou was puffing. Finally, he looked up, and he caught his breath again, because hell. There was Lily, dancing and tiptoeing around, admiring the little garden. Little safe haven.

     Badou had no complaints about leaving him back there; early on in the partnership, too early for him to care much. Long as there wasn’t trouble he could get slammed for.

     He simply contented himself, seeing what he knew was a trick, something he made up, prancing about. Because he could at least pretend, however short, that it was actually true.

     Kiri was reasonably curious when he requested to go back into the garden again. But, she let him, seeing his shaking hands, hunched shoulders. He silently entered, and settled down in a corner. It was somewhat silent; the sounds of the kitchen echoed from an open window, the buzz of the city there. The sun burned and uncomfortably prickled his skin, but he just sat, arms hugging his knees to his chest, just watching.

     Lily would like this place, he was sure.

     He felt sick, he felt disgusted, he loathed. The old hag, using Lily’s face like it was simply a doll she could play with? He was so fucking sick. What was up with that shitty farce? That disgusting display? 

     How dare she? How dare she not let Lily rest, masquerading with her face like it was some sorta mask!?

     He didn’t look back as he solidified his goal of killing the old hag. She deserved it. She deserved it.

     Lily deserved it.

[trxfalgar]

✘

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse –-

✘ = hugging them .

"Okumura-ya.”

     He wasn’t trying to leave the embrace. He was stiffer to a small degree, yes, but only because he didn’t expect to be touched. It wasn’t something he was comfortable with when it came to anyone; his crew was getting there for sure, but everyone else? No. 

     A sigh; he was just a kid. Around the age of Straw Hat. He’d deal with it, just this once. Just in case it soured the other’s impression.

[trxfalgar]

↱

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

↱ = being lost with them

“Eustass-ya, I am quite aware that we are lost.

     Screaming it out will do nothing to help our cases.

          Unless you believe you can summon your crew if you try hard enough?”

   No, Law was not pleased with the situation at all. If Eustass was less violent and headache-inducing, perhaps he’d be more inclined to be polite.

   Neither of those requirements were met, however.

“Do continue making a fool of yourself while I spend my time being productive by getting our bearings.”

[trxfalgar]

[ text; ] fCUK I PUNCHED MYSELF I NTHE FACE

text message starters pt. 1

[Text;] I would inquire how that is possible, Okumura-ya, but I am sure I already know possible answers.

[Text;] If you need medical attention: use an ice pack.

[unsterblichhund]

☾

Headcanon meme~

☾ - sleep headcanon

     Heine’s sleeping schedule is increasingly sporadic. Usually he gets rest if a few things happen Mainly, if he isn’t in pain, and if the dog is quiet enough for him to relax. Sometimes, it also requires him to not have anything bothering him as well.

   Even if he does sleep, it ends up being short bursts, waking up randomly and sometimes having immense difficulty falling back asleep. 

   In the end, his sleeping schedule is sporadic and leaning heavily on the unhealthy side.

[trxfalgar]

"Panda Hat, ya got any candy?!" Slides in the black cat who is only interested in one thing in the holiday... which was still a couple of weeks away..

     There’s a pause, a slight tilt of the head at the inquiry. Law took a few moments to search for why Heartnet would be coming to him for candy, before it finally slid into place.

“No.

     I haven’t seen a reason to celebrate the holiday.”

   There was a hint of truth in that; Law wasn’t interested in sugar, and he wasn’t even interested in keeping track of the holidays. There wasn’t a reason to do so after all, being confined to the deep sea or carrying out a plan.

“Though, if I do acquire candy, I’ll make a note that it is reserved for you.”

[trxfalgar]

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?

Useless Details Ask Meme II

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?

     Law actually avoids perfumes and colognes. He thinks in a more logic way; this is a scent that could be recognized or trailed enough that it could get him into trouble. The most times he wears it is in faux formal situations, where smartening up is required. Afterwards he immediately washes it off, to knock off possible scent trails. That, and you’d start to be irritated by a smell if you were surrounded by it often. 

     As for Law’s basic scent, it varies. When on the Polar Tang, he smells like disinfectant, iron, and a touch of sweat. This is because he hangs around the med bay, and he pulls his own weight on his submarine. Though his submarine is modified from the usual model, it still possesses the element of having a crew of 20 people on it, enclosed, for varying periods of time. 

     When he was residing on the Thousand Sunny, Law mainly smelled of the sea, polish, and a touch of sweat once again. Since Law usually remained on the Sunny’s deck, he’d often be peppered by the sea air, causing the smell of the sea to stick more prominently on him. As for polish, it’d be a mix of sword polish and wood polish. Finally, due to the close quarters of the Straw Hat crew and generally sitting in the sun in dark clothing, the smell of sweat should be obvious in source.