Will Luffy have a different form as a diamond or will he look exactly the same? Also, will the fusions with Luffy's diamond form be different?
I think he’d look a little like this; a Rainbow Diamond :3c
I think that this is what he looked like before he was rejuvenated, but when he remembers who he was, he doesnt go completely back, and he just continues on who he is presently.
I like this idea provided by @knobgobbled ab it
When he’s doing cool diamond things, he shape-shifts into this form and he fucks shit up, but he’s mostly in his base look. Because this is just a shape shifted form, i dont think the fusion hes in would look like this… but i think that the fusion he’s in could have some kind of special move that incorporates rainbows r whatever, ya kno?
The Lack of Ability to Think Things Through is a Pain
“Sebastian, this is final! We’re doing what’s best for you. We took you in as our ward, raised you like our own, and you spit it back at us?” King Demetrius raised his voice. “This is a chance to bring peace, an end to a long war that has hurt both of our kingdoms and you decline the offer?”
Sebastian kept his eyes on the floor, not daring to look up at Demetrius’ stern glare or Robin’s disappointed expression. He knew the guards outside would be able to hear. He could imagine Sam’s face when he got back to his room and had to explain the situation without breaking into tears. He could imagine having to explain to Abigail that he’d never be able to accompany her out anymore. The thought of leaving everything behind and go live somewhere else just to solve a war that could be settled in many other ways left him feeling sick. Sicker than usual at this hour.
“Demetrius…” Robin hummed, “it’s late. Perhaps we should continue this over breakfast?”
“Right.” He sighed lightly, “Sebastian, we only want what’s best for you. You’re constantly locked in your chambers here, perhaps a change of scenery is for the best. Sleep on it, we can discuss the proposal more in the morning.”
Sebastian nodded where he stood, using most of his energy and willpower not to let his voice waver. “Alright. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Robin gave a weak smile as Demetrius simply nodded. With that being the end of the conversation, Sebastian turned and left in the halls.
He could go back to his chambers. He could. Try to ignore Sam’s questions and concerns, huddle in bed and not come out until breakfast or more likely lunch. It irked him though, as he walked through the halls, the idea of having to deal with all of it in the morning. The rain pelting against the windows made the decision even more difficult. If he went out he’d end up getting soaked especially considering he was dressed down slightly due to the time he was summoned at. A button up, pants, and undone hair. He’d get a chill at best and sick at the worst.
Despite the rational part of his brain telling him not to, he found himself going towards the gates. Sebastian knew he had nothing flashy to show, so when he walked past the guards without trouble he couldn’t consider himself surprised. Call it being much more gifted at night than in broad daylight, not that anyone could notice considering how much black he typically wore anyways. Sebastian could feel himself slowly get coated in the warmth of the darkness, walking along the path he walked only a few days ago into the forest. He liked being in the darkness, though one of the main drawbacks is he couldn’t exactly feel the best physical situations during it.
It was when the shadows dropped from him, bleeding back into the shadow under him, that he felt a chill rack through him. He looked down at himself, finding his shirt soaked enough to be practically transparent and his pants clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He knocked on the door hesitantly while stifling a yawn, ignoring how warm his face felt in comparison to how cold and shaken his hands were.
The door creaked open, already letting out some of the warmth and light from inside the building. There was soft chatter in the back, as if whoever stepped away to answer the door abandoned an engaging conversation.
“Hey, look, I know it’s late but uh- is-” Sebastian wasn’t expecting the wave of exhaustion to pass over him as quick as it did, he also wasn’t expecting warm hands to grab his cold ones and pull him inside.
“What are you doing out so late?” Andy frowned, eyebrow furrowing in concern, “are you alright? Are you sick? Hurt?”
“No- well-” Sebastian let out a small chuckle as the door clicked behind him. “I just wanted to see you.”
“You’re soaked!” Andy exclaimed as she tugged Sebastian further into the house, “come in, gosh, who let you outside? You’re going to get ill.”
“I- I admire the concern, but really I-” Sebastian was promptly forced to sit on the ground in front of the fire- “oh, okay.”
“I’ll get you some soup, you stay here and warm up. I’ll get Dave to get you some dry clothes to change into.”
“Hey!” There was a faint protest from the kitchen. Sebastian assumed it was Dave.
He chuckled slightly, not finding much energy to keep up a losing fight. “Alright. I’ll… be here.”
The fire was warm and Sebastian was grateful for it. He found himself starting to doze as the recent events still ate away at his energy. The talking in the other room slowly became white noise as his eyes shut. He didn’t even feel his body hit the floor.
"Hey." There was a nudge against his back. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to bring him from the murky darkness of sleep. "Hey, get up. Don't you whine at me."
