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Deicide: Red Shift (113890 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 24/24

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

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"I want you to meet my brother!" Luffy proudly proclaimed, waving his hand at Sabo.

Sabo, whom Law had very much met, however briefly, in Dressrosa.

".....Hey Sabo," Law stared at the rather distinctive face. He knew—like…he didn't know the guy that well. Dressrosa, that whole mess at the Pirate Festival, a handful of interactions really. But uh, he was hardly a stranger. "How's things been since…fuck, that whole mess with Bullet, was it?"

Sabo grinned awkwardly. "Well. They've been better admittedly. But it's nice to see you? Uh. My brother's playing a kind of prank on you I think."

Luffy, who had not let go of Law's arm, was giggling and snickering in that almost donkey-ish way of his. Like he was privy to some kind of private joke.

Law looked over at him for a long moment, his eyes lidded as he glanced back at Sabo.

Luffy's dumbass snickering was—well, okay it was fucking cute. As cute as it was uninsightful as shit.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, man. I don't get the punchline."

"That's not just my brother Sabo, Traffy! It's my brother Ace, too!" Luffy grinned widely, continuing to giggle.

Sabo rubbed the back of his neck, and gave Law an apologetic smile.

"...." Law looked between them again, rubbing the back of his neck. "....Yeah uh, I'm not seeing it Luffy I��"

He suddenly paused, and the memory of Monet and Sugar hit him like a brick. Two spirits sharing space after a traumatic death of one of their bodies.

He held his hand up without waiting and twisted his fingers to activate his room enough to get a sense.

"....hold still."

Luffy was still giggling like a maniac, but Sabo held still for him, that same apologetic little smile written on his face. Law's room unfolded and gave him access to understanding of the world beyond mere sight.

Two 'hearts', just like Monet and Sugar.

"Well I'll be damned. ...it happened twice. Just like Monet and Sugar." He lowered his room to run his hand through his hair with a tight grin. "...it's a pleasure to meet you too, Ace. Though, I guess it's possible we ran into one another before—depending on how long you've been like this."

'Ace' smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, we've run into one another before. I just never had time to explain what was going on to Luffy, so…"

Luffy stuck his tongue out at him. "I punched him for keeping it from me!"

"He sure did," Ace huffed. "And I almost deserved it. But what did you mean, it happened twice?"

"Sounds like you almost deserved it, yeah." Law snickered. "Almost. Luffy loves punching people, it's practically a hobby at this point."

He bumped his shoulder against Luffy before he gestured back towards the Donquixotes— making sure to point to Sugar, who was currently in a heated back and forth with Baby 5 over something ridiculous.

"This is the second time I've seen a dead person sharing a body with someone close to 'em. An adoptive 'sibling' of sorts. Sugar over there—her adoptive sister Monet died 'cause of something I fucked up back on Punk Hazard. Only she didn't pass. She's still in there with her."

Ace laughed, and his manner changed– Back to Sabo. "Somehow, knowing it happened to someone else makes it even weirder than if it was just us! Do you know what causes it?"

Law shook his head, his arm looping around Luffy again as he shrugged his shoulders. "Not a clue—sorry. I mean…if I can be corny, I'm gonna say maybe the strength of a bond that was formed outside of blood ties? You know. A deep and meaningful connection."

"Well, I can't say I hate the sound of that at all," Sabo chuckled.

"Hey!" Luffy crossed his arms, suddenly petulant. "Does that mean you guys were closer than me and Ace?"

Sabo put his hand on Luffy's shoulder. "No way, Luffy. I think if anything your personality and heart are just too big to fit a second one in your body."

Law laughed , bumping him again with his shoulder as he smiled sharply at him. "Another voice in there woulda been squished against your fucking ribcage, Straw Hat."

Luffy's nose wrinkled up as he seemed to genuinely consider it, before he bumped Law back. "Yeah, you're probably right! I don't really want any other voices in my head anyway. But I'm glad Ace is here."

Sabo gave a thumbs up. "We're glad too, you know? It's not ideal, but, we've had time to get used to it. How about your friends Monet and Sugar? Are they doing alright?"

"It was weird for 'em at first. They seemed like they were going mad or somethin'. But…now that they've settled they're doing real well. It's easy to tell which is which."

Law paused a moment, as the memory of his talk with Doflamingo flashed through his mind. "Actually…Doffy…Doflamingo. He's planning on trying to find a way to get Monet a separate body again. I can pull one of 'em out…but we need an organic housing. A clone or something, maybe."

Luffy's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Ehhh? You can do that?"

"I mean–yeah, you saw my body swap trick right? It's just that—only we need a second body. If we find one Monet likes, or find a way to make a new one…we just have t—"

Before Law could finish answering, a sharp voice broke the conversation.

"Hey Straw Hat!" Crocodile yelled from across the way. "When you have a minute!"

For fucks sake.

"Uuuuughhh!" Luffy flopped his head down dramatically, his hat falling over his face. "I'm busy though!"

Sabo– or maybe it was Ace– just laughed though and patted Luffy on the back. "Perils of being a big shot pirate, little brother. Everyone wants a piece of you. Go on and see what he wants. We can talk with Law any time, right? You're not going anywhere, man?"

"Unless Doffy decides to drag the whole fucking crew on some misadventure without warning, I'll be right here." It was mostly a joke, but he also knew the look in Doffy's eyes when he decided on a project. "I'm not going anywhere, promise."

Luffy thumped him on the shoulder. "You better not! Alright, alright. I'll go see what the Old Croco wants."

The little tent that Crocodile had commandeered for what he told Buggy was 'the meeting before the meeting' was packed full. Too full, probably. There was Buggy himself, Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Hancock, Doflamingo, Luffy, Uta, and a couple of the Straw Hats, Vivi, thankfully, not among them.

Having everyone there was a 'formality' according to Crocodile; he'd explained that he expected most of the conversation to be mostly him and Straw Hat, and for it to be fairly short.

Buggy tugged at his collar as he looked around the table. It was certainly crowded—and somehow he wasn't sure Crocodile was right. Luffy could either be shockingly verbose or uh—not. Direct. He'd have to make sure the conversation went anywhere.

Hancock was filing one of her more claw-like than usual nails as she looked out over the table—Mihawk sat with his chair tipped back slightly and a blaise look in his eyes…and Uta.

The pop star.

She just looked from face to face with an excited grin that spoke of her just being eager to be there for this meeting of the minds. Luffy was half draped across her, drinking a beer. Crocodile had already offered drinks around, a runner had been sent back to the ship to get some of the booze while they all got set up.

Crocodile set his own drink down. "I know you're not a man for bullshit, Straw Hat, so I'll get right to the point. I want to talk about an alliance."

Luffy nodded. "Yeah, I heard. What about it?"

Uta nuzzled against his shoulder, chugging down a sip of beer herself. Tiny lady like her—Buggy admitted he was probably gonna be fucking surprised by how much she could drink. Shanks WAS her dad after all.

Hancock tilted her head to the side. "Are you inviting him to Cross Guild, Crocodile?"

"I am," Crocodile nodded. "And I'd be thrilled if he'd join. Though admittedly, I'd be satisfied, Straw Hat, if you'd prefer your crew to be formally allied with Cross Guild, rather than a part of it."

Straw Hat's nose wrinkled. "I don't get how that's different."

Shanks raised his hand. "I can field that, Luffy. If you're in an alliance, that means we can call on one another for help, but we don't have any actual say on what the other does. Whereas if you're part of Cross Guild, you get a say on what Cross Guild does, and Crocodile here gets to excitedly tell the newspapers that Straw Hat Luffy is a member of Cross Guild."

Crocodile snorted. "That's a very basic explanation, but yeah."

Hancock brushed her hand through her hair, which hissed amusedly as she nodded firmly. "Cross Guild is…well. It's effective. It allows one to utilize the combined strength of all of us."

Crocodile nodded. "Pirates working together toward a common goal, instead of constantly fighting among each other, and making the World Government's job easier for them."

"Well, I like the sound of that…" Straw Hat considered. "Who's in Cross Guild anyway?"

Buggy couldn't really believe how well this was going. Sure—they were buds with Straw Hat now, but he was certain he'd have some kind of inexplicable objection to throw in there. He tapped his fingers on the table with a tentative smile.

