#Tony Tony chopper is my baby and I love him

[thesvenqueen]

I just want it known that in the most ironic shit ever, I have found another reindeer to adore. May I introduce the precious bean Tony Tony Chopper:

​I am 2-0 for reindeer side characters 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

[doctorwormcore]

What i think i love the most about the live action is just how much love there is? Yeah its different from the anime, but honestly....kinda better. I love how kind they all are, the strawhats clearly just love each other already, their own little family

[chenziee]

Monster

Written for the incredible (and absolutely adorable) @opchopperzine !! 🌸🌸

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When he had first landed on the small, remote island in the South Blue, Chopper had no idea what to do. Completely lost and alone, with no clue as to where he even was—much less how to get back to Sabaody Archipelago—he was almost falling into despair. Would have, really, if he didn't manage to get accidentally caught in the middle of the silly war between the giant birds and humans.

Honestly… The whole issue could have been dealt with in five minutes if they all just stopped and talked about it but no. It almost felt like he was back on the Sunny and watching Zoro and Sanji fight over the smallest things.

And then he’d have to deal with the damage they put on each other, treating small burns and cuts.

Chopper sighed as he wrapped a bandage around one of the adult bird’s legs; just like home.

“Chirp?” the baby chick asked, nudging Chopper gently.

“I’m fine!” Chopper assured with a small laugh. “Just remembered something.”

The chick chirped again, this time much lighter and with something of a smile on his face, and Chopper didn’t hesitate to reach out and rub his head. What a sweet kid he was.

“No matter how many times I see it, it always amazes me that you can talk to animals, Tanukicchi,” Shanba said, impressed.

“It—it won’t make me happy if you keep complimenting me like that, you jerk!” Chopper defended himself immediately as he waved his arms in front of himself as if he could physically shove the words away. After all, he couldn’t just accept compliments from a human!

“Still can’t hide your emotions at all, can you, Takukicchi?”

Chopper froze in place. “Shut up, stupid human,” he mumbled, turning away defiantly to continue the treatment while pointedly ignoring Shanba and the birds’ giggling.

“But really, Tanukicchi, you’re amazing. We only showed you these plants earlier today and you can already make use of them so well,” Shanba said, picking up the jar of freshly made ointment that stood next to Chopper.

The reindeer laughed. “That’s nothing. I’m sure Doctorine, who taught me medicine, could make something much better…”

Shanba hummed, “I’m not so sure about that. But could she make us understand each other too?”

“No”—Chopper shook his head—“but she would probably just hold you all at knifepoint until you stopped.”

Dead silence followed his words as everyone seemingly froze, not moving a muscle.

“Huh?” Chopper tilted his head to the side, looking in confusion at Shanba, then at the birds, all of which were staring right back at him with wide eyes full of fear.

“I’m glad you were the one who came here, Tanukicchi…”

“Chirp! Chirp!!” the chick nodded several times in agreement, going so far as to huddle close to Chopper, rubbing his face against the reindeer’s fur.

Chopper blinked, unsure what had made them react like this… but he supposed it didn’t matter. With a small laugh, Chopper shook his head; after all was said and done, he was also glad he had made it here. Except—

“I’m not a tanuki!!”

—————

From the moment he was born, Chopper was alone.

It took him years to understand why—why his parents had rejected him, why no one talked to him, why he was forced to always hang out at the very fringes of the herd. As a child, he simply didn’t understand he was strange, that his blue nose was a deviation that didn’t belong on a true, proud reindeer.

He didn’t understand… and that was why it hurt so bad.

And when he found that odd fruit—one that tasted so terrible, like mud and sand and bile—it only got worse.

He wasn’t a reindeer anymore. He wasn’t just a shameful deviation. Now, he was an abomination; something that didn’t belong in this world, much less a small reindeer herd living peacefully in the snowy forests of Drum Island.

He wasn’t a reindeer… but he could become a human now, right?

“It’s the Abominable Snowman! Shoot it!”

“Kill it! Kill it before it kills us!!”

He was naive. Young and innocent and oh-so-very naive.

How could a reindeer become a human? How could a human become a reindeer?

It was simply impossible; he was nothing but a monster now, doomed to be alone for the rest of his life.

“I’d never shoot you! My name is Hiriluk—I’m a doctor!”

Those were the words that changed Chopper’s life. Words that gave him a name and a purpose; a reason to live and hope for better days ahead. The first kind words he had heard in his life.

But did that change the fact that he didn’t belong? Did finding one person who accepted him change who he was? What he was? People still screamed at the sight of him. Reindeers still avoided him.

He was still nothing but a monster.

Even after meeting Doctorine and learning medicine under her tutelage, after beating Wapol with Luffy, after leaving the island to see the world with his own eyes… he was nothing more than that.

“Tanukicchi, are you there?” a woman’s voice called from somewhere towards the entrance to the village library.

Snapping back to reality, Chopped slapped his cheeks to make himself focus. He had a purpose here, he couldn’t just get distracted by reminiscing. 

“Tanukicchi?”

“I’m in the back!” Chopper finally responded, pushing the heavy book in front of him away to instead turn around to face the approaching person.

Soon, one of the village ladies appeared around the corner, a large tray in her hands. She smiled widely when she finally noticed Chopper; her steps became faster as she hurried over to the little study area Chopper had made for himself.

“Tanukicchi, here. I brought you a snack,” she said happily before placing the tray carefully on the spacious desk. Chopper could already smell the amazing aroma of green tea, his mouth watering at the sight of carefully made sandwiches and apple slices styled into little bunnies.

The reindeer smiled, the action so natural that it almost surprised him. “Thank you, I appreciate it!” 

“You work so hard every day, you deserve a little break.” She almost sounded like she was scolding him as she said that, shooting Chopper a look.

Sticking out his tongue and scratching at his head sheepishly, Chopper quickly apologised before pausing. “Oh! How’s your son doing? Did the treatment help?”

“He’s doing great!” The lady smiled happily. “The medicine you gave him helped a lot, I’m sure he’ll be causing trouble all over the island again in no time.”

Chopper sighed in relief. “That’s great. I’m going to go see him later to check if he needs anything else.”

“You’re so dutiful even though you said you needed to study. Thank you, Tanukicchi,” she said gratefully, bowing a little.

“I’m not a tanuki,” Chopper snapped but then immediately relaxed again. “You thanking me doesn’t make me happy at all! But I’m glad everyone stopped fighting now and all the sick are recovering.”

“All thanks to you helping us understand each other.” She smiled warmly at Chopper before turning around. “I’ll leave you to your studies now. Don’t forget to eat, Tanukicchi!”

