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I saw a picture on Pinterest and couldn't help it 🐌

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #blood tw #gore tw #do not disturb // queue

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Just a lil vent art 🐌

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #blood tw

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Op Op Fruit Function Headcanon: Teleportation

Due to recent revelations about the nature of Devil Fruits I will be creating some new headcanons about how Law’s fruit functions and how the Op Op Fruit can do the things it does. This first one will be under a read more because Spoilers.

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#Dark History // Headcanons #operations // the op op fruit #[this headcanon is in my brain again]

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idk law sketch

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #do not disturb // queue

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POH

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #quartermaster // Penguin #man at arms // shachi #navigator // bepo #bodyguard // jean bart #the crew // heart pirates #[oooo! I like this style a lot]

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Tribe Society - Kings

#tragic // music

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The Gray Havens - Ghost Of A King Official Lyric Video

#tragic // music #[sad/tragic Law vibes] #Youtube

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happy birthday birthday baby!!!

#quartermaster // Penguin #[happy birthday good boy!]

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Full body practice (cuz I always draw portraits)

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #do not disturb // queue

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stinky heart man i love you

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #do not disturb // queue

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@conquiistador asked: [ Just wanted to say that your writing is really good! Love the descriptions you use and how you bring Law to life. 5/5! ] Unprompted

Oh, hello! Good to see your writing on my dash again! And thank you. I have a lot of fun writing Law and it's always nice to see that people enjoy my version of him.

#conquiistador #puppet master // ooc #boring question // answered ask #[I like deep diving his brain #there is a lot in that head of Law's]

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   That smug fucking face is a really tempting target for Law’s fist right now. Fingers curl into a fist, black haki crawling across his skin with his anger. He controls himself, however. He has no reason to let loose just yet. He will be the hostage, not his crew. Still, that knowledge does not comfort him. Nor does Stealth Black’s reassurance. Law scoffs in the face of that, golden gaze turning to the destruction around him.

   “Yeah, like I’m gonna trust the people that do this to non-combatants for money,” he snarls.

   Perhaps it’s a bit rich for the Surgeon of Death to take any moral high road but this sight, this mantra that drives the Germa 66, reeks of Flevance’s Tragedy. It reminds him of the royal family and the government. Of how they devastated their own people for money and power. This kind of destructive greed fills Trafalgar Law with disgust. It’s almost unfortunate that he’s able to put that personal opinion aside to better his own goals.

   An eyelid twitches when Sanji calls Bepo a bear. Fuck, he’s just getting all the more annoyed with this shit. Still, he contains himself and watches his friends go. He feels his stomach twist in knots, that ever-present fear of losing these people he loves making him feel sick. He tells himself they’ll be fine and if something goes wrong, they’ll call him. He’ll save them then. Nothing will stop him from getting to them, from keeping them safe. Trafalgar Law would burn the world for his gaggle of idiots. He takes a deep breath, calming his pounding heart and taking control of his emotions. He will not go into what comes next agitated. Better to be calm and in control.

   Then he feels an arm wrap around his waist. Eyes open, frown on his features. Hands unwind from his chest, mouth opening to protest. Then in the next second Sanji has propelled them both into the air with his stupid looking shoes. The doctor grabs his arm on instinct, teeth clenching.

   “I could’ve teleported over, you fucking flying cunt!” the doctor shouts, indignant with this treatment.

   The view he’s treated to doesn’t help his mood and so, when feet finally touch the ground, Law shoves out of Sanji’s grip. Stealth Black gets a pair of raised middle fingers and a sneer before Law turns away. Another deep, calming breath as he straightens. Hat is tugged from his head, fingers carding through hair before replacing the spotted garment properly. He even takes a second to straighten his shirt. And then there is a pair of lab coats telling him the boss man wants to talk. A huff, shoulders hunching.

   “Well, your mighty leader can fuckin’ wait,” the doctor hisses, stalking away from Stealth Black and the bewildered lab coats. He tugs a metal case from a pocket, flicking it open. “I’m not talkin’ to anyone until I know my people are safe. Fuck, I need a smoke.”

The prince has already readied himself for push back, white gloves at his side still palming a targeting device. The pitch of Ichiji's blast have changed, sizzling air reminiscent of lightning and he'd been counting the time between the flashes. When Law does move it's imperceptible again but not to attack. Dark eyes snap to the pirate as he reappears on the ground.“I'm bringing him in.”

“Bullshit.”

“Shut up Niji.” Ichiji's steady voice cuts in with the barest hints of a growl. Heaven forbid he's not the favorite for one second. “Hurry up and get them off the island, that pirate’s thrown off the schedule.”

