Plotted starter for @sillygum

Ikkaku trudged through the jungle of Amazon Lily, grumbling to herself under her breath. The engineer was in a foul mood, born of days full of stress, frustration, and tension. It had built up in her like a pressure cooker until she'd finally exploded, emotions high and volatile, her poor crew unfortunately bearing the brunt of it. Ikkaku already felt bad about that, but really, how could they still be drooling over the Kuja when it was clear they would rather every man on the ship meet the business end of their arrows? Instead of simping, they could have been helping their overworked engineer fix all the damage Straw Hat had done!

Seriously, how could one rubber-bodied kid who'd spent the past few days unconscious and nearly dead do so much damage to her precious ship and medical equipment so soon after waking up? And then he'd had the gall to run off, not even apologizing or acknowledging the destruction of so many machines she'd tirelessly built that had helped keep him alive.

Yes, Ikkaku was angry, but then again, with all the tension and emotion that had built up inside her since Marineford, she supposed that she was doomed to snap sooner or later. Straw Hat's rampage and her crewmates' idiocy were just two large bundles of straw that had broken the proverbial camel's back. She was just glad that Law hadn't witnessed her outburst, and that the guys were smart enough not to follow her into the jungle so she could cool down. Not that being alone with her thoughts was exactly great for her either. She'd had too much of that, and it always led to contemplations of the Whitebeard Pirates and "what ifs" and "could have beens," which then led to regrets...

Before she could be pulled into such thoughts like she had so many times before, her attention was caught by a sound deeper in the jungle. Ikkaku's brow furrowed, confused and concerned. That couldn't be one of the Kuja, could it? Unlikely, and she could feel her anger spike again when she narrowed down the possible culprit.

Pushing aside the obscuring flora, her suspicions were confirmed when she found one of the causes of her troubles. The rubber menace himself. Just as her mouth opened to cuss him out for her machines, her eyes took in his bandages and the general state he was in, and her rage cooled despite herself.

@sillygum sent a message [ . . . ] "i know more about you than you think."

ㅤㅤㅤTHERE  IS  MUCH  TO  BE  SAID  FOR  law's  feelings  regarding  the  younger  captain's  strangely  all  seeing  eyes.  it's  a  complex  wealth  of  emotion,  boiled  down  to  wondering  if  luffy  is  thinking  any  thoughts  at  all  and  being  amazed  at  what  he  does  perceive.  for  the  better  part  of  a  decade,  law  had  carefully  kept  his  plans  in  motion,  hidden  his  full  intent  to  die  for  them  from  his  crew,  and  schemed  without  alerting  another  soul.  it  was  strange  and  entirely  too  harrowing  for  one  monkey  d.  luffy  to  see  right  through  him  and  to  the  heart  of  the  matter  -  as  if  he  were  wholly  transparent  and  not  a  single  layer  of  armor  existed.  from  punk  hazard  to  the  events  of  wano,  mugiwara  was  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with,  and  law  supposes  it  was  only  by  being  in  the  pirate's  good  graces  had  he  been  able  to  weather  the  very  storm  of  his  existence.

   Law has so many questions. He’s had questions ever since seeing Straw Hat defeat Kaido, since feeling for a moment the goofy and wildly unpleasant influence of Straw Hat’s new form. He’s already started a research book on this. So far, it’s just a few notes and observations he has made. There is a sketch of Straw Hat’s heart and how it’s beat changed when Luffy took on this new form. There are even some quotes from Luffy himself that Law thought might provide some insight. Unfortunately, Straw Hat Luffy isn’t very observant when it comes to himself. Or perhaps he just doesn’t care to understand his power.

   Well, the Surgeon of Death absolutely wants too. It has some vague similarities to his own power and Law wonders if knowing more about Straw Hats supposed Gum Gum fruit might help him understand his own apparent Op Op fruit. Both are certainly more than they seem.

   “We’ll start with somethin’ obvious,” Law says, twirling a pen between his fingers and eyeing the questions he’s outlined in his journal. “See how your influence on the world around you actually manifests itself. That’ll give me some idea on what to look at next.”