“Thank you!” Chopper called after her.

A smile still on his face, the little reindeer poured himself a cup of tea before turning back to his book. Even weeks after he had landed in Torino Kingdom, it still surprised him how advanced the civilisation here was. This library was full of books on medical procedures that even Doctorine never taught him, plans for equipment for better distillation and extracting healing components from herbs, and most importantly, a large collection of encyclopaedias with detailed information on the healing—and dangerous—properties of the plants growing all over this island and beyond.

Chopper wanted to know all of it. He was going to learn about every single herb and plant and advance his medical skills as much as he could in the limited time he had. As the doctor of the future Pirate King, he had to do at least that. And if his gut feeling wasn’t wrong…

He could do even more here.

When he created the Rumble Ball, Doctorine scolded him for being reckless and experimenting with things he didn’t understand. But regardless of what she said, it had served him well! He drew Wapol out of the country for good thanks to the power the drug gave him and he was able to help Luffy and the friends he had finally, finally found.

Doctorine, I’m not going to stop, Chopper thought to himself, flipping through his book with new-found resolve.

It had to be here. Something had to be here. Something to help him make greater use of his devil fruit, the fruit that had given him nothing but pain—making him neither an animal nor a human, turning him into a creature that shouldn’t exist.

The Rumble Ball gave him the power to turn into an actual monster; seven forms, seven boosts for seven different purposes… One of them had always terrified him but he knew, he knew it didn’t have to be like that. He only needed one more push, something that could help him stay in control while he became a real abomination.

And while at it, he would also make the most of the other forms. What he had now, a Rumble Ball made from the few plants growing on a winter island and medicine from Doctorine’s private stock couldn’t be the end of the drug. There was more; there had to be more.

Did he even have to rely on the Rumble Ball every time? There was still so much he didn’t know.

When he got Luffy’s message in the newspaper, he knew this was what he was meant to do during the two years granted to him. To become stronger, to turn into someone worthy of calling himself a crew member of the Pirate King.

And if that meant turning into a true monster, one that didn’t resemble either a reindeer or a human at all anymore, that was perfectly fine with him.

After all, he had finally found his home. He had friends now, people who didn’t care what he looked like, who accepted him as he was without question. He had found what he had been looking for all his life and he would be damned if he let them all down.

Luffy had made his decision and Chopper had made his own.

“Wait for me, Luffy. I’ll become a monster who can be of help to you.”

Determination coursing through his veins, Chopper blindly reached over to the tray to grab a snack—after all, one can’t learn properly on an empty stomach—but he paused when his hoofed hand touched paper. He frowned, tearing his eyes away from his book to instead glance at the note, grabbing an apple slice and biting into it absent-mindedly as he read.

Tanukicchi,

Help yourself to the sandwiches. There's ham and cheese, vegetable, and two of the egg ones you liked! But the one in the middle has my mom’s special chocolate spread, I hope you like it!

Don’t forget to take care of yourself! 

P.S.: I’ll bring you more apples if you want, tanukis like them, right?

Chopper clicked his tongue, shoving the rest of the apple slice into his mouth as he chewed angrily, glaring at the little tanuki doodle in the corner of the note.

He had decided to become a monster for Luffy’s sake… But if becoming one would stop everyone from calling him a tanuki, well…

All the more reason to try his best.

[raestarr42]

THE BABY BOY IS HETE

[4amdiego]

TONY TONY CHOPPA

[theegregiousmortician]

some chopper with your vegan whopper 🐄

(ik that was bad joke but i think i’m funny as hell, i demand that you laugh at my comedic intellect)

[fluffyartbl0g]

GUYS GUYS I HEAR U AND LET ME JUST SAY I HAVE A TOTALLY HEADCANON CANON REASON Y THEY ARENT ALL GONNA DIE IN 15 SECONDS!!!!! Okay so if u read the tags u wud KNOW that in this totally hypothetical scenario that I conjured up in my head- luffy is already the pirate king!!! He’s prolly in his late 20s or somethin. What I’m tryna say, is that he’s out exploring all the other oceans in the world now. And right now in this hypothetical scenario, the gang is all in the East Blue sea, so navigation b so easy that baby nami can probably navigate them to the closest island.

So I’m sure Makino will be able to help make sure these kids dont die in the month or two that they’re all kids :]! OH AND ALSO they’re all like 8 years old or somthin, so chopper has just eaten the hito hito fruit SO HE’S STILL ABLE TO TALK TO PEEPS!!!

FRICK YOU *age regresses all ur nakama including their memories for leik a month or two*

[scooterfish]

obsessively checking the package tracking for my bf’s birthday presents cuz i get more joy out of buying him gifts than i ever have for myself

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 22

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[Hi!  Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now.  Please leave a message after the beep, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!]

[BEEP]

Law took a deep breath before speaking.  “Hi, baby, I just wanted to check in.  I know it’s really early there and you’re probably still sleeping, but good luck on your procedure today.  I… really wish I could be there.  I miss you a lot, I’m excited to come home in a few days.  Call me back when you get the chance, just so that I know you’re okay.  I love you.”

The solemn man tapped on the red disconnect button on his phone’s screen, hanging up on your voicemail box.  Beside him, Dr. Tony took a long sip of his beer, anxiously eyeing the expression of his superior.  Across the table from Law sat another older doctor from an institution a few cities away, one who had been a big fan of Law’s dissertation from medical school and insisted he treat the cardiac surgeon and his colleagues to a drink.  As soon as they began actually drinking, though, it became clear to Law that the large, scruffy looking doctor treating him to booze was a bit harder to deal with than he initially thought.  The more he drank, the more he ran his mouth.  

“Aw, come on, man!  You’ve been so uptight this whole week, I thought someone like you would be more than excited to attend this event and go drinking with some colleagues,” the man chided, his cheeks slightly flushed from his alcohol intake.

Law tossed a frustrated look at the man across from him, but it clearly didn’t land in the way he intended.  “Just a bit tired, I suppose.”

“Tired of calling your wife?” the man sneered.  “A man deserves to get away from the ole’ ball and chain every once in a while.  You might as well enjoy your freedom while you’re out of the country.”

Law’s jaw involuntarily clenched.  A million words of retaliation swirled through his head, but he didn’t have the gall to speak.  The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene, surrounded by esteemed colleagues who were all looking forward to a night out drinking after a successful conference day.  The black-haired man simply crossed his arms and uncomfortably eyed the barely-touched beer in front of him.

“That woman of your’s is probably sick of you calling her all the time, anyway.  Is she making you do that?” he asked.

Chopper reached a hand out, nervously trying to stop the man across from them from talking.  “Dr. Teach, let’s be civil, now.”