Crocodile put his hand to his chest. "Me. Everybody in this tent besides you and your crew. Our crews, obviously. Kaidou and Gecko Moria recently signed on. They're here too, but they wouldn't have fit in the damned tent."

"Are they the huge looking guys??" Uta asked excitedly.

"Indeed they are," Mihawk murmured as he leaned forward. "and on that note, captain—there's a few others here we should invite. The Charlottes and perhaps even Germa, for one."

Crocodile nodded. "There are. And I wanna invite all of those guys to join Cross Guild too. That's my next move. But not until we square things with Straw Hat Luffy here. That's important to me."

Luffy rubbed his neck, looking around the tent. "So Cross Guild's basically everybody I've beaten up, huh?"

"Not the most tactful way to put it, Captain," Zoro said from behind his shoulder, smirking. "But yeah. Well. Not Mihawk."

"Right." Luffy nodded. "Not Mihawk. Yet."

Mihawk scoffed softly under his breath, and a look of amusement came to his sharp eyes. "Yet. Though when that day comes—it may very well be a fight to the death."

"Oh come off it." Hancock waved her hand "Men and their swordsman pride. Make it near death and nobody needs to be deprived of anyone else's presence."

Buggy snorted himself—before breaking down into a giggle. It really was a tent full of people Luffy handed out a can of whoop-ass to.

Luffy nodded approvingly. "Near death sounds better. Or just for fun. I don't–" Straw Hat paused and he bit his lip. His nose wrinkled again and his face twisted up. "I beat everybody here up, but everybody's my friend, too. At least, friends of my friends? Crocodile, you're Vivi's friend, and Robin's too, I think. And Mingo's Traffy's friend. And Zoro and Mihawk spent two years together. That's longer than I got to spend with him! And Hancock and me are going to maybe get married! And Shanks and I made up now. And there's Buggy, too!"

And then there's Buggy too. Wow. He was flattered. Really. Wowsers.

Buggy was halfway to rolling his eyes when they bugged out of his head. "MARRIED?"

"Jealous, clown?" Hancock purred from across the table as those weird ass snakes that replaced her hair all hissed like they were laughing at him.

Doflamingo was laughing too. "Guess I missed my chance to propose!"

Crocodile waved his hand, shaking his head. "Gentlemen, ladies. Let's hear the man out. You're very right, Straw Hat. We've all gotten pretty cozy. Interconnected. You have some thoughts on that?"

Luffy nodded firmly. "Yeah, I do. I like fighting. I like fighting a lot. But not– not when it hurts my friends. Or the people who are my friends' friends. And like, we are all friends, right, that's the point of Cross Guild?"

"It's a sappy way to put it, Straw Hat, but yeah," Crocodile agreed. "Yeah it sure fucking is"

Luffy nodded again. "Right. So, I don't wanna fight you guys. We already fought. I won. I'd rather be friends now. There's only one question, I have."

"I'm glad we're friends," Buggy murmured as he brushed his hair out of his face. He leaned on his hands, watching Straw Hat's face curiously. Was it a condition? or…?

Luffy nuzzled Uta for a moment, and then stood up, making himself eye-height with the taller people in the tent. He cracked his knuckles. It seemed more like a nervous habit than a threat.

"I've been thinking a lot. Today, especially, because of Traffy, but before this too. About how all the bad things that happened to me happened because of arguments about… about pride, and rank and ambition and stuff like that." He bit his lip. "And those are the reasons that bad stuff happened to some of you guys too, I think! and that sucks! I don't want to do that any more!"

A thrum seemed to go through the room for a moment. Luffy's haki, conscious or not.

"But I don't want to give up on my dreams, either." Luffy lifted his chin, looking around at all of them in turn, his dark eyes fierce and bright. "I want to be friends, and if that means joining Cross Guild, that's great. But I still want to find the One Piece and be the King of the Pirates. That's my dream. So if that's gonna be a problem if I join you guys, we gotta talk about it now."

Hancock clapped her hands together with a smile. "the One Piece was never my own goal—it doesn't bother me in the least!"

Mihawk shook his head. "... it's not a problem for me, certainly."

Buggy grimaced slightly, looking at the way the assembled thought amongst themselves or blurted out their stance. He watched the way Uta nudged her brother's side with a grin—clearly supportive.

Of course he had to open his big fat mouth. "How'd you feel about having a rival? Ya know a bit of friendly competition, huh?"

Luffy's stoney, serious face shifted like the rubber it was into a wide smile. "I love friendly competition!"

"And as long as we're allies, friends, as you said, Straw Hat," Crocodile spoke up, "I don't give a damned rat's ass which one of you calls himself 'king'. Hell, you can open the One Piece at the same time and both call yourself 'king' for all I care. So no problem on my end. What about you, Doffy?"

"I got bored of being a king," Doflamingo waved his hand. He giggled a little. "But if everybody ends up getting crowns, I don't want to be the only one without one!"

Crocodile snorted. "You're more of a clown than Buggy is, you ass. Well? That satisfy you, Straw Hat?"

Luffy was quiet for a moment.

Buggy felt himself sweating a little bit, grinning widely to compensate. "I think it sounds good, huh buddy?"

He really hoped this wasn't one of Luffy's famous mood swings.

Uta put her finger to her lips, before she stifled another comment with a sip of booze and snuggled his shoulder again.

Luffy cocked his head, turning it at an almost unnatural angle. "Shanks didn't say anything."

Buggy watched as Shanks smiled, and held up his hand. "I was never going to be King of the Pirates. Even though I've got my ambition back, I'd rather support you and Buggy. Though I'd rather not have to pick who I'm rooting for. Maybe listen to Croc and open it at the same time."

Luffy was quiet again,and another hum of haki shimmered through the tent. But then he broke out into a smile, putting his hands on his hips. "If we're there at the same time, we'll get the One Piece together, as friends! But you guys better not be slow!"

Buggy felt like a weight was lifted off his poor aching shoulders. He sighed with relief before he cackled. "Ya know, Straw Hat! I was gonna say the same thing to you! You'd better not be too slow either, Mr. Popularity!"

Luffy laughed along with him. "Count on it!"

"Well, that solves that then, doesn't it, Straw Hat?" Crocodile put his hands together hopefully.

Luffy turned his bright, questioning smile on the members of his crew who were assembled, whether looking for a sign from them, or just reassuring himself they were with him, or who knew, with Straw Hat, admittedly.

Then he turned his bright smile on Crocodile, and nodded. "That's that!"

Crocodile stood up, and offered him his hand. "Glad to be on the same team, Straw Hat. Welcome to Cross Guild."

Luffy snickered, and shook his hand. "Uhuh!"

The way he grinned at Crocodile, holding back giggles as if with some private joke, was a little unsettling.

Once again Buggy assuaged himself with the reminder that Straw Hat Luffy was just as baffling to other people as he was to him. It was charming. Unsettling and charming. He chuckled quietly to himself as the Straw Hats gave a mixture of approval and amusement—mostly, anyway.

Robin blew a kiss Crocodile's way over Luffy's head.

That seemed to be just what Straw Hat was waiting for. While Crocodile was very slightly distracted by Robin's gesture, Luffy stretched up tall– and planted a kiss right on Crocodile's face.

"Now we're officially friends!"

Crocodile couldn't have looked more staggered if he's been hit in the chest with a cannon.

"....that's how you officiate friendships?" Buggy demanded, laughing. "I don't remember that from Impel Down."

The look on Crocodile's face at least was priceless.

Robin certainly agreed, laughing into her hand. And Doflamingo was cackling of course.

"We were really busy at Impel Down!" Luffy protested, sticking out his tongue.

Crocodile finally rallied enough to join the laughter himself. "Is that so? Alright, sure." He grabbed Luffy by the chin and pushed a kiss on him in return. "Fine, now that you've made a mockery of the whole meeting, we're friends."

Luffy just grinned at him.

Buggy leaned on his hands with an amused huff of breath. "I got the feeling this whole meeting's gonna turn into a big joke. Take it from me, I'm the clown here."