“The juvenile snail is already on its way.” Judge ignores the childish bickering. “Well played Sanji.”

Is that praise on a shared line? Sanji could count on one hand how many times he’d received anything more than a passing hum from his father. No wonder Ichiji likes it so much.

Law is before him again, agitated and swordless. The pirate’s demanding tone makes Sanji want to protest on principle alone. Law has lost and is now licking his wounded pride by grasping for control. It's pathetic but the prince nods along comfortably in victory. “The theatrics aren't necessary.” Whatever fear the man attempts to provoke in Sanji bears no fruit. “I assure you, my word is better than yours. Judge wants a partnership, a disgruntled employee is useless.” Whatever information his people attempt to extract from the snail in the meantime, the prince will consider a freebie given his newfound good mood.

“Oi, bear.” Head twists toward the mink, eyes carefully watching Law as he speaks. “Keep heading that way towards the docks.” Thumb jerks over his shoulder. “Reiju will clear a path towards the snail ship.”  He turns back towards Law. “Don't want them getting lost.” Behind his mask a smile is unmistakable. On cue the way behind the men narrows to urge them forward, poison forming a polite arch to spare further exposure to the rain enroute.

 Sanji has enough sense not to gloat… that much. The surgeon’s smug carefree aura was more insulting than homicidal glares. Law’s been nothing but sure he's had the upperhand in their short exchange, the anger is wholly familiar even if the root of it isn't. With Law’s subordinates safely in Reiju's care, Sanji steps forward and unceremoniously loops an arm around Law's waist before boosters easily launch them into the air.

Noise falls away, the crackle of lightning and deafening thums of lasers a far off light show below them. Germa 66 has already methodically reduced a third of the island to ash save the stray points of interest Sanji marked. Kashi Island's whistling cliffs now shrill cry's of the damned and drumming boots of infantry. Like stepping through a wall, the smoke clears, sheer mountains lined with ascending snails on all sides. Only one ship has broken away from tight formation in Germa's coastal blockade and bypasses destruction heading towards a rear port.

Sanji lands with Law firmly tucked into his side, a squadron of armed clones and pair of white coats there to greet them. One of the men moves in to quickly inspect the prince once the pirate is released; the other cautiously gestures behind them towards Germa's main castle. "His highness awakes you in a debriefing room Dr. Trafalgar."

#abysmal black #captain's log // threads #captain of hearts // canon verse #caught in a war #[he does not appreciate being grabbed Sanji]

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   Law can feel Nami’s discomfort. He senses it with his Haki, the doctor shifting it on the moment they appeared in this less than reputable place. That instinct to be aware of his surroundings so ingrained in him. He feels it with how she moves closer to him, her grip tightening. Out of the corner of his eye Law sees her gaze darting about. She has the same instinct he does. Perhaps this place wasn’t the right choice, but he has more than one reason for it. The main one being the likelihood of her crewmates turning up here and dragging her away from him is next to zero. The other reason is financial.

   “A matron here owes me,” Law replies, voice matching Nami’s level. “She’ll give us a room far from other patrons and provide food and drink, if you’re interested.”

   He catches sight of the brothel’s sign. The place looks classier than most. Even has a few Geisha on staff. Law is about to pick up the pace, a sudden need to get Nami into a more comfortable environment, but then Nami stops. She tugs on his arm, drawing his attention from their destination and back to her. Gaze follows where she indicates, the doctor frowning at first and then eyebrows rise, surprise alight in his eyes. A tattoo artist? And Nami is smiling one of those warm smiles that makes it hard for him to breath. Then comes that question, the Straw Hat navigator turning to gaze at him with her deep brown eyes.

   Oh fuck. His heart just skipped a beat.

   Is she serious about this? He was joking when he said that. Well, he was then but he’s thought of it since, specifically Nami’s ultimatum. Is he willing to add Nami to the tapestry of devotion inked into his skin? A collection of doodles in the back of the journal currently tucked into a coat pocket suggests he’s seriously thought about it.

   “Are you sure?” he asks. Why is his mouth dry all of a sudden? “That’s a pretty permanent thing and we don’t know what’ll happen in the future. … But, ah,” the doctor clears his throat, head shifting to shadow his features as he mutters. “If you really wanna, I’ll get one too.”

