#abysmal black

[medicus-mortem]

@abysmal-black asked: For the birthday boy: This is probably a colossal waste of time; Law's had the run of Germa's liquor stores with very little recourse for months now. Fingers grip the bottle of Himbeergeist, top dipped in black wax with his royal cypher pressed into the shiny cap. The surgeon has to think he's some kind of sap by now ... But it's also just a bottle of booze. If Law looks any deeper than that who's really embarrassing themselves. Before he can talk himself out of it he sends the gift away with a maid. Instructs the young woman to leave it on the surgeon's bed side table with a note: So you don't have to wander too far. Birthday Boy!

   The Surgeon of Death paces in his quarters, mind working on a problem, as it always is. Books and files are splayed out upon his desk. Then are things he's supposed to have access to. The information given to him by Judge so he can work on what the Germa king has ordered him to. A problem that would be much easier to solve if these people weren't so secretive.

   He pauses, scratching at his hair and frowning. A knock interrupts him, his gaze turning to the door. He doesn't move towards it, instead sighing in irritation. He's about to shout at whoever is beyond that door to fuck off but then it opens, the entering maid assuming he isn't in. She jumps when she sees him and holds out a bottle, bowing her head.

   Still frowning he stalks over, taking the bottle and turning it about. Interesting. This is a type of liquor that was once made in Flevance, although the branding and date suggest it isn't from his home country. It appears someone has been paying attention to his studies. That's disconcerting. The maid, still appearing afraid, hands him a note. He takes it, reading it over and sighing. Ah, Stealth Black. Law will have to ask some pointed questions about invisibility and spying.

   "Thanks," Law says to the maid, surprising her some. "Could you tell Stealth-ya that if he wants to give me a gift he should do it in person. This whole sendin' maids is such rich asshole bullshit. He's got his own legs. Why not fuckin' use them?" A pause and a wicked grin. "And yes, say it exactly like that."

[medicus-mortem]

   Trafalgar Law stalks away from where they landed, away from the swarming scientists and the watching guards. A pair try to follow him, their identical faces a bit disconcerting. Guess that means the cloning thing going on with Germa is true. Definitely something Law wants to know more about and with this chance he has to get in good with their king Law will have all the openings he needs to steal some premium medical tech, but right now he’s not in the mindset for negotiations.

   All he can think about is Bepo and Shachi. His crew mates currently in the hands of an organisation that seems to delight in suffering. Sure, Law is the hostage here. He’s even come here without Kikoku in hand, her sinister whispers no longer in the back of his mind, no longer providing the comfort that he’s never alone. Instead, he is alone. Alone and surrounded by enemies, by people who want nothing more than to manipulate and control him. Not something new to him but still not ideal. He’ll have to find some kind of ally, even if it means he has manipulate them himself. And so, he moves away from the crowd to clear his mind, to put his concerns for his friends aside and to take stock of where he is.

   The two soldiers trying to keep an eye on him get a middle finger flipped in their direction. Neither say anything, just continue to watch. Law moves over to a railing, one that faces the ocean and not the war tearing a country apart. He takes a deep breath, trying to absorb the calm and peace the sea can give him, but in amongst the salty brine scent in the air is the smell of smoke and fire. War on the edge of his awareness, like it always is. An irritated groan and the doctor pulls out a metal cigarette case. He flips it open and tugs free a joint, the marijuana cigarette getting placed between his lips.

   Law puts the case away and pulls out his lighter, the small thing adorned with his mark. He leans on the railing, raising the lighter to the end of his joint and clicks. No flame, just another click. An angry growl and he tries again, getting the same result. He turns about, leaning the small of his back against the metal and glaring at the soldiers still watching him.

   “Either of you got a light? No? Then fuck off,” the Surgeon of Death hisses. How tempting in his to Room the two fuckers into pieces but he’s gotta maintain some manners, even if dismembering someone relaxes him like nothing else.

Yes, but that wouldn't have been as fun. Sanji's amusement doubling when Law shoves himself away. Ichiji was liable to break those fingers, a faint childhood memory of being on the receiving end doesn't dampen his mood. Law's snapping that Judge can wait however is more interesting. Did he care about them that much or was he nervous to do business behind enemy lines? 

Buzzing around him like a lost moth, the scientist gives Sanji a thorough once over. “And you didn't come in contact with his ability?”

“No.” Curious eyes never leave the tall silhouette of the surgeon who stalks away, willingly unarmed; he still makes powerful threats that leave the prince wondering if they have the seastone to subdue him if worst comes to worst. “His fruit—” gloved fingers peel down his mask before pushing tinted glasses back to sit on his head. “Do we have any records of previous users and their limitations?”

Gloved fingers pause their inspection. “The ope ope no mi is a highly sought after fruit, users still require medical training. The little we've managed to dig up doesn't detail its use in combat.”

Unsatisfying and uninformative, the prince frowns before speaking again. “He ripped Reiju's poison out of a resident. Teleported multiple times and that bubble he creates— when he does it again I want it recorded.” Law is yet to do any parlor tricks outside of the space and assuming he couldn't is a mistake. However given Germa's interest in him another showing is unlikely, his friends no doubt being treated like untempered glass.

“They've reached the dock and are beginning to board.” Reiju's voice in his ear has attention clicking away from Law to the clouds above. 

“Thanks, our guest is being a little moody.” He can hear his sister sigh and parrot’s the sound back.