   His journal is lowered, and the doctor raises his hand, the blue energy of his power swirling beneath his palm. In a blink a Room surrounds the two, stretching rather far in all directions. He raises a finger, and rocks begin to float into the air, tearing themselves out of the dusty earth and disturbing the arid scrub. Law frowns, mouth set in a hard line. There is a niggling confusion in the back of his mind. A question not about Luffy’s but about the young captain himself.

could he help the way he looked onto luffy, grinning proudly at the pirate? most certainly not. it had been so long since his " execution " and this ethereal being had kept an eye on the boy since he departed from foosha. shanks really outdid himself with this kid. he had yet to appear to luffy, the man simply wandering a spectator, invisible to the naked eye, yet he could tell others saw himself in this carefree boy. and truthfully? he couldn't disagree. the specter really wanted to pick this boys' brain.

if he wanted to approach luffy by himself, he'd just have to do it when he was alone. and maybe that'd why he settled himself upon an unused desk, arms folded across his chest. roger was likely to scare the poor boy to death, but the herald of the new era could hardly care at this point.

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver’s scars, curiosity evident in their touch. the sweet udon angst (:<

Scars || Accepting

"Hey, damn monkey! Keep your grimy hands to yourself or I'm gonna snap you like a rubber band!" He swung his remaining arm, the clang of the sea-prism chains echoing through the stone cell. He knew this guy had zero self control, but really? Kid settled back against the cold wall, drawing his feathered cloak closer, golden hues glaring icily at the other captain from beneath his ever-present goggles. Of all the people they could have tossed in here with him, they went with Straw Hat? This was not how their New World reunion was supposed to go.

He'd come so far since Sabaody. Fought tooth and nail, and the only ones who had managed to leave their mark on him were those who stood next to one with the title Emperor of the Sea. Yet here he was, betrayed by two of his fellow Worst Generation captains and sent to rot in a prison cell. That the Straw Hat captain himself was somehow sharing the same fate was no consolation.

His harsh gaze narrowed, scanning the other man's figure. He knew where that X-shaped scar had come from, he'd been there at Marineford at the end. Still, Luffy looked much as he'd remembered from two years ago. A little older, yes, and feeling the sting of the world's cruel reality. Kid's appearance must have come as a surprise, the sets of paired scars tearing across his arms, chest, and face had given him quite the makeover since they'd last met at the archipelago. The scars, and the missing arm. Damn that pompous ass Queen for taking his prosthetic.

random dialogue … sentence starters pt. ?

"So don't worry or nothin' okay?" Ace had asked the same thing of his crew a lifetime ago, older siblings had a bad habit of worrying.

Running into any of the strawhats again after the debacle that became of whole cake was a surprise but not an unpleasant one. It would have been far worse if it were any of her brothers here in her stead though as they weren't ones to be grateful for anything. At least, not openly as things like Niji giving Sanji a slipped suit was enough to have her analyze their behaviors more in depth and less shallowly than she did before.

"It was nothing, we only took advantage of a situation to get payback at our enemies, helping you or Sanji was just a bonus." Are words she is able to speak in a decorum that would make her father proud. And yet unlike what he'd wish, Reiju softens around the edges for this strange captain she had saved before everything went down.

Plotted starter for : @sillygum

The Celestial Dragons, gods unparalleled, were the divine architects of this world, having shaped the realm to suit their whims. As their creations flourished and evolved, they watched from their lofty heights, indifferent to the suffering and toils of the lower beings. Among the filthy peasants, the kings strode as sovereigns, their feet treading upon the earth while the heavens acknowledged their rule.

Doflamingo, a figure as imposing as he was opulent, So it's only natural for a God like him to get everything HE wants.. the blond had come to dwell into his favorite pastimes. Dressed in his lavish attire, a wardrobe befitting a deity among men, he made his way to a secluded booth, his rather silent brother at his side. His arrival commanded respect, and the gathered crowd shifted in uneasy silence, the auctioneer readying the evening's offerings as the slave auction was still gathering its occupants.

Seated with an air of practiced nonchalance, Doflamingo's sharp gaze swept across the room. His arched brow danced with anticipation, barely concealed by the frame of his ostentatious sunglasses. The corners of his lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing his sinister intentions and the contempt he held for the proceedings he was about to witness. As he settled into his plush seat, he raised his hand high, a casual yet commanding gesture. The gesture caught the eye of a young maid, who rushed over to his side with a drink tailored precisely to his refined taste. The icy glass shimmered in the low light as she offered it to him with a bow, her hands trembling slightly under his intense scrutiny. His fingers wrapped around the glass with practiced elegance, taking possession of the offering as though it were a crown being placed upon his head.