@strxwhxt is an actual gem. She is so funny and so friendly, and she gets an amazing grasp on her muses (whether it’s Luffy or Law or an OC). I enjoy seeing her on my dash and I am so happy I got to meet her. You’re awesome, Essy!!

Once upon a time, Aya had hopes of finding her soul mate. She’d write to him on her arms, sending little notes through the bond, but she gave up after so long of going with no replies. Perhaps he wasn’t born yet, or perhaps he had died. Either way, Aya didn’t think much of it when Luffy drew a simple ‘x’ on his arm as she explained the concept to the pirate.

Her dress today had long sleeves, so when she took the pen back from Luffy, she didn’t notice anything right away. “No - um, they’ve never written back or, um, anything, so either they’re ignoring me, or they died, um, something. But, if they were alive, I, well, I could communicate with them this way.” She said, pulling up the sleeve of her dress, intending to write on it as demonstration.

She stopped when she saw that same simple ‘x’ on her arm, clear as day. “I - what?” It was impossible. It had to be. Aya looked up to Luffy, to see if he saw what she did. Then she looked back down, quickly taking the pen and drawing a small heart under the x.

In the short span they had been acquainted and allied, rarely was Luffy ever without a happy face that Luffy’s displeased demeanour immediately set off alarm bells reverberating in Law’s head. Luffy had all the look of a man with a bone to pick, an axe to grind. Law tensed up at Luffy’s approach. Had he been found out? Was there going to be a problem? To think he had been artfully furtive in his manoeuvre. Had incriminating evidence against him somehow have been discovered? Oh, well, nothing much he could do in that unfortunate situation but confess. (Of course, Law was not going to shoot himself in the foot. First, he would wait to see what it was that had riled Luffy up.) Either way, Law had no regrets. Neither would he flee from confrontation. If Luffy was mad about a particular issue, they could duel it out like men.

Hence, Law assumed a battle stance when, to his surprise, Luffy exclaimed about some food theft committed by a—Law glanced in the direction Luffy pointed at and glimpsed a little monkey fleeing with a sandwich in each hand and one sandwich clamped between its lips. It took Law a second to realize what this was all about. His brief relief at being cleared of suspicion faded with the onset of annoyance at being ordered around. Law scowled.

Hang on. He was not some errand boy. While Law would be immensely grateful for the Strawhats’ efforts in taking Doflamingo out, while Luffy had saved his life (weren’t they equal now?), Law was not about to chase some goddamned monkey for a godforsaken sandwich! Jesus Christ. Besides, wasn’t this a family problem? Those disputes could get ugly quick and Law wanted nothing to do with that mess by getting in between both monkey and Monkey.

Law stared blankly at the monkey as it scurried away, disappearing into the trees with the sandwiches. Law glanced back at Luffy when a stupid idea struck him. Law turned in the direction the monkey had escaped. Then Law stole one last look at Luffy before Law’s hand shot out and he snatched the straw hat off Luffy’s head. Law sprinted into the woods after the monkey.

“Mugiwara!! You forgot something!!” Law yelled as he gave chase, waving the straw hat at the poor alarmed monkey.

“You’re mad because I kept it from you.” It wasn’t exactly a question -- Zoro knew that if he were in a similar situation, that would have been his biggest outrage outside of someone he cared about nearly dying for him. Each of them were quick to lay down their lives for one another, though none wanted or EXPECTED that behavior from their friends -- their FAMILY.

“I warn them about the goats, but they never listen.”

       “ Free sample ? ” Lyric is offering out a plate of cookies to passersby , hoping to take one or two . Big smile on her face , the blonde is eagerly pushing the plate in the way of others , hoping to catch their interest . Turning to face one more person , she softens her smile ever so slightly . “ Would you like a cookie ? ”

Look she realizes its a rumor, and Lattice is no stranger to smelly men. She lives among and with them, but they’re sensible enough to wash at least twice a week, usually three.

Please, you have plumbing on your goddamn ship.