[doug-meat]

some hatchetfield text posts bc why not

[zerogravityinq]

I swear i am not picking on Dick BUT I don't see him as being good at Just Dance. Not because he's a bad dancer but the wii and Kinect versions, they are about accurate movement and you can't tell me he doesn't add a little flair to his movements thus he winds up with a lower score than his siblings.

In that same respect, Cass always fails the level in her first go through because even with the little sight read figures on the screen, she can't predict their moves accurately on the first try. Also, as a dancer a lot of the dances don't make sense [until they switch her to expert and she does well because those are actual dances].

Bruce is very much the king of Just Dance because he not only sight reads very well but also he's Mr. No Wasted Movements. Its like he made the dances for the game he's so accurate. He gets accused of cheating by watching YouTube videos of the dances before playing but he doesn't. He's just that good.

[rosesocietyy]

It'll never stop being funny how people can see something in fiction and recognize it's wrong but for some reason, can't seem to translate that to real life and see how those same things are reflected in their behavior.

y'all watch episode 2, you see Louis face horrific macro aggressions while trying to conduct simple business, you watch him rightfully get angry, you cheer when he kills the man for what is agreed to be a blatant display of racism. you watch him then explain to lestat what the man did and why he reacted the way he did.

and you clutch your pearls when lestat is dismissive, disregarding louis' struggles and calling him confusing, that he's too dramatic and he needs to get over the racism he faces everyday because they just can't keep having this argument about their differences lestat is tired of it! you question how he can be so flippant to a very serious issue that he previously claimed to care about.

But then you come on this tag, you see black people, frustrated and exhausted, calling out the racism they face, explain how harrowing it is, how isolating and sinister it is, and you roll your eyes, dismiss it and call it "fandom drama", we're overreacting and we should drop it already because we can't keep having this "discourse" over and over again, the carousel comes round again and you're tired of it!

I simply have to laugh

[oozeandgoo-art]

This is (vertically) pretty long; the rest is under the cut to save your dash.

Haven is a lot of things. An effective communicator isn't one.

This is very much intended to be Taran retelling the story of the time this happened to someone else, given the eight-thousand anachronisms and the level of comfort Taran has in talking to Haven. It's so specifically anachronistic in such a specific "I'm telling you a story and I don't want you to get bogged down in the inconvenient details" way that it got me to write 6000 words (and counting) of a stupid wip so I could justify this existing.

Bonus notes: Haven is specifically pretending to be asleep because he doesn't want to talk about the mess in the kitchen. Taran isn't remotely annoyed about that but he would like for next time Haven to come downstairs and say hi instead of putting on a shirt and then pretending to be asleep again.

[delusinaldreamer19]

I just realized that Of All the Unexpected is just a fucked up version of Mr Peabody and Sherman.

You do not understand how funny this is to me.

AHHHAHHHHAHAHH I CAN’T

[asphyxiating-endless-darkness]

Abysmal Lord

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

MRS. PIGGY HAS AN UGLY SWEATER! I REPEAT: MRS. PIGGY HAS AN UGLY SWEATER!

it's baggy in the wrong places and overall Not Very Good! but that's to be expected seeing as i've never crocheted a sweater before, let alone one for a stuffed animal (and i had to kinda bullshit the pattern, seeing as it was made for a more proportional/bigger aminal). i'm proud of it. she looks nice and cozy for the coming winter months

[too-many-rooks]

Andrew Buchan as Col McHugh in ‘Better’ (2024).

[medicus-mortem]

@abysmal-black asked: ❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜ Subtle Smut Sentences

   “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” Law snarls, rocking back in his chair. He swings his legs up onto the table, crossing them and reclining comfortably. His arm is draped over the back of the seat while his other hand holds a whiskey on the rocks, the ice clinking in the glass.

   On one of his nightly strolls the doctor found this little bar and lounge among the too many rooms of this Germa palace. Law then, of course, saw fit to help himself to the drinks. He’d found a whiskey with an excellent vintage and even a vodka from the north that he vaguely remembers his father drinking in celebration. After double checking the bottle didn’t have traces of Amber Lead in it, Law decided he’s going to take that back to his room for later. The original intention was to pilfer some top-quality booze and then fuck off, but Stealth Black caught him red headed, so to speak. Thus, with a smirk and a gesture to one of the booths Law chose now as a good time to try his charms on the not-so-emotionally-devoid brother.

   Surprisingly Sanji agreed to stay. It was going well until his prudish, indoctrinated ass grew cold feet. Law rolls his eyes, gaze quickly dropping back to his drink. He raises it to his lips and takes a swig. Between these emotionless siblings that barely react to his needling and Judge’s helicopter boss tactics Law is starting to get bored here in the Germa kingdom. Which sucks, since he still has some secrets to steal.

   “The big bad Germa prince is afraid of emotions,” Law mocks, a sneer on his lips. “Well, lucky for you pleasure doesn’t need to be emotional.”

[s-e-c-t-i-o-n-8]

[benevolentcannibal]

what if sanji were perfect au

[atlanticbones]

"Four tickets to Barbie (2023) please."

[hussyknee]

If you're writing an interracial relationship with a white half, queer or no, the white half, boy or not, has to be the one wining and dining and worshipping and proposing to and generally being in disbelief at the privilege of being chosen by the Black or brown half. Otherwise it's just tokenism for white people, not representation. We do not want to see ourselves worshipping some woobie bland white toast ass and need serious incentive for being put through your Get Out crap.

[psgyu]

so glad we're gonna have lower grocery prices! just ignore the fact that my bodily rights r being taken away 😂😂😂😂