#Moon God Law

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

I love this LL shipp. Makes me more sense when I was watching One Piece, those combines between sun and moon. Making in my mind possibilities about if there is a Sun god, who would be the Moon god? So, I've found mani fanfictions about that, and this one is my suuuuper favourite https://archiveofourown.org/works/43477441

Congratulations @miss-mairatrix for being our very first rec submitter ! We all love a Sun/Moon trope !

Total Eclipse of the Heart by @aspiringtrashpanda (M)

Following the events of the raid on Onigashima, the Straw Hat pirates wonder why Luffy seems distracted on his quest to find the One Piece... And what's with his sudden rapt interest in Trafalgar Law? Or, Luffy almost dies, makes a deal with a god, and falls in love. Law's along for the ride.

- Mod Gigi

[mystxcfire]

Moon God! Trafalgar Law

[artvm1s]

Where the sun and moon meet

Dawn for the first lawlu month piece <3

[signatureartsblug]

So- I absolutely love this design of Moon God that belongs to @straws-and-sunflowers And I just HAAAAAD to draw him-- Like I adore him and I would love love love to see more of this pretty man and his tiny boyfriend.

[suguruuuuu-chan]

It’s not much but it’s honest work 🫡

Law doodles ~

Going to keep at it till it becomes better, fingers crossed

[angellan]

Death gods : Sun & Moon

[lord-luminous]

Sun God Nika/Luffy and Moon God Hypnus/Law

It would be epic. Sun and Moon aesthetics for LawLu.

[garbashedump]

slumber party!

Sorry about the slow posting guys but it's here!

k soooooo the adorable lil guy Popstar (2nd to the left) belongs to @chaosaliien from lawful joke au

and the other adorable lil one, Stella (2nd to right) belongs to @liqu3d

here's a blooper i did when filling in the eyes and low key made me second guess my color palettes😭

[moongothic]

I just

Where the fuck is the Cross Guild plotline going

Like Crocodile and Mihawk allowed Buggy to do his thing until now because getting rid of him wasn't nececary, but we've gotten to the point where Buggy has straight up riled up his men who are all behind him, not Crocodile and Mihawk, to go get One Piece, and while the two could easily wipe the floor with them, it just seems like it'd be a waste of everyone's time

I just can not imagine the two being at all willing to go along with Buggy on the quest for One Piece, not in a million years, since the other two's interests are literally the opposite, but with the way the men are riled up it's not like they'd be able to unconvince them to follow Crocodile instead

But also Buggy does have that ship ready

And didn't they imply the three remaining Seraphim have been sent to Empteebluffs???

What if the Seraphim do show up and it's up to the only two capable fighters in Cross Guild to deal with them and Buggy just flees with whatever crew he can muster while no one is looking because god knows it's his last chance???

But even if Crocodile and Mihawk abusing Buggy until he grew a spine was a required event to get Buggy to join the race for One Piece, it'd still be strange for Oda to make Cross Guild A Thing if it only gets disbanded soon after without anything else coming from it?? (Like if they get disbanded immidiately then why did they need to be established to begin with, if Crocodile and Mihawk have somewhere else to be/end up in some other situation then surely Oda could've skipped the Cross Guild-part)

So are Croco and Mihawk just going to go along with Buggy's plans because they can't be bothered to put up a fight (and if they're stuck on the ship with him and Buggy's crew it will be like two (three if you include Daz) against hundreds- again, the two could easily kill them all, but is it worth the effort???)

I just. Where the fuck is this plot thread going man

[star--nymph]

me and my on going theory that the reason why all the senshi have terrible (or dead) parents EXCEPT for Usagi is because Queen Serenity wanted to make them devoted to Usagi so she rearranged fate for them to have lonely lives

and you're probably thinking Kat that's a really dark take on Queen Serenity but have you considered

woman who made a bunch of toddlers into child soldiers and took them away from their respective kingdoms to protect her infant daughter might not be on the up and up

[fallloverfic]

Carlton Javier (manhwa) appreciation post

Did I just finally get up to date with the manhwa for singNsong's The World After the Fall in part because of my love for Carlton Javier? Yes. Yes I did. (I mean also for ORV crumbs but Carlton got me through the rest). Spoilers for the novel and manhwa below. (Also this is focused on Jaehwan/Carlton as well :D)

The moment you know your ship is technically canon. Like damn the way he just... grabs Jaehwan's hand. Also Carlton is so much taller than he is alkdjladja. Jaehwan just lets any man grab his hand so long as they have bondage magic and are half-angel I guess (very valid of him).