It broke the ice, right? Cross Guild had gained the Straw Hat Pirates—the most terrifying crew of fucking weirdos on the Grand Line—and were probably going to net a couple more emperors too.

Things were looking up. Things were REALLY looking up now.

Croco had assured Luffy that there was some time before the 'big meeting', and that no, he wouldn't have to pay that much attention if he didn't want to, which Luffy was thrilled by.

"Is it weird to say I can tell you're serious about this, Captain?" Zoro murmured, as the Straw Hats hung around the edges of where the big crowd of pirates was forming.

He shook his head. "You already know I was thinking about it last night."

"Law's crew," Zoro nodded. "It's a good alliance, Captain. And it doesn't change anything for us, does it?"

Luffy shook his head. "We just have more friends."

"I never would have said it when I met you, Captain, but I guess you can't never have too many friends." Zoro smiled and clapped Luffy across the shoulders.

"Yeah! And never too many crew, either, right Uta?"

Uta jolted , nearly falling backwards where she was thoughtfully leaning while looking out at the crowd. She shook off whatever thought was going on in her head to flash Luffy a bright smile.

"I mean—I'd say! Though it's been a long time since I've been on any crew at all, I'm a little out of practice!" She leaned forward. "Are you that excited to have me?"

"Well, yeah! Of course we are!" Luffy grabbed her hand with his free one. "Right, Zoro?"

Zoro smiled at her. "Absolutely."

Uta beamed from ear to ear, flushing a bit as she squeezed Luffy's hand and swung it back and forth.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Zoro~. I'm gonna hold you all to it!" She winked. "Like—I can't believe you guys got this far without a musician."

"I know, right?" Luffy pouted a little thinking of it. "I guess we were just waiting for the right time. We had to run into you!"

Uta tucked her hair over her ear, before she shifted to wrap her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on top of his head.

"I'm glad—you, and your crew, you deserve the best musician to ever grace the Grand Line, right?" She closed her eyes. "...you ever think you'd find me out there? I used to daydream about you landing on the shore of Elegia—playing with me again."

Luffy smiled brightly. He didn't always think very far ahead, but he had thought of Uta a lot during the years that they were apart.

Instead of answering, he tugged on her wrist. "Come on! Let me show you the ship!"

She let go of him with an amused tilt of her head towards Zoro. "Is it big?" she asked "I'd ask Luffy but he always used to exaggerate."

The swordsman nodded. "It's pretty big. The first one was a lot smaller."

Luffy tugged on her wrist. "Come on, come on!!"

Uta laughed, finally letting Luffy drag her forward.

"Alright, alright! Keep your pants on, Luffy! Geeze—it's 'cause you're so impatient that I keep beating you at everything!" It was clear though—she was absolutely excited about seeing the ship. "You think it's got room for my instruments?"

Luffy said the name of the ship was the Thousand Sunny. Standing on its deck in the Elegia harbor was the first time Uta had been on a ship since she'd landed on the island ten years ago.

For ten years, she'd been told again and again the dangers of the sea—kept locked away from ever setting foot on the polished wooden deck of a ship or hearing the flapping of its sails in the wind.

She leaned on the rail, looking at the spiky and smiling figurehead in her periphery with a wide smile.

The wind tickled her nose with the scent of salt. The sway of the deck below her feet was somehow familiar even in the decade of landlocked isolation. It was a beautiful ship—a massive ship, even though technically it was one of the smaller ones in the port. It was a home for the pirates who lived on it full of little touches like those that Uta hadn't ever been able to leave for herself.

She closed her eyes, feeling a song welling up inside her for the first time since the end of the concert. And for the first time since even before that—it was a song that made her heart flutter with excitement and the promise of being a pirate. It wasn't a song that made her feel small, or trapped.

She hummed, tapping her fingers against the polished wood as she bobbed her head to the rhythm.

She felt a hand on her back. It was Luffy's. "You sound happy."

Uta leaned back, enough to look at him as she hummed another bar or two.

"First time I've been really happy in a long time, so I'm trying not to hide it. ...the ship's gorgeous, Luffy. I never thought a shrimp like you could manage to even get a ship like this."

He grinned widely, sitting on the rail next to her and slipping his arm around her. "You didn't huh? So you're impressed, right?"

"I thought you'd be out here in a rowboat missing a sail and like…one guy looking seasick." She leaned against him as she teased. Another few soft notes hummed through the air before she admitted what she was really feeling. "Yeah— I'm pretty impressed. It feels homey. Loved."

"I'm glad." He rested his cheek against her head. He didn't say any more, but the way he nuzzled against her said a lot. That he had missed her. That he loved her, especially.

It was nice when feelings were conveyed through more than just words. Words were so easily lost, drowned out under the music— or under the roar of the crowd. She snuggled up against him, letting her affection pour out in the minute brushes of skin-on-skin.

She loved him too. She'd cried out across the ocean, singing about that love as long as she could remember. Singing for a reunion that finally came.

Uta and Luffy, once more by the sea. "I'm glad too."

"There's gonna be a lot of stuff happening on our adventure. Think you're ready for it?" He looked at her with his big, dark eyes, his smile mischievous and teasing.

The mischief glowed in her own eyes as she met his, leaning in with her wide and ear-to-ear smile. "Which one of us was a pirate first, huh?"

He pushed her shoulder gently. "Sure, but you're way outta practice!"

Uta pushed him back, her smile hitching wider. "And I still wiped the floor with you at one of our old contests! So I think that's proof enough that I'm gonna bounce back before you can even blink! Like the last ten years never happened!"

"We'll see about that!" Luffy laughed confidently. "I think you saw, I've had a lot more competition lately, huh? I've gotten way stronger!"

All those people in the tent 'cross guild', people Luffy had apparently beaten, and who were now their friends.

Uta ducked in and kissed his cheek.

"Well…even if the jerks on Elegia tried to stifle me, I've gotten stronger too! So you'll just have to see for yourself!" She grinned. "I'll put you to sleep and draw all over your face, maybe."

His nose wrinkled and he leaned in and kissed her back. "I'll have Zoro stand guard for me."

"What makes you think he'll still be awake to stop me?" She nuzzled back against his kisses. It was tender. It was familiar. Teasing competition—the feeling of affectionate touch between them. "Maybe I'll draw a smile on him."

"He smiles on his own sometimes!" Luffy laughed, and squeezed her against him. Finally, he said it out loud again. "I really missed you, Uta. I worried I was never going to see you again."

Uta half turned against him, smelling the salt of the sea beyond as she wrapped her arms around him in return. "I missed you too, Luffy. I'd never known how lonely I could be until I lost you. I thought—I thought I'd only ever see you in my dreams."

He stroked his fingers through her hair, tugging a pale lock of it. "You've got a lot more than dreams, now, okay? Now's the part where we're gonna make our dreams come true."

She rested against him, and her pale bangs fell from her bright lilac eye.

"The whole crew's dreams, right?" She bit her lip. "OUR dreams. Not the gods in our heads."

He nodded again, his face taking on a serious, distant look. "It's not gonna be easy, but we'll do it. Our dreams. To hell with what those things in our head say."

She smiled softly.

"No New Genesis—no god of liberation. It'll be hard—but you've got me right there with you, ya know?" She rested her hand on his back "you'll be the pirate king—and I'll be your musician. They're not going to take me away again."

He grabbed her hand suddenly and squeezed it. "I'm not going to let anybody take you away again, Uta. And I'm not gonna let anybody stand in the way of us, and our friends."

Uta looked into his eyes for a long moment. Adventure, freedom, dreams of their own, a pirate crew, a beautiful ship, inspiration for songs that weren't just praise to the greedy voice inside her head—they all called to her in that moment.

Nobody was going to stand in the way of them, or their friends. She was overcome with emotion. A musical pang in her chest, expressed the only way she could without a note sheet and a song.

She pressed her lips to his in a firm and affectionate kiss, pressed against the banister of the Thousand Sunny, the open ocean and its endless promise at their back.