"Dave! Be nice." Andy scolded as Sebastian opened his eyes. He found himself laying on the floor, a blanket he didn't remember pulled over him.
"He interrupted dinner then passed out on the floor, I think I can be a little rude in waking him up." Dave defended, poking Andy's nose as he nudged Sebastian with his foot again.
"I- I'm up." He voiced, noting that it sounded a bit raspy which was different than the typical groggy tone.
"Good," Dave huffed, dropping clothes onto the blanket. "These'll probably fit you, no promises, but it'll be better to sleep in than your wet ones."
"Right, uh, thanks." Sebastian nodded, sitting up as he tried to ignore how dizzy the motion made him.
"Andy…" Dave weakly punched her shoulder, seemingly startling her back into reality.
"Right, uh, let me show you where the bedroom is. You can change there." She spoke fast, fidgeting with her hands.
"Thanks…" Sebastian stood up, grabbing onto Dave to stabilize himself as Fizz poked her head into the room.
"Everything okay?" She asked softly and Dave nodded, walking over to her.
"Yeah, let's leave these two alone." And taking Fizz by the upper arm, Dave ushered her out of the room to leave Andy and Sebastian alone.
"O-Okay?" Fizz mumbled with a confused look as she disappeared from the doorway.
A small silence came over the room before Andy motioned for Sebastian to follow her. He picked up the clothes and did as told, glancing around the house as they walked up the stairs. The room they entered was moderately sized, though much smaller and more modest than his in the castle. That was to be expected though. The bed was made and there were a few decorations littering the surfaces of a dresser, a desk, and a few small tables. There were quite a few books as well on these surfaces, along with half-finished sewing projects and a variety of sharp objects.
"Those are Dave's." Andy commented softly as she noticed his eyes longer on the small knives, "I took them away. You can change here."
Sebastian nodded hesitantly, putting the dry clothes on the side of the bed as he started to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands.
"I don't really know where he keeps getting them. I always think I have the last of them then he miraculously finds more, and no one in the town is a blacksmith so I doubt they'd just go ahead and give up their knives for him just to have and spin around- oh I'm rambling aren't I- uh- oh!" It was at this moment that Andy realized Sebastian was in the process of stripping, she could feel her face light up red. "I- I'll leave you be."
"Uh?" Sebastian turned around just in time for the door to slam closed. "Okay…?"
Now left to his own devices, he changed into the dry shirt and pants he was given. It was no button up, but it did the trick. Keeping what Andy said in mind, he steered clear of the sharp objects that she took off of Dave and opened the door.
"Uh-" glancing around he realized he was alone on the upper floor. Well, there goes any conversation to be had, really. At least, Sebastian assumed that as he stepped out of the room.
“Hey!” Fizz smiled, popping out from the stairway. “Andy’s downstairs, if you were wondering. What were you doing out in the rain?”
“Uh-” Sebastian frowned slightly, thinking about a way to phrase it. “I got sidetracked, really.”
Fizz nodded in understanding, seemingly pulling a bowl of soup out of nowhere and offering it. “There’s extra, Andy made it so you should probably have some. It’ll warm you up on the inside!”
He nodded slowly, not really having a chance to oppose before the bowl was essentially dropped into his hands, and then almost dropped onto the floor. The bowl was really hot and his cold hands nearly gave out under the new weight.
“You alright?” Fizz questioned, tilting her head slightly.
“I think I just… need to sit down.” Sebastian nodded, walking to the stairs.
“Alright… Say goodnight to Andy for me!” She smiled at him before disappearing into another room.
Sebastian sighed quietly to himself, readjusting his hold on the warm bowl of soup before he headed down the stairs.
Marius Pontmercy is a man who is in the process of discovering the world. And that includes everything from listening to all the great music from the 90s ('for the last time, Marius, Hanson does not qualify as great music'), to learning how exactly public transportation works.
He is fluent in several languages and actually a lot more clever than people give him credit for. In fact, he's putting himself through law school, and did he mention he's fluent in several languages? Marius is passionate, too, he just doesn't exactly know what to be passionate about yet, but he's figuring that out as he goes along.
Courfeyrac once said, "Marius Pontmercy is the human equivalent of a baked potato that has achieved sentience", and Marius isn't quite sure what that means, but he likes it, so he's had it printed on a couple of business cards.
His hobbies include hiding from women who think he's attractive, trying to keep up with those ridiculous student revolutionaries who take everything way to seriously, and trying to understand the philosophical complexities of cabbage. He is also, without fail, the first person to get caught up in Courfeyrac's numerous shenanigans and the last to realize they're a bad idea.