When you walk into the club happy your husband is there for you after he blew holes in the roof to make you stop by.

This panel is just beautiful.

Fallen (half-)angel.

Poor Carlton, still working for your husband, slaving away at the desk. Chibi Carlton kills me. Jaehwan reassuring Carlton about his unique world just ends me T-T It's nice to know that Carlton is training like the others!

Baby got an outfit upgrade (looks more like Jaehwan too alkdjlaj when you're in love and match your outfits to each other alkdjlaj) and followed his husband to the Abyss after all. I love him. His finally being recovered and coming back to fight at Jaehwan's side just ahhh T-T

Goodness is he cute. And he's almost always next to Jaehwan in this arc T-T As is kind of explained later, Jaehwan demanded that Carlton (and Cheongeo) be let into the Factory with him, which is amazing. I just love that he values the guy so much??? Jaehwan canonically wants Carlton (and Siren, Cheongeo, and Caiman) at his side.

Also legitimately curious why they gave him pointed ears, which he's specifically not supposed to have. I guess making him shine silver all the time would be kind of difficult, but it's a very strange change, since the final version is so specifically the opposite of how he's supposed to look (both the original and the edited version of the novel note he specifically doesn't have pointed ears). I'm not mad about it or anything, just curious.

Baby looking hot and worried for his husband T-T

Carlton going to Jaehwan's side (along with Siren and Cheongeo) and not doubting him when so many others were doubting him, and then supporting him, and Jaehwan leaning on him and I just hnnnnnnn. Ride or die.

Their height difference just makes me laugh aldkjaldja Jaehwan is not short or small alkdjaldja (I mean he's described as frail at one point, but that doesn't explain this alkdjlaj) Carlton is just larger alkdjaldaj But also they're standing side by side T-T

I just alkdjaldaj He's about a head shorter than Carlton alkdjalj this is so funny aldkjaldja I think it's something about the Very Long Legs that makes it more comically silly? It's like xxxHolic but as a shounen. I'm not necessarily against it, it's just kind of funny.

Everyone Jaehwan wanted to go with him. WANTED CARLTON TO GO WITH HIM. WANTED. (Yes, Siren and Cheongeo are in the shot and of course Jaehwan pines for Caiman, but still). Jaehwan wanted him there T-T For someone who spends a lot of time being mad that Carlton is a law enforce and that Jaehwan can't stand him for that, and Jaehwan would rather fight the guy instead, that's character development.

And of course I got more of him do u think me a fool.

Can't upload the other images cause tumblr image limit. I might make a second post of them.

The revised webnovel is on Munpia in Korean. And Carlton's introduction is included in the free chapters. Enjoy.

[klanced]

spreading out the lance answers to distribute the results, i see? lance behaviour if i’ve ever seen any/j

nahhhhhhh can we please be fr. lance does not know how to cheat and sabotage like me.

[fierykitten2]

An incomplete list of Judas Priest songs I associate with Pokémon:

Breaking the Law: Quax, Spriggie, the Chars, Luna, Knight, Blueberry and Cherry, my aces in Scarlet and Violet. Usually at the same time

United: the same but usually only one quartet at at time. Also Quax and Spriggie are more in charge there (they sing the “so give me hope!” lines plus the first half of the quiet chorus at the end then the Chars join in for the second half of the quiet chorus and then the Paradoxes come in after that)

Grinder (I’ll get to songs that aren’t on British Steel eventually I swear): Quaquaval, especially Quax. It doesn’t help that there seem to be bird metaphors in the song

Metal Gods (I swear they’re not all from British Steel): Iron Valiant and Iron Leaves, especially Knight and Cherry