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sualne · 5 months ago

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PLEASE elaborate on Monet and laws relationship in the secret modern au! Because from previous posts law is activity doing Things with sanji and is in a queer platonic relationship with luffy I just need to know the whole custerfuck of laws personal life what is HAPPENING in there

law and monet, they met when way back he was in the hospital as a teen. monet first started working there as a nurse for law specifically because of doflamingo's orders, then became ceasar's assistant and an anesthetist, now she's essentially a trafalgar specialist.

some months after losing her legs she complained about having trouble with relationships (one night stands really) because ppl kept getting put off and being really weird about her being an amputee so jokingly she said something about law and her only have each other and how they should date, law just went "let's do it then."

it's also because doflamingo keeps on killing baby 5's ""boyfriends"" making dating difficult when you're part to the donquixote family (as in crime family). since doflamingo for some reasons wants both of them alive, "dating" each other is the safest way they can go about it.

but they're also fake dating/fiancés in the sense that neither are in love with the other and they're essentially playing. they do care for each other but they're not friends, they're stuck together because of doflamingo, neither can really do any kind of relationships without the impeding threats of him ripping it all away in an instant. so they play. one date they're newly engaged doctors with a luxurious life style, another they're two tired girls who met online seeing each other irl for the first time, another and they're in love, ect.

law is a big mess relationships wise but also when it comes to his sexual life, he keeps putting himself into situation out of self loathing, hoping to get hurt, hoping that this time it'll fix him, hoping to be proven wrong, hoping to get away from everything and himself. he's all over the place. his and monet's relationship is messed up but it's one of the most comfortable he's got even though he knows a single word from doflamingo and she'd never speak to him again.

#maudern ask #they're both bitter. sometimes at each other. but it's unlovable hand in unlovable hand kind of thing.#monet knows about law's health the best. and she might supposedly be the most open with him ever and only. she could be #lying. she probably is. but at this point it doesn't matter as much as it should.

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astoldbychae · 1 year ago

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how many emojis can I send for Miss Monet and Mr Handsome over there? because I’m tryna be all in they business. But for now I’ma send 🩶 . 🥡. & 🧸

As many as you'd wanna know 😁 Also, The 1st emoji for some reason doesn't show up, so I'm not sure which question that was. You can ask that one again, if you'd like to.

🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

Mel is very romantic (and physical touch is definitely his love language), so He really enjoys a nice, relaxing candlelit bath with her (glass of wine is optional). Especially since He does work a lot, this is something that he looks forward to after a long week. Afterwards they end up watching a movie (that He always ends up falling asleep on because She always ends up rubbing his ears. Yes! his big ass loves to be the little spoon don't tell him I told you.) 🥺

Now that baby girl is born she sometimes throws a wrench in their relaxing night time because if she wakes up, the ONLY way she'd fall back to sleep is if she's on his chest. So now that she's learning to sleep through the night, they can ease back into their little routine.

🧸BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

It'll have to be when they first met each other again, after Mel's divorce. He was staying in Jasmine Suites because He just needed to sign a lease ASAP. It was a small, crappy apartment but He made it feel like home. Monet's older brother Mekhi is one of Melo's best friends since high school (so they know his ex-wife because they all went to high school together). Monet was staying at her brother's house until she could find her own place (she had accepted a writing job in the city). It was the beginning of Summer and Mekhi was throwing a party and Melo showed up. He hadn't seen Monet in YEARS (She's like 5 years younger than her brother & Melo). During that whole party they were damn near inseparable (playing Uno, beer pong, dancing etc). She ended up flirting with him before the party was over and that's how they got their little pink bar started. Melo's mood/whims would be all over the place because he was still in his mood about the divorce but would randomly be thinking about Monet. On top of that, she would call & invite him out often (I personally think that was her way of shooting her shot but also just trying to keep him in good spirits...and that was the cutest thing to me because He would be so happy/energetic/inspired whenever He would spend time with her). It's also cute that She's hot headed and he will literally go over and just kiss her and she'll calm TF down. LMAO

BONUS: Now that the baby is here, it's always funny to see them literally race to take care of the baby then give eachother their little smirky-look as if it were a competition. LMAO

#oc ask game #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #oc: monet giordano #astoldbychae

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taegularities · 8 months ago

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rid, my lovie !! my sweets !!

🚨 : ( rant incoming )

some of these recent asks have been making me want to start throwing gang signs or sum 💀 i know there are always gonna be some of these asks given the vast audience you have, and that they are just drowning in anticipation.

however, the undertone? 😭 do these people realize that you are a prolific writer, churning out quality contents faster than locusts can reproduce and infest? 🤨 RELATIVELY SPOKEN !!

good contents take time to plan, produce and publish !!

REMEMBER THE TRIPLE P. for an author who doesn't even ask you to pay, and responds with kindness only.

so, let's learn and practice more kindness and respectfulness here. thank you. ( sorry, if i sound like a teacher's pet, but rid is just too good to us )

anyway, we are nonetheless excited for your next releases, and 'entertainer' even after all this time.

( rant end )

꒰ ❛ ❜ personal lil message ꒱ ‎

rid, am so sorry for not getting back to your last 'ruined' response. i thought you hadn't answered it yet !! and are you kidding me? a!oc is my babiest baby !! of course, i adore her a lot. i remember somebody saying she is like a 'sunny weekend after a wet weather' or something, but bit more condescending— made me wanna throw some gang signs again, tafaq 😫 had to overcompensate with my repeated 'ruin you' asks, but i promise i equally read and enjoy your other stories. even sent asks about them before ( just not in my 🎀🖇🩵 style, haha ) and i'm thankful for each of the sweet responses from you : every. single. time!!

oh, by the way, i came across this pin today : https://pin.it/2rY2xnZtj

kinda ruined!tae on wedding night coded? 'i missed this' x 'it's only been two days' x 'and? i miss you all the damn time' ❤️‍🔥 can i please just ask what's the duo's moodboard like? ik they are a v monetesque, pastoral, serene and the whole artists garden at giverny + the water lily pond + beach at saint adresse!based couple.

but if possible i still wanna see them more from your artistic mind, my love. thank you. xo.

last but not least, must i mention how proud i am of you bc of the whole gaza take and activism on this platform? 🍉 it might be a bare minimum for a reality so cruel, but it matters. thank you for using your resources, and for saying how you listen to certain artists less bc of their lack of voice on this issue. every act matters. let's stay strong and

—take care. 🎀🖇🩵

gang signs omg lol 😭 honestly, i'm so thankful for the audience and the excitement everybody brings! the tone was a little off, but as i said, i'm pretty sure they didn't mean it that way, so i'm like, not mad or anything hehe. i hope they enjoyed entertainer!! it's true, though, that i've been a bit slow this year, but we try our best in this corner of our world. but thank you so much for saying that 😭 i'm flattered you appreciate my existence here and are so kind <3

it's okay, love, no reason to apologise. a!oc was everyone's baby, like she's still one of my favourite ocs i've written!! it's beyond crazy that people still remember her and this story overall. lmao yeah someone said she feels like a wet weekend after a sunny vacation or something idk it was way out of line, but what can we do.. i laughed 🤣 THANK YOUUUU for dropping by, whether with your signed asks or in any other way ily ily!!!

plsss on their wedding night?

more like always 😂 but so true. their mood boarddd hmmm, wait i'll go and make one rq brb *5 minutes later* i'd say that's them 🥺 def some monet, rain and autumn vibes

and ofc!! i think i could do even more and share even more. every thought counts. i can't even remember saying i listen to artists less, but it's 100% true, and i also try to avoid big chains such as starbucks, which i think we all should. take care as well, love 🤍

#much love to you #notes for rid 🌹#🎀 anon #fic: ruined

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gendervapor14 · 2 years ago

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Gladius! 👻 🧸💤 💔🫂🎭 🖕😭 (Sorry that there are so many😅)

oh my goodness, this is wonderful. lemme just (cracks knuckles) alright let's dive on in

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

i think betrayal. being viewed as a traitor, or having someone close to him betray him. he is extremely loyal, and extremely quick to anger when viola turns coat. he's also especially vicious to corazon on minion island. he's an angry guy, and i think he uses that anger to cope with fear.

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

ohh i have ideas, hehe. i am in the process of writing him a backstory fic, so i will try to answer this and keep some of my secrets. i think he came from a very loving, very steampunk family. and i think they were taken away from him, and left a huge hole in his heart. the donquixote family filled that gap.