Another swig of beer slipped past the larger man’s chapped lips.  He slammed down his glass with another snide remark.  “Can’t be civil when you’ve got a man being held back by some woman at home.  You can’t let her control you like that, you’ve got to be a man.”

Law’s fists clenched the fabric of his shirt as he felt his face heating up with humiliation.  “I’m going to ask you one time to be quiet.”

The man, Dr. Marshall Teach, curled his lips in a sneer.  “Aw, you getting defensive?”

“If you wanted to treat myself and my colleague to a round of drinks, I would appreciate it if you could keep your unnecessary comments to a minimum,” Law affirmed.  He was inwardly impressed with how he managed to keep his voice so steady despite the rapid pounding of his heart.  He felt his hands grow clammy with discomfort.

Teach shrugged.  “Sorry that you’ve found yourself prey to a bitc–”

Law stood up with such ferocity that the sound of his chair scooting across the hard wooden floor alerted the tables around him, surprised and curious eyes darting in his direction.  With a scowl, he grabbed his bag, stepping around the table to make a quick exit.  Before he passed by Teach, however, he stopped dead in his tracks and leered down at the man.  “Don’t expect any more cordial behavior from me this week.  I never want to hear from you again.”

Before the rude older man was able to retort and get the last word, Law finally stepped away from the table and left the restaurant.  His legs were shaking as he rounded the corner of the building and stepped into a dimly lit alleyway, the setting sun casting a large shadow over the structure and making the corridor appear darker than the rest of the world.  A perfect shroud for Law to sink into a crouching position against the brick wall, his bag at his feet as he wrapped his hands around his knees.

Pathetic.

Law felt his stomach twist uncomfortably, his hands growing even more clammy as he fought with his heart rate to get it to settle.  His mind was reeling with thoughts, insecurities.  He felt like he was going to be sick.  How was a man as esteemed as him having a panic attack in a back alley behind a bar?

“Law?” a soft voice called from around the corner.

The black-haired man picked his head up in surprise, facing the voice.  A head of thick, bushy brown hair and gentle, black, doe-like eyes greeted him.

“Chopper… need something?” he asked, keeping his voice low to prevent it from trembling.

The younger doctor stepped closer, copying Law’s posture by crouching down himself so he could be at the same level as his superior.  “Just wanted to make sure you were okay… do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“Is anyone else going?” Law asked, mild skepticism in his eyes.

“Nope, just me,” the brunette man responded.  “I barely had anything to drink, anyway.  Bars aren’t really my scene.”

Law slowly stood up along with his younger colleague, grabbing his bag from the cold ground and following Chopper out of the alley, rounding the corner and proceeding down the street.  The two walked in silence for around 20 minutes before they finally reached their hotel, a very fine establishment that was selected by their employers for their week-long stay in the Flower Capital.  The place was far more lavish than anything Law had stayed in before, but frankly, the expensive decor and fancy lights were nothing if not unsettling for him in his upset state.  He followed Chopper into the elevator, the two ascending in silence to the 10th floor, watching as the numbers on the control panel slowly ticked upward.  Their walk through the hall was so silent you could hear their footsteps slightly echoing off of the plaster walls around them.  Chopper inserted his keycard into their room’s door, pushing the heavy entrance open and stepping inside, Law on his heels.

Once they were safely in their room, Law released the frustrated groan he had been holding in.  He quickly undid the buttons of his dress shirt, ripping it off of him and falling backwards onto the bed that he designated as his.  Chopper watched with concern on his soft features, sitting on his own mattress.

“I’m sorry about what Teach said to you,” the younger man said.

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault,” Law mumbled back, staring at the ceiling.  The air of their hotel room was quite chilly and made goosebumps appear on his inked skin, but it was far better than his anxious perspiration that was going on under the stifling fabric of his dress shirt.

“I know it wasn’t, but I’m still sorry,” Chopper responded, awkwardly hugging his knees.  “I think it’s sweet that you’re calling your wife so often.  I’m sure she really appreciates it.”

Law bit the inside of his cheek.  He had kept your infertility struggles a secret from the rest of his colleagues at the hospital, choosing instead to say that he was taking care of you through an acute illness whenever he used his personal time off.  No one had ever questioned it, perhaps being too afraid to provoke the steely, constantly-focused doctor, but whatever the reason, Law was relieved that he never had to explain himself.  His current behavior was far beyond the realm of what Chopper had ever seen of him, drastically out of character from the hard-working doctor the younger man was surely used to.

“Chopper, can I tell you something?” Law asked, feeling immensely awkward for divulging his problems to a colleague who seemed so much younger than him.

“Of course,” Chopper replied.

Law sat up on his elbows, gazing at his feet at the end of the bed.  “My wife has been struggling with infertility.  We’ve been trying for well over a year now to have a baby, with no success yet.  She’s had two miscarriages, the second one at 12 weeks.”  His voice was quiet as he spoke, clearly upset with reliving the memory of seeing you tied to the hospital bed in the emergency room, the way your face was scrunched up with agony, humiliation, and shame.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” the younger man sympathized.  

Law took a deep breath.  “She’s been undergoing treatment to prepare for IVF, and today, back home anyway, is the day she gets her eggs harvested.  I’ve been so, so fucking nervous for her.  Excuse my language.”

“So that’s why you’ve been calling and texting her a bunch?” Chopper asked, slightly tilting his head as he listened to his older colleague.

“Yeah.  And unlike that prick Teach, I like to think I have a much healthier relationship with her.”  Law scoffed, relaying the words the older man had spoken to him over their drinks.  “Ball and chain, my ass.  The day I refer to my wife like that is the day I die by my own hand.”

Chopper sighed, wanting to apologize yet again for the older doctor’s behavior, but deciding against it.  Law’s words sparked a hint of curiosity in the younger man, however, as he gazed at the ink covering his coworker’s hands, arms, chest, and back.  “Law, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Not at all,” the black-haired surgeon responded.

“It always struck me as interesting that you have the word ‘DEATH’ tattooed on your fingers.  Have you ever been… told off for that?”

Chopper’s words prompted Law to gaze at the ink on his skin.  He huffed through his nose at the memory, his friends as an 18-year-old undergraduate adamantly insisting that he shouldn’t get morbid tattoos if he was going to pursue a career in life-saving medical care, but clearly their words didn’t stick.

“All the time,” he replied.  “I got my tattoos done over the course of a few years while I was an undergrad.  I was going through a lot at that time, and funneled my frustrations into getting ink.”