Living After Midnight (dammit another British Steel song I’m really bad at this): Quax and Spriggie

You Don’t Have to Be Old to Be Wise (no comment): Char the Armarouge and Cherry

Love Bites (finally one that isn’t from British Steel): Spriggie, with Char (the Ceruledge) as his victim (yes I feel bad about this being a straight ship when this is a Judas Priest song. I’m very sorry. If it helps, I’m sure Spriggie would do the same to Quax if he could (though I’ve been imagining he does it to Char to try and cheer her up and obviously Quax isn’t known for being an edgy sword knight))

Delivering the Goods: Spriggie and Cherry. It’s the stuff about stealing hearts

Riding On the Wind: the Proto Beasts and Neo Swords

No Surrender: as of yesterday, Armarouge and Ceruledge, especially the Chars

Rock Hard, Ride Free, Freewheel Burning, Hell Bent for Leather, Delivering the Goods (again) and as of yesterday Rapid Fire (another song off British Steel?): Gouging Fire and Iron Boulder (I associate Delivering the Goods more with Spriggie and Cherry)

Bonus: I don’t really associate it with a Pokémon (well, I associate the first line with Iron Crown because of another song I associate with the Proto Beasts and Neo Swords) but I associate the song Some Heads Are Gonna Roll with Falcon even though it’s a song about a corrupt government (I think), not having godly powers you don’t know how to control

[marianoperezarts]

The Demon God himself lol Zoro.

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[gallusrostromegalus]

Might I inquire as to what, precisely, a Mustain't is? (Aside from a string of letters I hesitate to Google in that order.)

In October 2014 I went on a road-trip to the Driest Place In America.

I was having a rough year, very depressed from having dropped out of college for the third time. I decided a road trip was in order to re-set my brain and get a little distance. Being that it was October, and therefore all the campgrounds in the American Southwest were filled with people who have the good sense to camp in reasonable temperatures, I elected to take my parent's minivan so I could car-camp anywhere suitably isolated, and looked up some of the southwest's geographic extremes- the highest place I could drive to (Pikes Peak), the lowest place (Badwater Basin), and for fun, the Dryest Place in the continental US, which turned out to be the Pinacate Volcanic field just west of Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. It gets rain maybe twice a century and has no standing water, despite being less than 100 miles from the gulf of California.

It's a startlingly beautiful and alien place. The ground is a deep chocolate brown to black volcanic sand, and in mid October, the rabbit brush is turning bright yellow as it shifts to autumn, the organ pipe cacti are a dark green and stand, partially concealed in the brush at exactly human height. The air is alive with birds and insects and bats at night. The stargazing is like looking into the eyes of God.

You get there by driving down a little dirt road called "El Camino Del Diablo", or "The Devil's Road".

I drove out about three hours from Glendale, AZ to get there, arriving at sunset, and felt a profound sense of peace. I stargazed, listening to the bats hunt and sing, and slept peacefully for the first time in months.

I stayed out there for three days, sketching and painting the landscape, taking strolls through this almost alien landscape, and enjoying the light and sound and total absence of human intrusion besides myself.

On the fourth night, it was a new moon, and I awoke in the middle of the night. Something was amiss, and it took me a while to realize it was because I could NOT hear the bats. I was sleeping inside the van with the rear windows rolled halfway down rather than trying to set up the tent, so I when I sat up, I looked out of the van's reflective windows to discover what at first appeared to be A Horse.

It was something between pale gray and bright white in the starlight, standing maybe a dozen feet from the van, sniffing curiously. It made sense- I was in the middle of mustang country and there was quite a bit of foliage in the area for it and it did look like a truly wild horse- lumpy where the bones were jutting out, dusty about the hooves and face.

I was instantly seized by the sort of paralytic fear Sleep paralysis is made of. I couldn't move. It wasn't quite looking at me because it couldn't quite see through the windshield into the shadowy into the shadowy interior, but I had the distinct impression that if I looked away, it would know, and get me.