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

i think those blocky things over his ears are like like, some sort of sound channels he can open or close to block the sound of his weapons/explosions. and i think when dellinger was a baby, he had to sleep with the sound channels on in order to block out the late-night screeching.

💔 an angsty headcanon

he suffers from amnesia. can't remember his childhood before the age of about 10. the donquixote family rescued him around that time and he became their easiest victim, because he knew no better way of life.

🫂 a friendship headcanon

his first proper friend was corazon. when corazon first joined the crew, he wanted to get close to gladius, try and convince him to leave. that didn't work. 4 years later, corazon betrayed them and gladius was devastated. he got closer to baby 5 after that, since she was upset about law going missing, and they could both process this grief by blowing stuff up. probably got close to monet once she joined, since they're both rather quiet and studious.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

ooh very interesting. i think he lies about his health. i imagine he suffers with some sort of chronic condition(s), and he doesn't want to be viewed as a liability. he probably brushes off a lot of health concerns in fear of being viewed a burden.

🖕 a headcanon relating to anger

this is perfect for him, lmao. he's an angry guy. i think he ate his devil-fruit by accident, because it seems to be linked to emotions. nobody in their right mind would give such a hotheaded dude a fruit that can literally explode when the user gets a little irritated.

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

bartolomeo defeats him by punching him in the head, right? i headcanon that's when he regains his childhood memories. as soon as he wakes up in impel down. suddenly he remembers his loving family, their dreams. his dreams, before they were replaced with the donquxiote family's. ouch.

damn. now i really want to go back to that backstory fic! i see what you did there, hehe 😈 thank you for the ask!! <3

#headcanon ask game #one piece headcanons #one piece gladius #gladius one piece #donquixote family #donquixote pirates

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swampstew · 2 years ago

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Thank you @thus-spoke-lo for the tag in this fun self-recommendation game! I always feel a bit awkward posting reminders and announcements when chapters are ready for reading, but I'll take a moment to hype myself and the words of my labor up. Here are my 5 favorite things I've written so far!

What's the Magic Word? - So I love how One Piece is this giant fantastical world where pirates are a real threat and mermaids, dragons, and magic quite literally exist. I thought it was odd that there wasn't a witch character at all, especially with how well it would fit into the universe, and what type of role/responsibility power like that would look like. Rowena my baby was born. It's everything I've ever learned while practicing the craft, enjoyed seeing in pop culture media, and inspired by cultural lores that I participate in or have great respect for. I wanted to create a character that could believably exist in the One Piece world and then have her do a bunch of fun and cathartic things (that may or may not be a reflection of real life). Falling in love with Eustass Kid was not on my radar (is falling in love ever?) - in fact the first draft of the story didn't have the Kid Pirates at all. Nope, just my witchy girl and the Straw Hats having adventures. Then I got to the Sabaody Archipelago and I saw him. I thought it would be fun to put these characters in a situation where they weren't friends or enemies but rather temporary witness protection body guards with a powerful ass witch as their protectee. Plus the smut. Love the smut and romance always. Its my first writng project I've done since college and I'm so happy to be back in the writing sphere. This book will have a sequel :)

Turn Back Time - This was a random dream that turned into a 20+ multichapter fic and I'm not even mad about it. In this one I took a fun approach to the story by centering it not just on the OCs but the Kid Pirates themselves. My first fic didn't really acknowledge many of them until the editing stage but this fic is entirely about the Kid Pirates and what it's like being in their crew. Especially as the love interests of some of the scariest, beefiest dudes that end up just being touch-starved men who are fully capable of vulnerability and love. It's been fun and I am excited for the upcoming themes and trials they'll go through! There will only be the one book but it will follow the journey of the Kid Pirates up until the very recent events in the manga.

At First Sight - this was a one shot that turned into a mini-series and I surprised myself with how much I packed into it. I didn't want to or expect to make it into a series but after giving it maybe a whole day's worth of thought and effort, I feel like I pulled a pretty good fic out of what was originally a stand-alone porn trope collab story!! This one is also on the Kid Pirates cause they're my comfort characters and again its been a fun way to put a spin on these murderous pirates when they're engaging with someone who's neither foe nor friend. Not a frenemy but a familiar with benefits! I lowkey based Y/N's badassery on Beidou from Genshin Impact.

KillerCook - I saw a hot dude make brownies on Instagram and thought 'what if Killer.' That's it. I wasn't sure how I was going to present it so I settled for creating a social media experience and I'm pretty sure I delivered. I'm a Kid Pirates loyalist, if you want something else you can check my Swampstew Bedtime Stories but my bread and butter are these anarchist psychos. Now comes with accessories such as: baker's hat and apron, and also a set of gold body piercings! The response has been supportive and excitable, and it's inspired me to do another modern social media influencer monetization fic, coming soon 😏 on Friday actually!

Oh Yandere! series - I wanted to give myself an opportunity to play around with some dark content and found myself really enjoying it. Especially in the noncon/dubcon vein. I've been too meek to do anything more than head canons but I have recently been inspired to explore some truly deplorable characters if I pick this series up again. If not, I might do a short series on Yandere Eustass Kid that has some...inspiration from another popular fandom that may or may not piss some people off. ANYWAYS! Live Laugh DarkContent

Tagging for funsies but def no pressure - I just think every author should get a chance to fluff themselves up and talk about their works that make them proud!

@abysscronica @cebwrites @goldenandhappy @zoros-sheath @kenruu @creamsickle-writes

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year ago

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i'm a little (A LOT) late to this, but i still wanna wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!! i wish you get all the experiences you crave this year and all the creative energy to do the things you love the most! i hope it's the most magical one yet! 💜 also, i've seen your reblog so now the interrogation starts. i hope you're prepared. the overhead lamp is on, as well, just so you know. we're all professionals here. no messing around. my questions for you, dear kat, are: 1) what is your most favourite thing that you've ever written? 2) if you could live in one of the worlds you have created in your beautiful writing, what world would you choose? 3) what inspires you to write? 4) do you have a comfort song? or a movie? what about a painting? 5) how does it feel to be ridiculously talented and incredibly kind and such a cutie?

first off—I LOVE YOU. 🫶🏼

now onto the interrogation! and i’m glad we’re being professionals about this, detective. everyone knows how strictly business i am …

1) my favorite thing i’ve ever written is probably Ivy & Stone or my current WIP Starlight !! both, at least in my opinion, are the only series that i’ve walked away feeling 100% proud of. i think they show the most of me in them, and it’s the best writing i’ve ever done (and i lose sleep over whether or not it’s good enough to try and publish)

2) i love this question !!!! okay so ideally i’d live in a happy little warm domestic bubble with Elementary!Joel, but in reality i’m too dark and twisty for all that so maybe Starlight as long as i have some sick ass magic?? maybe Plastic Hearts as long dieter and i don’t destroy each other entirely?? maybe Ivy & Stone as long as i don’t get typhoid fever staying cramped up in frankie’s cottage??

3) all the little characters and scenes and my endless stream of thought and my need for escapism!! if i didn’t write, i think i’d actually plunge into insanity 🥰 but inspo wise, music does a lot for me! i’ve always deeply associated music and my writing, and there’s always a couple easter eggs thrown in courtesy of whatever playlist i’ve made for the story.

4) i have all three! my comfort movie’s vary but the rotation is usually the Twilight saga, anything with Paul Newman in it, and Stepbrothers for the nostalgia. my comfort songs are seven by Taylor Swift bc ✨ trauma and girlhood ✨, You’ve Got to Learn by Nina Simone because HEARTBREAK, and He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones because (sad warning) it always reminds me of my mom and i like to play it when the grief hits me because it makes it feel like i’m five again sitting on her lap. and my comfort painting is always always always Monet’s Water Lillies and i’ve never known why, seeing it just feels like a warm hug.

5) the imposter syndrome/self-deprecation is SCREAMING right now but thank you, i adore you, i am glad to exist here in this space with you, and believe deeply in my core that everything you believe i am you are that multiplied by infinity.

thank you for this message, thank you for existing, I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE UUUUU 🤍🤍🤍

#gmno asks #i live and die for these interactions #anon you have my heart and soul

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 10

I knew the ending of this was going to get tricky, and it's beginning to trip me up, so please forgive me for upturning any expectations you might've had based on how frequently I posted the first seven chapters.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3]

The siblings adjust to their fresh separation and attempt to hold onto the concept of hope. [3994 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was especially cold that day, Baby 5 noted. She had waited until it was just her and Lami in headquarters again before she wrapped up her sister in blankets, took Cora-san’s Den Den out, and placed the snail on the bed, doing her job.