“Is there a reason you chose ‘DEATH’?”  Chopper had absolutely zero idea if he was crossing the line or not, but based on Law’s somewhat relaxed body language, he safely assumed that he was still in the clear with his questions.

Law pursed his lips.  “I lost my family in a house fire when I was around 10, and the man who took me in and raised me was killed by his older brother when I was 13, so for the duration of my teenage years, death was all I thought about.”

Chopper’s eyebrows creased with melancholy.  “I’m so sorry…”

Law relaxed his arms and fell back onto his mattress once more.  “I kept going for my parents, they were both doctors and I grew up wanting to follow in their footsteps.  And for most of my time in high school and then in college, I was convinced I was too hardened to be loved.”

The younger brunette felt a small smile tug on his lips.  “But then you met your wife.”

The words made the black-haired man grin.  “Yup… then I met my wife.  But I already had the tattoos when I met her, so it was a bit too late for that.”

“I’m sorry you can’t be home with her… but I’m sure she really does appreciate the fact that you’re constantly checking in on her.  If my husband was halfway across the world, I’d want to hear from him as often as I could, too,” Chopper stated, his voice light and airy.

Law stared at the ceiling.  Chopper was the kind of kid whose presence made you relax.  His openness and understanding of complex topics and issues was a quality that made Law gravitate towards taking him under his wing, endlessly impressed with the ease in which the boy sympathized and offered boundless support for patients, colleagues, and family who visited the hospital.  Even the most upset patients were treated with the utmost respect from the young doctor, his very existence making any tension or unease flow from the body in waves.

“Thanks, Chopper, I appreciate it,” Law stated.  “Sorry to spill all that on you.”

“It’s never a problem, Law, I’m always happy to talk about stuff that might be troubling you.  As a friend, rather than strictly a coworker.”  Chopper swung his legs off the side of his bed.  “I’m going to take a shower, try to get some shut-eye, alright?”  The younger colleague tossed a friendly smile to Law, who nodded graciously.

The bathroom door closed with a soft click, leaving Law alone on his bed in the warm light of the bedside lamp.  He reached toward his phone intent on checking his text messages, but as soon as he picked it up in his hand, the screen lit up with an incoming call.

Wifey

A grin tugged on Law’s lips.  “Hello?”

[Hi, baby!  I’m sorry I missed your call…]  Your voice was groggy with sleep, and some shuffling could be heard in the background.  You must have still been in bed.

“It’s alright, you were sleeping,” Law replied, his voice soft.  “I wouldn’t want you to wake up for me, especially not on such an important day.  You need all the rest you can get.”

A soft hum echoed through the speakers.  [You’re right… but I love hearing your voice.]  Your words were silky smooth, making your husband smile even wider as he imagined the sleepy look on your face, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion as a beautiful, fatigued smile pulled on your lips.  He imagined curling closer to you, pulling your body into his own and inhaling the soft scent of your soap and moisturizer, wishing he could carry around your aroma in a bottle for whenever he wanted to think of you.

“How are you feeling about today?” he asked.

[Really, really nervous.  But we all have a plan.]  Your shaky response made Law’s heart clench, but he waited patiently for you to continue talking.  [I go in at 9 AM for the procedure.  Penguin is driving me, because I don’t trust Shachi’s car, but Shachi and Ikkaku are going to stay at the apartment with Bepo.  The procedure is going to take only, like, ten or so minutes, so I requested to have local anesthesia so I don’t have to be all groggy for the day.  So it’ll probably hurt a bit, but I’m tough.  I can deal.]

Law chuckled.  “You are tough.”  He wanted to say something else, perhaps sing your praises even more, but his insecurities from earlier flooded back into his head.  “Hey… can I ask you something?”

[Of course, baby.  Anything.]

“Are you…” he searched the crevices of his mind for the proper words.  “Are you annoyed with me when I call too often?”

The line was silent for a few moments too many.  [Why would I be annoyed?]

The man rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.  “I don’t know… I had a weird conversation over drinks tonight and I’m overthinking it.”

He could hear you audibly sigh.  [I absolutely, one hundred percent, do NOT think you’re annoying.  I get so excited whenever you call.  When you called me yesterday when I was at Nami’s, she poked fun at me for lighting up when you called.  She said it looked like I was glowing.]

Law smiled at the thought.  Before he could continue speaking, though, you took a breath.

[I would never be annoyed with you, ever.  If anything, I wish you could call more, but I know you have your big important responsibilities while you’re over there.]  Your voice was uplifting, encouraging.  Law’s chest felt lighter simply by listening to you talk.  Oh, the power you held.  [When you come home, I’m going to smother you in so many kisses to make up for whatever asshole made you feel shitty.]

“I’d love that, baby,” Law sighed into the receiver.  “I miss you… I don’t think I’m cut out for long business trips.”

[You only have three more days, you can do it!]

Law had an image in his head of you excitedly pumping the air with your fist, your eyes bright and shining as you encouraged him to keep his head up and continue pushing forward with the incredible reward of returning home to your arms.

[And hey, when you come home, we’ll have a bunch of microscopic eggs in a petri dish at the fertility clinic hopefully being fertilized.]

Law’s heart swelled at the mere thought of tiny embryos growing to hopefully be successfully implanted into you.  The process of preparing for the procedure had been so long to him and he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how you must have felt in the weeks leading up, but the way you had managed to stay strong through the entire duration was profoundly inspirational to him.  You were truly one special woman.

[I’m going to get up and take Bepo out, but I’ll text you throughout the day to tell you how things went!  Oh, and Law?]

“Yes, baby?”

[Don’t lose sleep over me.  I can somehow see those eyebags through the phone.  I promise I’m going to be okay, so get some rest, alright?]

Law smirked.  You knew him far too well.  “No promises.”

[Law…]

He sighed, a chuckle escaping his lungs.  “Okay, I promise I’ll get some sleep.  My hotel roommate’s in the shower right now, but when he’s done I’m going to clean myself up and get some rest.  I’ll talk to you later, baby.”

He could hear the smile on your voice as you responded.  [I love you, Law.]

“I love you, too, beautiful.”

—

“Shachi and Penguin are pussies,” Ikkaku groaned, crossing her arms over her chest in the chair that sat across from your small pre-op bed.  “Afraid of some women’s health matters…”

You giggled at her frustration.  “Well, I’m really happy that you were able to take today off and help me out, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course!”  Ikkaku flashed you a charming, toothy grin.  “Anything for my bestie.  Besides, from what I read online, you’re gonna need some support to help deal with the pain.”