Above all, Marius is a kind and loyal friend who is trying his best to make sense of the world around him, and honestly one of the best people you could hope to meet.
It's one of the unwritten rules of the universe that in every major city, there must be one bad neighborhood. And not just bad in a 'the neighborhood toughs will break into your car and steal from you' way, but in a 'eight-year-olds will shank you for looking at them funny' way. And in everyone of those bad neighborhoods is at least one motel owned by a grimy, creepy middle-aged man. The motel rents by the hour and houses mainly crack dealers and meth addicts.
Eponine grew up in one of those motels, in one of those neighborhoods. And when you have a childhood like she did, you have to grow up tough or the city eats you alive.
So, yeah.
Eponine has never claimed to be a 'good' person, because she isn't. She's not good, or sweet, or delicate. She's the daughter of a wolf and she'll protect what's hers; fight tooth and nail for the people she loves, but she's not some goody two-shoes who just happens to live under difficult circumstances. That's Cosette's job, not hers.
So yeah, she's been arrested a couple times (nothing major, petty larsony and a couple fights that she didn't start but she sure as hell finished), and she's done some things she's not totally proud of. She's a little rough around the edges; she carries around two switchblades and for a while kept a razor blade in her mouth, just in case, but that's a mark of the environment.
And, okay, sure. She'd like to get out, do something different with her life, something special and important, but that's not gonna happen to her. Gavroche maybe has a chance, but Eponine? She'll be lucky if she doesn't go down in a blaze of gunfire before she's thirty, and she's okay with that.
There's an old adage that goes 'if at first you don't succeed, try try again'. Bossuet's personal addition is 'if you consistently don't succeed at anything, then you better damn well learn to laugh about it."
Well, you kind of have to have a sense of humor when you've lost almost all of your hair by seventeen and find new and exciting things to trip over on an almost daily basis. Bossuet is fond of telling anyone who'll listen that he is convinced his family is anciently cursed by Madame Zeroni, and when you get to know him, the theory really doesn't seem all that unlikely.
In his highschool shop class, he set the school record for most equipment-related injuries (including the infamous the-saw-wasn't-even-turned-on-and-he-almost-cut-off-his-finger incident). He is spectacularly adept at saying the precise wrong thing to his romantic partners, or just people in general, and due to simple misunderstandings has had hundreds of drinks thrown in his face, strings of swear words aimed at him, and has been slapped more times than he'd like to admit. He's resigned to only using public transportation to travel, because he doesn't trust his luck behind the wheel of a two-ton vehicle.
But he's far from bitter. He's smart, and resourceful, and works hard to overcome his naturally rotten luck. He takes the misfortune (with whom he is on a first name basis) in stride, and remains cheerful through it all, much like his best friend and room-mate, Joly. You'll never meet anyone quite as obsessed with bad puns and knock-knock jokes as the two of them, or as strangely happy, despite the odds.
And if you ever need a laugh, just ask him for his top ten funniest awkward situations, and he'll be more than happy to describe them all in side-splitting detail.
Euphrasie 'Cosette' Fauchevelent is quite possibly the sweetest, most charitable woman ever to try to stab someone with her stiletto heel.
The most common misconception about Cosette is that she's a shallow, vain, vapid little girl who only cares about her looks. In reality, she's just exceptionally well-rounded. She's not going to pretend she doesn't know she's pretty just to please other people, but she'll always make sure you realize how beautiful you are, too. She likes pretty clothes and cute things, and she helps run clothing drives and donation centers so others can have nice things that make them happy along with the necessities. She's got a smile that lights up a room and makes sure to greet every person she meets with it, just on the off-chance they're having a bad day. Yes, she can be silly, yes, she spends a good half hour in the morning getting ready, and yes, she's kept every stuffed animal she's ever been given and has them all on her bed. However, don't think for a second that doesn't mean you shouldn't take her seriously.
Cosette's adopted father, Jean Valjean, is a man whose daughter is essentially his entire world, as well as an ex-convict who knows that a young woman needs to be able to protect herself. Because of this, Cosette is well-versed in self defense and mixed martial arts (she teaches a free class every Saturday at the local community center) and could probably break most of the bones in your body if she needed to.
She knows that not everyone has been as lucky as she has and wants to help in any way she can; contributing to feminist movements, spending her free time running reading programs for kids at the library, working in shelters for teens and kids who don't have homes to go to anymore, and just trying to make the world a better place.
She may not be the most violent of world-changers (except for the aforementioned incident involving a misogynist, an unsolicited hand where it should not have been, and Cosette threatening to stab a man with her heel but settling for breaking his nose) but she does believe in the power of kindness, love, and generosity, and sometimes that makes a world of difference.