There was a lot of Wano that Nami still hadn't seen. One area she'd purposely avoided had been the red light district. As they appeared in the area, it took a moment for her to place the setting. Beautiful women, lecherous men, and already, she was hit with a wave of discomfort. Seedy areas weren't just reserved for the old fashioned land of Wano; there were always visible, if you knew where to look. She hadn't bothered with places like this since becoming a Straw Hat; she didn't have a need to. That discomfort flowing through the navigator was practically visible. Her body shifted closer to Law's, giving his hand a tight squeeze. With Law nearby, chances of anyone bothering her were slim; if they didn't know who he was, to begin with, his tattoos and surly gaze would make anyone think twice. Still, that was one of the many things that angered Nami about places like this. That she would need a man to make anyone think twice about messing with her.

Sweet and savory scents blended together in the steamy, squalid aroma of sex, and silently, her eyes drifted about, searching for potential ways she could defend herself, in case trouble arose. What she could use as a weapon, in case anyone tried something. Sure, she had Law near, and she didn't need to worry --- but Nami couldn't help it. She would always be the terrified, poor girl, barely scraping by as she robbed the rich, and other pirates. If something happened to Law, she would need to act quickly. Just the thought made her heart race in her chest, but she steadied herself by his touch, watching him as he led the way.

"Where are we going?" She asked, just loud enough for Law to hear above the chattering crowd. Big, brown eyes eventually reverted back to wandering, when she caught sight of something that had always captured her interest. A tattoo artist, working under the cover of a tent, on a man, with a beautiful woman sitting nearby, watching. From what Nami could see from a distance, he was getting something dedicated to her. Her name, or maybe a portrait, or a symbol.

“I'd never permanently ruin you. Although, my mark would look wonderful tattooed on your skin and I wouldn’t consider that a blemish.” “Can’t think of anything stupider than getting a tattoo for you, Law. I'd only do it if you got one for me, too.”

An early, early conversation between Law and Nami; at this rate it felt like a lifetime ago. No matter, it still rang clear in the redhead's mind. A discussion of leaving each other's marks on each other, permanently. Not meant to be taken seriously, she supposed --- although it stood out, to her, for some reason. Her head tilted, as she tugged Law's arm, pulling him to a stop.

"Look," her head canted in the direction of the tent, her free hand raising to his arm, fingertips trailing along ink and veins. She smiled, spying the man holding the woman's hand, the way their eyes connected, in spite of the consistent, painful movement of the artist's needle.

"Remember when we'd hardly fucked and you suggested I get a tattoo for you?" The corner of her mouth lifted, pulling her attention from the scene, to Law, once more. They'd come a long way.

#chatcambrioleur #captain's log // threads #captain of hearts // canon verse #wano farewell #[the tattoo is on my brain so have this]

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@sillygum asked: “Oi, Tora-o! YOU CAN'T HAVE NAMI SHE'S MINE! YOU ALREADY HAVE A NAVIGATOR. DON'T NEED TWO!” (bothering law is fun😌) Unprompted

   The surgeon grimaces with the shout thrown at his face. Part of him wants to snarl back at Straw Hat, tell him Nami can make her own damn choices. Thing is, she already has. They’ve talked about this and though her answer hurt, Law has accepted it. Not that he was surprised by her choice. He just wanted something else, something selfish and possessive.

   “Calm the fuck down,” Law does snarl, the doctor not appreciating how his ears ring. He wiggles a finger in his ear, clearing the ache before hands come together, a stray thumb rubbing at the inside of a ring finger. “She’s already chosen you. You got nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”

#sillygum #as planned // ic #boring question // answered ask #[don't worry Luffy #Nami is incredibly loyal]

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Heart Pirates Week Day 2 - Shachi - Celebration

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #quartermaster // Penguin #man at arms // shachi #navigator // bepo #the crew // heart pirates #do not disturb // queue

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Tease - reverse version

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This is the gender-bend version from this classic. I tried to respect the original color palette :3

#surgeon of death // trafalgar d water law #cat burglar // nami #[*gasp!!!*] #mapping our hearts // law x nami

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[💀] - Law does not care how his Hearts wear their boiler suits. Put patches on it. Get it tailored so it fits more snuggly. Walk around with the top part off. Whatever, it does not matter.

But you will be wearing it when the ship is in motion. When the engine is on and mechanisms are moving. You will wear it if you are working in the engine room, or the artillery room, or even the medical wing. You will cover up and you will be protected.

Living on a submarine is dangerous and he will not tolerate possible injuries that you could have avoided by wearing a boiler suit.

#dark history // headcanons #[safety is important and yes Law does have his own boiler suit he wears if he's ever actually doing any engine work #which is very rare]