“It shouldn’t hurt that bad… they’re giving me local anesthesia, so I’ll only feel a little bit.  At least, I hope that’s the case,” you replied with a nervous shudder.  “You won’t have to deal with a loopy post-op me.  Last time I had a procedure done, Law told me I didn’t stop gushing over him for almost six hours.”  Your head fell into your hands, embarrassment painting your face.

Ikkaku laughed at your shameful state.  “You can still tell me how much you love me while completely sober, though, right?”

You flashed her a cheeky grin.  “Don’t test your luck.”

You struggled to admit it, but you were wildly anxious.  The last time you talked to Law was when you returned his call a few hours prior, and thinking about him halfway across the world, probably (hopefully) fast asleep in preparation for another day of conferences was reassuring, but you had a residual ache in your heart that yearned for him to be with you.  The weeks of synchronizing your cycle and taking hormone injections to mature your eggs was a long, boring, and tedious process, but it was all leading up to this very moment.  

Now you just had to hope that some of your eggs were mature enough to fertilize… if they would fertilize at all.

“Mrs. Trafalgar?”  A nurse stepped into your room with a clipboard, a few sheets of paper attached to the metal clamp.  “I just need to have you sign a few forms and then we’ll take you in!”

You took the board and the pen from her grasp, wiping your hands on your hospital gown to rid your palms of your nervous sweat.  You signed the release forms with a few quick strokes of your pen before handing the papers back to the nurse who happily took them from you.

“Alright, you’re all set!  The doctor will be in shortly to take you back,” she explained before cordially nodding towards you and exiting the room.

Your foot was bouncing off the mattress.  “Ahh… Ika… I’m so nervous.”

Ikkaku stood from her chair, crossing the room to be at your side.  She rubbed her hand over your shoulder, her expression sympathetic yet encouraging.  “You’re gonna do great, you’ll be in and out!  10 minutes, just like you said!”

“But what if my eggs aren’t mature?  I’ll hear if they are before we leave…”  You could feel your heart rate increase at the prospect of all your hard work in the past few weeks being for nothing.

“Hey, look at me,” Ikkaku demanded, her voice soft.  She took your cheeks in her hands, turning your head to face her.  “No negative thinking.  Your eggs are probably more mature than an elderly person!”

You snorted, making her pull her hands away quickly and wipe them on her shirt.  “That’s the comparison you make?”

“Geriatric eggs,” she confirmed, smirking at you.  “But seriously, you’re going to be fine.  I have a good feeling.  And after you’re back here and the anesthesia is wearing off and we find out that your eggs are nice and mature, we’ll go and celebrate with some ice cream.”

Your mouth began watering at the prospect.  “That does sound pretty good…”

“Exactly!  So keep your chin up!”  Ikkaku excitedly pumped her fists in the air, a sight that made your lips crack into a smile as you absorbed the excited, optimistic energy from your best friend.

“Knock, knock, Mrs. Trafalgar, are you ready?”  The doctor overseeing your egg extraction peeked his head in.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, holding the back of your gown closed with one of your hands.  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good luck!”  Ikkaku called as you followed the doctor into the small outpatient operating room.  

You were starting to really dislike the feeling of paper and polyester clinic gowns, they way they were completely shapeless and stiff on your skin made you feel particularly vulnerable.  You would much rather be naked to the open air than don a hospital gown, but you also quite liked not being locked up in jail.  You bit down your discomfort and entered the small outpatient procedure room where you were instructed to lay back on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.  You stared emotionless at the tiled ceiling, the bright white LED lights making your pupils constrict.  You simply nodded through the nurses’ instructions and comments, quietly letting them insert an IV needle into your arm for fluids.

“We’re going to be using a local anesthetic that will be injected near the top of your vagina, and an ultrasound will be running to assist with locating your ovarian follicles,” the doctor explained, displaying the capped needle in his hand.  “This procedure will only be around 10 to 15 minutes, but throughout the duration we will be injecting additional small doses of a low-level narcotic pain reliever so make sure you don’t experience any discomfort.  Does that sound good?”

You gave a curt nod.  “Yes it does.”

“Perfect.  Please inform us if you feel any large amounts of pain, or any discomfort outside of your pelvic region.”  The doctor turned his back on you, and your eyes resumed staring at the ceiling, your hands over your chest resting directly above your heart.

You felt a small pinch near your core that made you wince, but you kept your body still and tried to focus on your breathing.  It didn’t take long for sensation in your hips and pelvis to dull, a strange, numb tingling sensation replacing any contact from the hospital gown pushed up around your waist.  It certainly felt… strange.  An additional small pinch was felt in the junction of your inner thigh, and a technician spread a generous amount of the familiar, cold ultrasound gel over your lower abdomen before placing the wand firmly against your belly and locating your ovaries through your layers of skin and muscle.

“We’re inserting the speculum now,” the doctor explained, making sure to keep you in the know of what exactly they were doing to you.

You kept quiet.  A tugging sensation was felt in your lower body as the cold, metal speculum spread you open, but the anesthesia and pain relievers made it much more tolerable than any pap smear you had ever received.  You kept your hands placed over your chest, linking your fingers together as if to secure yourself to the table.

“You might feel a sharper pain, we’re inserting the suction cannula and needle into your vagina.”

“Alright,” you replied, feeling too awkward to stay silent.

Sure enough, a much sharper yet still manageable cramping pain was felt as the suction tube and needle were inserted.  You cringed as you felt them press sharply against the wall of your vagina, a sudden, stinging sensation radiating through your body as the needle punctured your inner walls and located your ovarian follicles with the help of the ultrasound machine.  You sucked in a sharp breath, alerting one of the nurses.

“Doing alright, hun?” she asked, approaching your side.  She was a much older woman, clearly a seasoned nurse, with a few small decorative enamel pins around the collar of her cotton uniform scrubs.  She had a soft, motherly face as she gazed at you, her eyes assessing your condition.

“Y-Yeah… just a bit painful,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“We’ll give you another small dose of pain medication,” she confirmed, tossing you a sweet smile that melted any insecurity in your heart.  “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but smile back.  Something about her seemed to fill the room with a sense of comfort despite having only known her for a mere few seconds.  You barely felt the second injection of painkillers in your other thigh, your body slowly growing numb to the sensation of the cannula pressing harshly against your vaginal walls.  The nurse came around the table again and rubbed your shoulder reassuringly.

“Still hanging in there, dear?”

“Yes, I am,” you nodded, speaking in a tired tone.  “Thank you.”