“Child.”

“Grandfather…?” She looked at Lami—they both had tears in their eyes. “My sister and I are home alone.”

“…I know.” The snail mimicked a pained expression as the man on the other end was also about to cry. “I already know.”

“What do we do now…?”

“I… that I don’t know.” The man sniffled sadly. “This is going to have to be the last time we talk like this.”

“There was a boy who the Marines rescued,” Baby 5 mentioned. “Is that our brother? Do you have him?”

“…no.”

Baby 5 and Lami stared at one another, not entirely sure how to process that. How come the Marines didn’t have Law if the adults all said they did? Where was he if they didn’t? Did they assume that Grandfather was with the wrong organization? Was Law safe, or…?

“When you are old enough to run,” the man said, “find a Marine base. I will come for you.”

“Grandfather, I’m scared,” Lami squeaked. “Our brother’s gone, Papa’s gone, we don’t know where you are…! Can’t you come for us?! It’s scary being home alone!”

“It will get better,” Grandfather sighed, voice sounding like a hug that was meant to feel better yet didn’t. “My darling grandchildren are strong—be strong for a little while longer, okay?”

“…okay…” both girls mumbled.

“I love you.”

The call clunked to an end and the snail fell asleep. Lami and Baby 5 stared at it before looking at themselves; they were now alone. No one was coming to save them now.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

All Baby 5 knew was that she wasn’t terribly fond of Monet and Sugar. There was something about them that was just… well… off. It was true that the Young Master had saved them, just as he had saved most of them, yet there was just something about the pair of sisters that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on-end, as though there were a lot of coincidences with their assimilation into the Family.

“You’ll look good for your date tonight,” Monet assured Señor Pink as he preened in a mirror. “Miss Russian is going to find you dashing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” The teen looked over at Baby 5, who was trying to pluck some books from a case without attracting too much attention. “Don’t you agree, Baby 5?”

“I think he needs to tell her the truth,” the girl frowned.

“This could be something really big for me,” Señor Pink said. “I know I’m a member of the Family, but this woman could see me as a family man. Do you realize how important that could be?”

“You hate kids.”

“I hate kids that are in the way and sniveling,” he replied. Baby 5 rolled her eyes and took the books with her, away from where Monet was reassuring Señor Pink that all was going to go well. She went into her room and found Lami sitting up in the chair by the window, looking out longingly.

“Pink’s going out again,” she said, bringing the books over. Lami accepted the top one—a volume about historical architecture—and carefully opened it up.

“At least he won’t be around for dinner.”

“He was having Monet give him compliments on his outfit.”

“Ew.” Lami wrinkled her nose and looked at Baby 5. “Sugar came in earlier but didn’t stay long; the adults really want us to be friends because we’re the same age, but I don’t like it. I don’t think they do either.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way to steer clear of them that doesn’t involve staying in our room all the time.”

“I hope so. Avoiding them sucks—we need to get strong if we’re going to find Law-nii.”

“Yeah, but I wonder where he ended up… if he’s still out there…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lami shrugged. “We have four more years on me; if we can get out in three, that’ll leave an entire year of traveling the North Blue. Law-nii and I did almost all of it in half a year with Cora-san. It should be easy.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Baby 5 smirked. She pulled an extra blanket from a shelf and wrapped up Lami in it. “Oh, and Diamante wants to know if you’ll be okay enough to come down for dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Lami pouted. “If we keep skipping Family dinners, then people will start to get suspicious.”

“…but we have a good excuse, at least.” Baby 5 gently took hold of Lami’s forearm and inspected it. “Still looks like it’s fading to me.”

“It’s probably going into my bloodstream,” Lami shrugged. “That’s worse.”

“You still got more time than before, which is time we can use wisely.” Baby 5 let go of her sister’s arm and motioned with her head towards the wardrobe. “Come on; let’s get you ready for dinner.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Opening up the closet door, Law found Lami right where he left her, trembling between the linens. She saw him and squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck as he clung to him.

“You’ve been so good and brave,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her out of her hiding spot, the words technically for both of them. He set her on the floor and took her hand in his, holding tight. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“…but Mom and Dad…!”

“They told me to get you out of here,” he lied. She didn’t need to know they were already cold when he found them. He pulled her along, keeping her from looking inside their parents’ office, before sneaking them both out into the corridor. They hid behind an overturned gurney as they heard the sound of soldiers shouting around the corner. Once their voices faded, Law pulled Lami up to her feet.

“Where are we going?!” she squeaked. “Where’s Bee-nee?!”

“Bee’s waiting for us! Now come on!” He urged her forward, towards the back door where he knew the path the freedom sat. “We’re going to get out of here! We’re going to live!”

Hiding behind some rubbish bins, Law waited outside before making a break for the cart he saw on his way back to the hospital. It was full of bloody, half-stiff corpses, but they could use it as camouflage to get far enough away from the bulk of the soldiers so that they could slip into the woods easier. Was it ideal? No, but it would give his sisters and him a chance.

“Bee! There you are!” Law almost cried in relief as he saw their sister standing by the cart. Her back was turned as they ran up to her, knowing they needed to act fast. “Why aren’t you in there yet?!”

The girl turned around and he gasped—Amber Lead lesions were spread over her face and neck and her eyes dull and unfocused. Wait… this was wrong… why was this so wrong…?

“Join us, Law-nii,” she said, holding out her hand for him to take. “Cora-san is going to help us.”

“We have to get to the forest!

“…but Cora-san is the adult who helps!” Lami chirped. “He didn’t let Bee-nee come before, but now we can all go together!”

“Kids!” Law whipped his head around to see Cora-san running towards them, looking ridiculous in both his uniform and his full-routine of makeup. “Hurry!”

He tripped and shots rang out.

“Cora-san!” Law screamed. The man’s body fell to the ground and did not move, blood pooling and oozing between the white cobblestones in the street. “Cora-san!”

More shots and the boy heard soft thuds next to him. He looked, only to find his sisters’ bodies laying in crumpled heaps, both done in by single hits to the head.

“…Lami…? Bee…?” He knelt down and checked their pulses—nothing. “No… no… NO! NO! IT’S NOT FAIR! WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO LIVE!”

“Life doesn’t give a shit.”

Trembling, Law looked up to see one of the soldiers, covered head-to-toe in their protective bodysuit. A gun was in their hand, still smoking from the last round. The soldier pulled off the gas mask to reveal Doflamingo; his sunglasses glinted brilliantly, the bright and gaudy pink so stark against the paleness of their owner and Flevance itself.

“Fufufu… this is for thinking you could actually get away,” he chuckled. The man raised his arm, aimed the gun, and pulled back the hammer to cock it.

BANG

Law sat up straight and shuddered as he woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around at his roommates to see if he had shouted and woken any of them up—nothing so far. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded out the room and down the hall, heading towards the kitchen.

“So, you can’t sleep either?” Law nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Penguin’s voice, the older teen sitting at the kitchen table in their small house. He had a half-drunk glass of milk in front of him—huh, a good idea. Law got one himself and sat down as well. “Am I right?”

“Kinda.” Law didn’t want to pry—he knew that Penguin also got nightmares, but they weren’t really the same. For all the horrors he had seen in Flevance, the other lad had lived different ones and for much longer. What did he really want to reveal about his fucked-up dream? From everything he was reading in medical texts and journals, the signs weren’t good. “I was just… reminded of… some people… who I want to find… who I want to join the crew.”

“Join the crew…? Must be special.”

“Yeah, they are.” Law took a sip of the milk and took comfort in the chilled, smooth drink. “If things were different, they would have been the first members of the Heart Pirates.”

“That’s a statement,” Penguin said, making Law cringe slightly. Ah, shit. “They must be pretty important to you if that’s the case—you don’t just want anyone on your crew. Where are they?”

