#still rough

[claypigeonpottery]

someone’s getting their stripes painted today

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

My Scarlett, you were a good girl.

[chromatic-lamina]

I'm offended no one's asked for the Law Drake. SHOW US SOME LAW DRAKE. And the Law Zoro.

Haha, it is actually Law and Drake from that infamous scene and the LawZo or maybe Law & Zo feeds on from it. They’re the same world, but in two separate WIP. I have to blend them. The Law & Zo is kind of a request.

Sorry if I’ve posted some of this before. It’s still rough. Not sure if this one’ll get finished.

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Law and Drake

“I knew you could heal yourself so I didn’t hold back.”

Law’s lip twitched in annoyance. Where was the logic in that?

“They’d be suspicious otherwise.”

Law glanced up at him, hair plastered to his head. “How do you usually treat your prisoners?”

Drake shrugged. “Not too many of them survive.” He stood. He absolutely towered over Law. Both of these supernovas did.

“Wait here.” 

Law thought that was a fucking stupid idea.

“I’ve got your sword and hat. Just wait. Hawkins will be back in a moment. The interrogated can become the interrogator.”

Law actually couldn’t get up just yet. Give him a few. A count to one hundred, and he’d be ready.

Drake returned and placed Kikoku near the chair on which they’d sat, the small stool, while one had questioned and one had winched the chains higher, his arms suspended over his head. About two metres away from Law.

He shambled them over.

Drake grew scales. His teeth lengthening.

“Interrogate him. Get your revenge. Then you can escape.”

Law tipped his head to ask why, but Drake had gone locking the door behind him. Law could have transported himself to the other side, but the tell-tale click of Hawkins’ shoes over the cobblestone let him know he was near and Law had questions. 

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Law and Zoro, same world setting, but Law’s free of the prison

Law pulled his tengai over his bruised features. No need to bring attention. An underling outside the city got him to play the meditative song on his shakuhachi that only the mendicants knew and Law played a few notes before slicing him up.

He had no time for this, but wanted to regroup. Gather his thoughts before he saw his crew. Not to give the plan away. Shouldn’t have sliced him up, but clear thinking wasn’t high on the list.

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Zoro came at him fast, and then the woman. He sidestepped them both, despite the bruises.

“Zoro-ya. What’re you doing?” Law let the back of his hands be seen.

Zoro lowered his sword. Law hadn’t drawn his own. The woman peered around him, curious. That oiran from the other day?

“A ninja was on our case before.” Zoro adjusted his obi.

Law wore the same haori, but Zoro’s senses were on another plane. He didn’t want to show the bruises. Zoro hadn’t been in Ebisu. Maybe he didn’t know Law had been taken, that his men had been. He’d run off after his sword before they’d even arrived.

“Too many shapeshifters around here, monk. Lift your covering.”

Even with that voice. With those tattoos. Why wouldn’t Law discard the straw bascinet if it was Law?

Law lifted it slightly, looking out, turning his head away. Zoro zeroed in on the nails. And the tats. Of course it was Law. But what the fuck had happened to his fingers. Where had he been? And bruises up and along his neck. Purpled and grey marks on his face, and was it blood he could smell? On Kikoku?

“Nails?”

Law’s fingers clenched and he let the covering drop over his face again. 

“Jack got you? Holdem? One of them?”

“I was careless. Hawkins. Drake.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He turned to go. His men needed him. Zoro grabbed at his haori.

“Let me see.”

“Hands off.” He pushed the Strawhat swordsman and Zoro tumbled to the ground, in the leaves, surprised both by the action and the strength. There must be a reason for it. Law wasn’t the cook.

Hyori drew in a breath and Law looked her way.

“Momo’s sister. She’s all right.

Edit in: Fic is up for this one now. Read the tags and warnings. Non-con elements, but not explicit.

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

aaaaaaaaa

the RSD strikes again

moms frustrated about something and keeps snapping at me, which automatically triggers my “what did i do please don’t hate me” process

[merionees]

Mindless. Inktober 2019, day 2.

All Inktober works (X)

[norse-truths]

Give Me a Sign

I don't trust my own emotions.

I worry and wonder and fret

about if what I feel is true.

"Give me a sign" I say.

"Give me a sign to show me that it's him".

His face appears in my dreams that night -

it's the 5th time hes been there this week.

"Give me a clue" I say.

"Give me a clue that my emotions are real".

His name pops up on my phone

and I cant help but smile at my screen.

"Give me something concrete" I say.

"Give me something concrete to rely on".

My best friend uses words like 'romance' and 'love'.

She says I'm falling but I'm not sure what for.

"Show me clarity on this" I say.

"Show me clarity on how I feel"

He wraps me in a hug and I fit perfectly,

It's a feeling I never want to end.

"Give me a sign that this will last"

I cannot trust my own feelings,

I lie and hide and bury,

And ignore all indications of emotion.

But you make me wish to find at least a sign.

[tormentedbythirst]

Huh. Maybe I can hit 30k afterall...

Free excerpt? Free excerpt fuck it. Had to look up scripture today, someone ought to read it.

@lonelywanderingstars @the-kryomancer

Joseph's smile is soft, softer than his oceanic eyes behind their yellow shield. "I prayed you would come." he greets.

"And God answered in the form of peer pressure." Ruth replies.

Joseph glances out toward the river. "John is used to getting his way. To him you are a goal to be reached."

"Ya mean like a notch on a bedpost?" Addie asks innocently.

"You share the same goal don't you? To convert me and as many others as possible?" Ruth challenges.

"I seek to save souls Ruth." Joseph said plainly.

"Not harvest them?" Ruth bites back.

This time Joseph swivels his gaze onto his older brother. "Havesting is a last resort. I will consult my brothers on their faith. It is difficult for them, a constant struggle for Jacob. -We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed but not in despair; persecuted but not abandoned; struck down but not destroyed.-" he quotes, easing his focus back onto the trio he stood in front of. "Regardless of your reasons for being here, I am pleased to see you."

"Cool! Always wanted Daddy's approval." Sharky quips. Ruth stifles a laugh as Joseph stares at Sharky.

[satanstrousers]

Just woke up from a dream about you