Her response to your gratuity was another pat on your shoulder.  You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing to distract from the dull cramping that radiated throughout your lower body.  It felt eerily similar to your miscarriages, with the only comfort in the thought being that you were in a supervised medical environment.  Your thoughts shifted to your husband across the world from you.  It was an understatement to say that you couldn’t wait for him to get home.  You two had barely been without each other since you started dating, and while some have said that your shared lifestyle is only a recipe for relationship burnout, the two of you would adamantly disagree with that sentiment.  Law was a rock, a stable sanctuary for your deepest and darkest fears, whereas you were a shining light in his life, bringing him hope when his days seemed to be at their bleakest.  What some would call extreme codependency, you would simply call a healthy and mutually respectful relationship with your beloved husband.

God, you missed him.

“And we’re all done!” the doctor announced, ripping you from your thoughts.

“Already?” you asked, picking your head up as the nurse helped your partially numb feet down from your stirrups.

“Yup!  We’re sending your samples to the lab to count how many eggs we were able to harvest, so while you wait for a bit in recovery we’ll get to counting,” he explained, taking off his gloves and washing his hands in the sink placed across the room.

The friendly nurse from earlier gave you a gentle pat on your shoulder once more.  “You did so well, dear!”  She assisted with helping you stand from the table.  A pair of disposable panties were handed to you, lined with a thick pad.  “You’re probably going to have some light spotting for a few days, you can take these off and replace them with your normal underwear and pads when you get home.  Don’t use tampons for about two weeks while your vagina recovers, alright?”

You graciously accepted her help with stepping into the uncomfortable clothing.  “Understood.”

You were more than wobbly on your feet, the localized anesthesia making you somewhat dizzy, so you were helped into a foldable wheelchair to push you back to the small outpatient recovery room where Ikkaku was still waiting for you.  She stood enthusiastically from her seat when you and the nurse approached, a look of sheer anticipation in her eyes.

“How did it go?” she asked, helping you stand to lay down on the small, stiff mattress.

“I think it went pretty well,” you replied, finally getting to rest your head on a pillow with a content sigh.

The nurse turned toward your friend.  “I take it, you're her ride?”

“Yes, ma’am!” the curly-haired brunette nodded.  “Is there anything I should be aware of for home?”

“Make sure she’s drinking plenty of water and getting as much rest as she can.  It might take a few hours for the feeling to come back in her legs.”  She turned to you.  “You’ll probably experience a few days of cramping, ibuprofen is more than enough to get you through it!  If you experience any significant complications or issues, though, please call us back right away.”

You gave her a polite smile.  “Thank you for everything.”

“Of course, sweetheart, it's my pleasure.  The doctor will come back when your eggs are counted, and you should be good to leave then, but he’ll give you the discharge paperwork himself when he feels you’re ready.”  With a friendly nod, she exited the room and closed the door slightly behind her, leaving it cracked open enough to give you and Ikkaku privacy until the doctor came back.

“So…” she asked.  “Did it hurt?”

You laughed at her willingness to know the details.  “A little, they stuck this suction tube up inside of me and a needle was pushed through that tube into my vaginal wall.”

Ikkaku held her hand out, a grimace on her face making her eyebrows crease in discomfort.  “Alright, that’s enough talking from you.”

You shared a giggle at her weary expression.  Once your conversation had simmered, you asked her for your phone so you could send a text to Law and let him know that you were in the recovery room waiting for your eggs to be counted.  You tapped the send button and put your phone to sleep mode, knowing that he most likely wouldn’t respond to you for another few hours while he was sleeping.  But the thought of him waking up to a positive text from you made your heart flutter.  You knew he probably needed it, his voice sounded so tired when you called him back earlier that morning.  An entire week of medical conferences and meetings with high-ranking colleagues from across the world would be enough to send anyone into an exhaustion coma, and the first thing you wanted to do when he arrived home was run him a nice bath, maybe light a nice candle, and cuddle him until he suffocated.  With love, of course.

Almost 30 minutes of you and Ikkaku sitting in silence on your phones passed by before the doctor came back into your room with your discharge papers and a smile on his face.  “Mrs. Trafalgar, we successfully extracted 12 eggs.  7 of them are mature enough for fertilization, which will begin as soon as we get your samples to the lab.”

Ikkaku beamed at you.  “That’s amazing!”

You stood from your bed, your legs still fairly wobbly from the anesthesia, and signed the discharge papers that the doctor held.  You gave him a fond smile.  “Thank you so much.”

“Never a problem, I wish you all the best.  Remember to call your usual clinic or us if you have any issues in recovery.  Have an amazing day, ladies!”  He held the clipboard with your papers firmly under his arm before nodding his head and leaving, keeping the door held open so you could leave whenever.

You took one step forward and almost immediately stumbled to the ground, Ikkaku scrambling for your arms to hold you upright.  She looked panicked.

“Are you alright?” she asked, helping you lean against the end of the table.

You laughed under your breath.  “I think my legs are still weak from the numbing stuff they gave me… might need to bring me to your car in a wheelchair.”

She gave you a mock salute and ran to a nurse’s station, returning with a small foldable wheelchair similar to the one you were put in immediately after your procedure.  She wheeled you out to her car to take you home, cracking ‘grandma’ jokes along the way as if you were a nursing home patient being wheeled to the park.

For the first time in what felt like a millennia, your chest felt light.

A dozen eggs in a basket… or in your case, a petri dish.

[little-guy-polls]

Propaganda:

Jedidiah:

N/A

Tony Tony:

Little humanoid reindeer. He's a doctor in a pirate crew and he's my baby.

He’s the literal definition of a little guy. He has his own song. He’s delightful. I love him.

[ultimadmt]

i dunno if tumblr will fw this but i figure i could shoot my shot

i absolutely adore tony tony chopper and i love his character sm

BUT im so tired of how babied chopper gets in one piece (and by fandom)!!! i loved it pre-TS but the guy is a fully grown ass man now 😭 i think people forget that all the time

so i made some timeskip designs!! some older choppers for your perusal

(side note. i made him fat. he used to be chunky and they fucking mascotified my boy. so i returned him to his intended form)

hes always been a dork like luffy and usopp and i think that would translate as he gets older, he gets very matured but in an experience sense, his inner child is always there and he totally is still very nerdy and gullible (and extraordinarily clumsy), but now very loser dadcore, in a charming way i think

(he would crack very lame dad jokes and belly laugh [think like jimbe LOL] and he would be very caring / kind and doting like robin is to him)

also i totally didnt sneak zoros earrings onto him. no i didnt. i also totally didnt make him a smoker you dont see that

[luvrsux]

a/n: take this until i’m done writing requests and other fics luvs ♡

ONE PIECE HEADCANONS #2

Overwatch Mains!