“Spider Miles.”

“Well, then I guess the first thing we do after we finish our training and raise the funds is head over to Spider Miles.” Penguin shrugged and drank some milk. “There’s no helping when the Captain has something in his head.”

“I’m not the captain yet,” Law scowled.

“You’re our wee baby captain—shut the fuck up.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. It’s a fact you’re the smallest of us, even Bepo, so you gotta learn to live with it.”

“I can make it so not even you can find all of you.”

“Nah; that’s a hard pass.” He slammed back his remaining milk like a farmer would his ale. “Who the fuck would keep everyone in line if I wasn’t here? Scrub the toilet you all refuse to touch? Braid Shachi’s hair before bed? Make you super-fucking-thin raisin pancakes of all things?”

“Alright, alright; you win, asshole,” Law conceded. He finished off his glass as well and they both rinsed the dishes with some water before leaving them in the sink. “Hey, uh… can you… not tell the others about this?”

“I make no guarantees,” Penguin shrugged. The younger teen glared at him, which made him just want to give him a hug. “You know that we all know you get nightmares, right?”

“I never said it was a nightmare.”

“…but you came out here for a glass of milk in the middle of the night, which you usually only do after a particularly bad dream.”

“Yeah, but…” Law went quiet and looked away. “Doesn’t mean they need to know every time I get nightmares.”

“Nah, you’re good.” Penguin ruffled the younger teen’s hair—fuck, he was almost too tall for that now considering Law’d been almost in a constant growth spurt since they met. He was shrugged off with a halfhearted shove and he knew all was well… at least, enough for them to trudge back to the shared bedroom.

It felt childish, but Law just wanted his sisters and didn’t want to fully admit it. He watched as Penguin climbed up into his bunk before looking at his own empty one—how often had he gone to sleep alone only to wake up with both of them clung to either side? Back then he’d always yell at them, but now… fuck… what he wouldn’t give to have them both and know they were safe…

…and instead, Law nestled himself in Bepo’s bunk, the Mink squeaking in his sleep as he suddenly was being used as a living body pillow. Even though Law knew that he was with friends—friends he might be able to keep—the loneliness he felt was a crushing, oppressive force, more than he could bear. Ha… bear… fuck. He pressed his face against Bepo’s back to hide his tears and did his best to fall into what would be light, fitful sleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Time passed.

Law and his friends worked and trained hard as they lived on Swallow Island, earning their keep and strengthening their abilities. With every time the teen could stand to keep his Room open for a minute longer or a square meter larger, he knew he was that much closer to his initial goal.

In Spider Miles, Lami kept busy, poring through books and soaking in all the knowledge she could. Science, navigation, medicine, history, language—she read through everything afforded to her and then some. With her strength coming and going at odd intervals, she knew that she needed to what she could, while she could still do things…

…and Baby 5…? She continued to take care of her sister, cooking and cleaning and making sure enough chores were done so that Doflamingo left them alone. It was hard work, often keeping her busy the entire day, but it was worth it for what little beri she could scrape together… for what she was able to do for her sister as she laid in bed on her bad days and wandered around the empty compound when things were good.

The rest of the Donquixote Family, on the other hand, had plans… the more ambitious of such were nearly ready to be put into action. They plotted, they schemed, and one day they began packing the contents of their base, putting as much as they could inside the Numancia Flamingo, for the Young Master… well… he was going home.

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Three years later, in a place now all too familiar…

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Invading Dressrosa was… too easy.

It was completely engineered by the Young Master, of course, which meant that he used the king and his soldiers as living puppets, which furthered his plans easier than it would have gone otherwise. Lami had been having one of her bad sick days—they were increasing in frequency and severity again—and it caused both her and Baby 5 to stay on the Numancia Flamingo while the rest of the Family pretended to settle the country’s affairs.

“This feels so wrong,” Lami said, staring out the porthole of the cabin. She could see fires illuminating the night sky as the coup was being staged. “You know… I don’t think Law-nii and I ever really wanted to cause chaos… not if it feels like this.”

“Don’t worry,” Baby 5 assured. “One day, when the time is right, we’ll go back to the North Blue and find Law-nii.” She put a bowl of steaming water on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of Lami’s arm. The younger girl allowed her touch and soon her lesions were being gone over with a wet, hot cloth. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and he’ll find us here. He might rescue us.”

“Maybe you… but not me.”

“…and why would he rescue one of us and not the other?”

“…because this is still late-stage poisoning,” Lami frowned. ��It’s like when Cora-san stole Law-nii and me… except now… now his last-ditch effort to save us is who-knows-where, well on the other side of the Calm Belt.” She exhaled heavily and tried not to cry. “I don’t know…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Baby 5 assured gently. “I’m clever and you’re smart—we can survive.”

“You accidentally ate your Devil Fruit.”

“It was planted, alright?” she pouted. The sisters could only look at one another for only a few seconds before bursting into giggles. Baby 5 moistened the cloth again and continued going over Lami’s lesions. “As long as we’re still here, he’s coming for us both. Don’t forget that.”

“You sound old.”

“I am older.”

“Not ancient.” Lami snickered as Baby 5 flicked a bit of water in her face. “Do you think they’ll send for us or…?”

“It’s Doflamingo—of course he will.” An idea then popped into her brain, causing her to perk up. “Say, you want to get some of his ice cream? The kind just for him?”

Lami’s face brightened at the suggestion, knowing it might be their last true act of rebellion for a while.

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It was a while before Dressrosa was deemed stable enough to bring Lami ashore. Baby 5 carried her piggyback all the way to the palace, all the while the girls staring at their new environment with wide, curious eyes. It was so different from Spider Miles, from Kuen Village, from the White City, from the North Blue in general, and they wanted to take it all in the best they could. They eventually stepped across the palace threshold, where Monet was waiting for them.

“The Young Master tasked me with finding the perfect quarters for you,” the young woman mentioned. “There are rooms that are right next to one another, and even a pair that possess an adjoining suite.”

“Lami-chan and I share,” Baby 5 insisted. Monet shook her head.

“Young Master had his orders,” she claimed. “Here; follow me.” She led them up the stairs and down a corridor where there was plenty of expensive-looking things that had been placed on the floor and against the walls haphazardly. “Pick your rooms from these; let us know your decisions when you make them.”

Baby 5 moved to enter one of the rooms, thankful when it seemed like Monet was not following them. She put Lami down on the plush couch that sat off-center in the large room and looked around.

“This’ll be nice,” she nodded. “There’s shelves for all your books, and lots of air and light.”

“There’s already stuff there though,” Lami frowned. She stood and slowly hobbled her way over towards the nearest bookshelf. “Histories, politics, books about Dressrosa’s neighbors and allies…”

“Perfect for the kid who can’t get her hands on enough books,” Baby 5 chuckled. If it could keep her from having to find time to smuggle her sister more books, then the shelves’ contents were more than welcome. She plucked a book from the shelf that was eye-level and looked at the cover—love poems. Ha. “I wonder whose collection this was…”

Just then, a stranger ran in through the open door and flung herself onto the large bed. She was tall and pretty, though sobbing so hysterically that she did not see the sisters standing there.

“…are you okay…?” Lami wondered. The woman flinched at her words as though they physically stung her.

“Who are you?!” she snapped, fear tempering her voice.

“I’m Lami, and this is my older sister, Bee,” the girl said. “We were told to pick out rooms. Is this supposed to be your room?”

“…no, but it belonged to my tia avia at one point,” the woman replied. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the girls could see that she wasn’t that much older than them—her late teens, most likely. “I just got kicked out of my room by that… that… drippy man…”

“Trebol? Yeah, he’s pretty gross.” Lami walked over to the bed with help from Baby 5 and they joined the newcomer. “What’s your name?”

“Viola… but… I just joined the Family… so I guess my name is Violet now…”

“Why did you do that?” Baby 5 asked. “You’re able to run away, aren’t you?” Viola shook her head.

“My father is the king who was in charge only two days ago,” she explained. “If I didn’t agree to work for Doflamingo, he would have been executed in the Coliseum already.” She then looked at the pair and frowned. “Why are you here?”