I already had problems with horses. My beloved Aunt Helen's Prize mare tried to kill me on two separate occasions, and the year before I had to carry my sister-in-law backwards out of a slot canyon whilst reciting the Saint Crispin's Day Speech as loudly as possible to keep a mustang from trampling us to death.

This is approximately what it should have looked like:

Instead, it was... off. like trying to draw a horse from memory.

The waist tapered in.

The legs were slightly too long or the torso slightly too short, probably both.

The ears were Triangular.

The head wasn't quite right- Too narrow and the jaw wasn't heavy enough.

The tail was too long and arced unnaturally away from the body.

The neck arched.

The nostrils were too high and close

The mouth too long.

Whatever this is, a Mustang it Ain't.

I watched it from the back seat as it sniffed around the front of the van, curious with about the side mirrors. It moved around the van, nibbling experimentally on the front door handle. It came up to the side windows, sniffing like a dog, and it's breath didn't fog up the glass.

Finally, it came up to the rear window, which was rolled halfway down to let the fall night air in. Not even half a pane of glass and two feet of air between us, and I could clearly see it's bright blue eyes.

Horses have Elongated pupils to give them a wide field of vision, and eyes that rotate sideways in their sockets so the pupil remains parallel to the ground. Rather creepy to watch, especially the ones with blue eyes.

A real horse that was curious about the interior of the van would have come up to the window more or less sideways, and looked at me with something like this:

Instead, the damn thing walked up and faced the back window head on, staring back at me with this:

I'm not sure how long we watched each other like that, eyes locked. My eyes burned. I couldn't blink. My mouth was dry. I couldn't swallow. My throat began to ache. I couldn't make a sound. My skin began to twitch, like I was severely dehydrated. I couldn't move. My lungs burned. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move.

Something was touching the side of my hand on the seat next to me. It's my water bottle.

The realization must have broken the terrible paralysis in the lower parts of my brain first, because by the time I consciously realized I could move again, I was already flinging my water bottle out the window at it.

The top was open, and splashed out the window at the Mustain't.

I've never heard such a scream out of an animal. Something halfway between the sound of unquenchable rage vibrating in someone's chest and the way rabbits cry out to God when the dogs catch them.

It jumped back, pivoting away from the van, snarling at the water bottle. I don't think you're supposed to be able to see All of a horse's teeth at once, no matter how angry it is.

I watched it run into the night for some distance, it's pale body visible against the black sand and the dark gray shadow of the ancient volcanic cone it was headed for.

When the blood stopped pounding in my ears, I could hear the bats again.

I debated leaving right then, but I didn't want to get out of the van with that thing in the area, nor litter by leaving the water bottle out there. I also had the awful idea that if I left now, it might somehow be able to follow me home. I ended up staying up three hours to watch the sunrise, shaking and trying to figure out if I'd woken up from a vivid dream, if my meds had stopped working, or if that had really happened. I didn't dare move until I actually felt the temperature rise, before stepping out of the van to grab the bottle. I had my camera ready- I was still using a DSLR back then- to take pictures of the hoofprints, to show how close it had gotten to the van.

No hoofprints.

Beetle tracks in the soft sand around the van, and the clear foot-and-wing prints of a bird that had hopped around then taken off. But no hoofprints.

I went over the entire campsite with the tent broom, to make sure I removed every scrap of evidence I had ever been there, including my footprints, grabbed my water bottle, and drove the three hours back back to Glendale, then decided to do seven more hours of driving to Moab, Utah just to put more than 500 miles, the state line and at least nine things that could be considered "running water" between me and the Mustain't.

-

I still have that water bottle. It has a dent in the bottom from hitting something, but that could have happened at any time. Strange thing though. I can't drink that bottle dry. I'll have it on me, drink whatever I've put in there- water, juice, iced coffee- and eventually feel like I've drunk the whole think and that it's empty. But I open it up and it's still at least a quarter full. I drink that. I get thirsty. I open it up again. ...and there's always a mouthful left.

Not sure what the side effects of drinking from a bottle cursed by a Mustain't to always have some left are, but it lives in the Emergency Breakdown Kit in my car now, just in case I meet another one.

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[lunaechaos]

WAR. IS. OVER.