❝ giving each strawhat + more an overwatch hero they'd play. comment on suggestions i should do! :3 ❞

MONKEY D. LUFFY - Tracer

╰┈➤ I feel like Luffy is so simple enough to play the icon of Overwatch. Luffy was so baffled to see that she was able to teleport and immediately fell in love with the kit. Considering Tracer is also a flanking character, he'd be in the middle of the enemy team causing havoc. Will NOT touch support

Luffy: WOAH SHE CAN TELEPORT???? THATS SO COOL

Other Choices: Reinhardt as Tank, Junkrat as second Damage

RORONOA ZORO - Genji

╰┈➤ This is such an obvious choice, there's no need to explain. He rocks the Sentai skin on Genji or just his regular no-skin outfit just for the green. He's the only hero he has with gold weapons and the highest ranked. He insta-locks this man whenever he's playing.

Sanji: Do you play anyone else Mosshead???

Zoro: Just shut up and heal me if you want to win, cook

Other Choices: Doomfist as Tank

VINSMOKE SANJI - Cole Cassidy

╰┈➤ I feel like Sanji connects with Cassidy's charm and smoking habits so he plays him often. He knows Cassidy is the lover boy of the Overwatch community and everyone obsesses over him so he took that as an opportunity to main him. Sanji's second-best class is support but only really pays attention to Nami's health. Won't heal anyone else (especially Zoro) unless they're shouting at him.

Zoro: SWIRLY BROWS, CAN YOU HEAL ME? IM AT 20 IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT

Sanji: WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED JUMPING SO MUCH ID HEAL YOU. LET ME HEAL MY SWEET NAMI FIRST

Zoro: I DIED ANYWAYS I HOPE THEY KILL YOU

Other Choices: Mercy and Ana as Support

GOD USOPP - Widowmaker

╰┈➤ This choice is so obvious. Widow is a sniping character, and so is Usopp. He is a menace to Widow and doesn't even know it. He likes how Widow isn't meant to be on the actual battlefield but more on the sidelines picking off the enemy teams. He screams like a bitch when someone flanks behind him though.

Usopp: Okay, I killed their supports we should be good- *A Tracer comes up from behind* LUFFYYYYYYYY THERES SOMEONE ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Luffy: Oh sorry Im in spawn :p

Other Choices: Lucio as Support, Hanzo as second Damage

NAMI - Kiriko

╰┈➤ Nami definitely loves Kiriko for her more angsty personality that no one likes. She'd rather help in the backlines than deal with fighting up front, but she puts the kunais to WORK. Sanji is always on her tail and targets anyone who tries to or manages to kill her.

Nami: Dang it, I died. Try to hold out a little longer guys-

Sanji: WHO DID IT NAMI????? ILL KILL THEM FOR YOU MY SWEET

Other Choices: Brigette as second Support, Ashe as Damage, D.va as Tank

TONY TONY CHOPPER - Mercy

╰┈➤ Chopper will mainly play any support but Mercy is his top choice. He tries to revive anyone he can even in the tightest of situations. He is the best healer you can get, but he can also be a great tank. But our lil baby gets stressed...

Chopper: IM COMING LUFFY DONT WORRY

Zoro: Chopper, can you damage boost me?

Chopper: YEAH IN A SEC-

Sanji: Chopper revive! That Zenyatta is so low!

Chopper: IM TRYINGGGGGGGG

Other Choices: Orisa and Wrecking Ball as Tank

NICO ROBIN - Moira

╰┈➤ There is no possible way Nico doesn't play Moira. I feel like she's more DPS Moira than anything but still upholds good support for her team.

Other Choices: Sombra as Damage, Lifeweaver as Support

FRANKY - Reinhardt

╰┈➤ Franky is 100% the crew's Tank main. He knows every tank playstyle from top to the very bottom but his favorite is of course the loudest one there. Franky is the most reliable tank you can get. He insta-locks Rein and adores him to the very end.

Sanji: I think you should switch, Franky they have a few counters-

Franky: Ill still kick their asses, I dont care Im playing Reinhardt

Other Choices: Bastion as Damage

SOUL KING BROOK - Junkrat

╰┈➤ Brook finds ruining people's day by playing the most annoying character on the roster the funniest thing ever. He laughs when Junkrat laughs manically. It's such a fitting choice for his personality

Other Choices: Reaper as second Damage

PORTGAS D. ACE - Solider: 76

╰┈➤ He is such a straightforward person enough to play Solider but be dope good at it. Ace would be the type of person to get ahead of themselves and over-extend though.

Sabo: ACE ACE YOURE OVER EXTENDING I CANT HEAL YOU-

Ace: Huh? *dies* Oh my bad

Sabo: Ill get off right now.

Luffy: BAHSKAKAHAIAHA WHY HE DIE LIKE THATAHSAA-

Other Choices: Torbjorn for second Damage

SABO - Baptiste

╰┈➤ Sabo is definitely a good damage support hero. He loves Bap for his sweet personality yet dark backstory similar to his own. He can't stand playing with 2 reckless damages every time though (Luffy and Ace)

Luffy: Saboooooo why didn't you heal meeeeeee :(

Sabo: YOURE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP IM SORRY???

Other Choices: Zenyatta as second Support, Echo as Damage

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW - Ramattra

╰┈➤ I see Law playing the most complex Tank in the game but Law can play almost anyone on the roster if he feels like it. He barely gives out any callouts unless he is raging like crazy

Luffy: Imma go in and kill everyone

Law: ...

Zoro: I need help over here not gonna lie

Law: ...

Sanji: I think Im gonna switch-

Law: CAN THIS SYMMETRA STOP PLACING TURRETS ON OUR SPAWN OH MY FUCKING-

Other Choices: Reaper as Damage, Mercy as Support

EUSTASS KIDD - Roadhog

╰┈➤ Kidd is definitely a one-trick and only for the most annoying tank in the game. Killer is definitely his pocket healer and will yell at anyone who comes after his skills in the slightest

Law: Kid please pick another tank, you're doing terrible

Kid: WHAT??? FUCK YOU SAY

Luffy: YOU SUCK

Kid: I COULD BEAT BOTH OF YOU IN A 1V1 RIGHT NOW-

thats all! i hoped you enjoyed the little dialogues hehe

[whoishotteranimepolls]

am I the only one who is in love with Toni Toni chopper? Thirsty for his BIG BIG TRANSFORMATION! BEAST!! adorable! Snuggle baby one minute big boy next minute!!!

He hasn't been requested but that might be because the age requirement was 18 until this new round request when I bumped it down to 16 so he just barely makes the age requirement post time skip

But Chopper is my favorite straw hat so if you want to come up with some matchups the requests are open till Tuesday morning if you want to send in some request with him

[invictarre-archive]

I'm going to be focusing on my other fandoms for a while, I think, especially since work's starting back up on tuesday and I'm still a little brainfogged

but !!!!! this is not goodbye, I will be back on leon, N, turo, and co. before you know it, I just want to focus on characters I've been neglecting as of late. plus, forcing myself to write here while my interest is elsewhere isn't really going to produce writing I'm proud of

so, non pkmn blogroll:

tony tony chopper / one piece / @remedicine. focus muse, my boy, my baby son, my favouritest little man <3333

kevin / welcome to night vale / @evenfriendlier. love that guy, I say, even as I haven't touched his blog in like eighteen months

frank frankly / welcome home / url tba. dw about it :)

toshinori yagi / my hero academia / @unitedsmash. I'm v behind on mha, v lost rn, need to catch up before I do anything with him. lowest focus

[theepisceswriter]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Omggg you’re literally saur sweet, I love this question and you 🫶🏾💜 I haven’t answered a question like this yet so lemme do it for you bookie, in no particular order btw bc I hate doing that 😭:

1. Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman: MY HOMEGIRLLL REAL BAD LIKE IF THEY MADE ME A CHARACTER I’D BE HER ! My @ on Twitter is even Princeskiaralynn (my real name is Kiara lmao) because of her. As someone who can be a high functioning depressed person at times, she gets it so bad.

2. Nanami from JJK: MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN. Besides being fine as hell, I too hate corporate work and would love to escape to Malaysia to eat bread (I just sighed and teared up). I love how he’s a realistic portrayal of how most of us would be if we were in the jjk world; OVER IT!

3. Reiner Braun from AOT: He was my man before I knew he was emo and had mommy issues, but after that he was really my man. I like how complicated he is as a character and how complex his emotions are. What I don’t appreciate tho is how someone bring up that bootyhole picture as soon as I mention him.

4. Alice Cullen from Twilight: I love weird bitches with pixie cuts like its a requirement that I HAVE to like a fellow weird girl. She just weird and vibing with a man just as weird as her, she won in life fr.

5. Lumpy Space Princess from Adventure Time: OH MY GLOB, how could you not love lsp,ugh!? No, but really her ass is actually annoying as hell, but she purple and I love purple and I call my brother lumpy because of her ANDD I have a beanie of her. She my surface level homegirl.

6. Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket: UGGGGGHHH EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW LOWKEY MY BABY FR BUT TOHRU TAKE THE CAKE ! Like my homegirl was living in a tent both parents gone fending for herself and you expect me not to always root for her? I gotta stop typing now before I turn this post into why FB is peak anime.

7. Oj from Nope: I dont like to talk, he dont like to talk, he weird, im weird, and I also have an obsession with extraterrestrial beings and horses. We might just be the same person!

8. Chopper from One Piece: I actually have never watched One Piece (but the weapons away ! ✋🏾😅) but I’ve beeb told by Orange anon and others that I’m just like him and he seems real cute so I vibe with it.

9. Tony Sorprano from The Sorpranos: I actually hate him as a person and he would hate me x10 too BUT, the way his character is written and broken down throughout the show is AMAZING. You’re sitting there sympathizing with a mob boss like “Damn, he just like me fr” bc he be having panic attacks and silly goofy moods like us.

10. Riley from The Boondocks: REAL RECOGNIZE REAL !!! He was the definition of young n turnt and exactly how I act when I get two shots of tequila in me.

[vicky82gargoylesfan]

My Thoughts on Issue 4: Tale Old as Time

I admit, I didn’t do issue 3 as I was busy and the problems with digital copy on Amazon made me look at spoilers before I got my physical copies and they came quite late too. 

I got issue 4 a lot quicker, it was actually dispatched on Tuesday, so they arrived on Friday. The Amazon digital copy issue seems to be sorted out as well (but it was still late). So hopefully I will get Issue 5 with no problems, cross fingers

Spoilers

Here some small thoughts on Issue 3. It was still a good story, liked that Broadway was narrating and quickly figured Thailog kidnapped Maggie and Mary. Great to see Xanatos again along with Alex (who’d gotten big) and Fox (her powers are evolving more). Talon and Maggie’s baby is cute, love that he’s named after both of their Fathers. I always figured he would be human and would have lightning powers.

My favourite cover for issue 3 is, Cover D Variant Lesley Leirix Li. I just love this one.

On to Issue 4

The Art/Colouring is amazing, I love it.

.Goliath narrating, which fits perfectly for this issue, due to the ending

We meet Dino Dracon and he’s brutal. He just slammed Pal Joey’s head on the dashboard and kicked him out of the car, due to Pal Joey splashing water on his shoes. Antoinette didn’t even correct Dino when he called her Toni, so she’s definitely scared of him. 

I wonder who’s watching TV, Renard perhaps.

In issue 3 we were introduced to some new characters of the other crime families and got there last names in this issue and 2 of those last names were familiar (more on that later) So, Huracan Sanchez, YingPei Choi, Grisha Volkov and Izakk Slaughter.

The Police station has been rebuilt and re opened, so I guess could be 7 or 8  months after it was destroyed. So it could be June/July. 

I wonder what Margot Yale showed Matt on the clipboard, he certainly didn’t look happy about it. 

The Gargoyles wake up and Goliath was about to talk to the others but they went did there own things. Brooklyn and Katana giving Gnash a history lesson, but he thinks he doesn’t need it.

I wonder what Angela and Broadway wants to talk to Coldfire about and why it’s so exciting, Mating ceremony perhaps, I’m excited now.

Poor Lex, he needs a hug, glad Goliath and Hudson noticed that the Trio are drifting apart and Lex being left out. He’s now spending time in the computer lab, I wonder if he’s online chatting to Amp.

Rosario Sanchez and Peter Choi finally appear, I recognised those last names from the episode High Noon, they saved a child from drowning. So they are secret lovers (referencing Romeo and Juliet) and there families are part of the 5 crime families, Yingpei Choi and Huracan Sanchez. 

I assume the masked men in Gargoyle masks are Dino Dracon, Glasses and Pal Joey who are kidnapping Rose and Peter.

I wonder this is what Margot was showing Matt on the clipboard, that they got new choppers. I wonder what the budget was in the end because in Invitation Only, Matt said in his meeting that the Chief and the Mayor were still duking it out over their budget for the Taskforce. So it must be a very good budget to get those choppers. But maybe they could be a donation from someone.

So Goliath has been captured and he’s going to be in prison for longer than 3 issues, due to the description for issue 7.

Can’t wait for issue 5. I wonder Hudson or Brooklyn will be narrating.