“We were found, like anyone, and Doflamingo gave us a place to stay,” Baby 5 said. “We were separated from our big brother a while ago and we’re just buying time until we can go back for him… or he finds us…”

“You two are so lucky to at least have each other.” Viola sniffled and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to dab at her eyes. “My sister died in the take-over and her daughter—my dear neboda—is missing.”

“Don’t you have a brother?” Lami asked, tilting her head to the side. “I remember the Officers saying how there was a guy that they needed to watch out for who wasn’t the King…”

“Must have been one of the guards,” Viola replied, shaking her head. “I wish I knew the man who had won my sister’s heart—if that was the case, then maybe he could be someone on the other side who could help… like your brother…”

Yeah. If only they had their brothers… then things might really be different.

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Lami was getting worse with each passing day they spent in Dressrosa. The warm, dry air should have been good for her—it really should have—yet she seemed to be deteriorating faster than she was on Spider Miles. It was so bad that Baby 5 barely left her side, knowing only that her sister was dying and she wanted to be there for her. In fact, Baby 5 knew her sister needed her—ha, it felt like it wasn’t that long ago that she would bend over backwards if she thought someone new needed her. Now? Now no one could rip her from her sister’s side without breaking her arms and legs first.

“I thought she had five more years,” Doflamingo frowned. He was standing by Lami’s bed in the palace sickroom, where both girls were sleeping peacefully, Lami snug under the blankets while Baby 5 was passed out next to her atop the bedding. The Elite Officers were there as well, all three some level of curious about their boss’s continued interest in the dying child.

“A brat’s still a brat,” Trebol sniffed. “He could have given a misdiagnosis.”

“This won’t do.” Doflamingo leaned over the bed and traced his finger over Lami’s forehead, down her cheek, then jaw, flicking up off the underside of her chin. “You’re an important part of the Family, Lami, and I take care of my Family.”

“With all due respect, Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “she’s yet to go on a mission… hasn’t proven herself…”

“She will once she’s better. Those who have been with us as long as she are going to be the core of our empires.”

“…but she left,” Pica mentioned.

“He’s right,” Diamante added. “She ran away once before—who is to say that she wouldn’t again?”

“Where would she go? Even if both of them work together, they’re still children in the New World—neither of them are going to escape. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How do you propose that, Young Master?” Trebol wondered. Doflamingo simply smiled.

“I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t remember she was even sick at all.”

#Baby 5 #Trafalgar Lami #Trafalgar Law #Donquixote Doflamingo #Donquixote Pirates #Penguin (One Piece)#One Piece #fan fiction #this is a bit of a longer chapter for this story so apologies #I actually moved some stuff back bc of it now hopefully I don't suffer later because of it #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami

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basedkikuenjoyer · 2 years ago

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Spiderwebs Pt.5: Nice Day for a Wisteria Wedding

I must say it’s nice to use things popping up in current chapters as a guide. We did Leo last time, this time something about 1085 made me want to look at the one, the only Don Sai a little deeper. It’s a simple idea. We start ringing the wedding bells as a really sudden turn in Dressrosa that catches you off guard. It all makes sense when it comes together, but I remember this arc week-to-week and no one saw this outcome coming. Looking back though, it’s short and sweet but hits a lot of the notes I’ve been interested in lately. Forgot all about this bit of Baby 5 getting there through misinterpreting a series of earlier lines. Come to think of it too...Baby 5 could arguably fit into the Tamataebako thread by virtue of this happening next to Lao G who does rely on some similar concepts.

We already have talked about the Grand Fleet captains being a piece of the whole. Showing something that could fill a gap but having something that makes them a better subordinate captain. Don Sai is the tricky one. He fills that role of character-wise being okay. But fate and prior obligations are why he couldn’t quite be a proper crewmate. Worth mentioning there’s the whole Kano Kingdom element too. Not just the name similarity, but they seem to be the one that’s like, picking up an allied country through this. Orlumbus resigned, but the Happo Navy seems a little more official.

You want the shortest version of the undertone I see with Kiku? She’s like Baby 5, but waaaaay better at hiding it. Too proud to be that desperate, lets it go unspoken. She’s so prodigious partially out of the drive to keep up and not be a burden. Remember Baby 5 and Monet already have very similar motivations behind following Doflamingo. Doflamingo himself was kind of groomed into this role by Trebol but that’s a story for another day. It’s a running theme of how far people will lose themselves out of desperation. Not having anywhere else to go, rejection, persecution, abandonment.

Even now, this feels like such a jarring inclusion in Dressrosa...though to be fair that would kind of play into my main criticism of the arc. It needed to flow more like Wano and Whole Cake did; never really mention it much but structurally the Seducing Woods serve the same purpose as Bakura Town. Seeing Egghead now though, I can see where the idea to scatter plots and make them come together started from. We talk more about arcs that were likely always in the original five-year plan, but Dressrosa really feels like it didn’t need to be. Still, Sai & Baby 5 were such a unique moment that caught us off guard. I would love tying it off with something building off that in the present and all the tools are in place for it to.

There’s no real way to make this a natural segue because their only connection is both appearing in 1085. I wanted to include Fujitora because there’s not much to say. It’s just straightforward. This gambling intro is still my favorite. He’s another unique element that’s cast a long shadow. We see now he and Ryokugyu are very much opposites as well along this line of heirarchy vs. compassion. One that is a really obvious jidaigeki reference. The blind swordsman Zatoichi.

Since we’ll assuredly have the time soon, probably going to give that allusion it’s own post. But seeing him take advantage of the chaos to free slaves, the way he acts in Dressrosa...let’s put it this way. This was an example of Luffy winning someone over with charm by accident. It worked in his favor big time, but he stumbled into being the hero of Dressrosa. My whole thing is that Wano is refining this lesson; learning how to use words and gestures to accomplish big things without fighting.

#one piece #dressrosa arc #baby 5 #don sai #fujitora

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abbyindenhaag · 9 months ago

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Here’s What I Loved From The Gulbenkian

1. Tile panel with leaves and flowering scrolls, Turkey, 1550

Tiles are fun, geometric patterns are fun, florals are typically beloved by me. The spiral patterns are very pleasing and the color scheme self-contained and soothing. But what made this tiling extra special to me was studying the symmetry. Although the tiles all look similar, it turns out there are actually two distinct versions, so you can’t tile a space with just one — you need to put two together. So the repeated tiles are actually blocks of four. Also, I spent long enough studying this that I found a mistake! The third from the left tile in the second row doesn’t look like the first tile in the row or the tile two rows below it. Oops. But I think it’s nice that the pattern allows for it. I also love that these tiles are so clearly handmade, with variations in the intensities of color or how many little white flowers go on a leaf or how detailed the flowers are. So this is a love.

2. Silk hanging, Japan, 19th century (?)

This one starts out strong with a nice balanced composition. I like how the twin birds are mostly but not entirely symmetrical/identical. Silk is always a strong choice for textiles. And the color scheme is gorgeous — I love the muted earth tones. But what I really love about this piece is the detail of the embroidery and the variety of textures the artist created. The feathers look so feathery, the scales so scaly. And even the background has a nice texture instead of being flat. And, I am probably not sufficiently well-traveled, but I just don’t think I have seen anything else like this before. Anyone??

3. Old Man with a Stick, Rembrandt, 1645

The BEST thing about going to museums is getting to look really closely at how things were made. And the best thing about going to a museum by yourself is getting to spend however long you want at each one without feeling guilty. I spent maybe 10 minutes with this one because I have never been less crowded at a Rembrandt and I wanted to figure out how he Does It. How does it look so real and so beautiful? How so glowy? I obviously have no answers, but I did enjoy discovering how much green and red there is in here. Look at the vermillion in the corner of his eye, the maroon shadow above it, and the greenish highlights on Che cheekbones. And in the hand, you can see how the light reflected on the underside of the fingers is reddish, offset by green shadows above. Also, it’s so cool how the fingers just fade out into the dark but you are absolutely sure of where they are in space. Somehow with this painting you can get really close to it, see the brushstrokes, and even then it still looks real.

4. The Stocking, Mary Cassatt, 1891

What I love about this painting is the strong, competing but not clashing Intentions from each of the subjects. I also love the patience and care of the woman and the intelligence of the baby. There were about seventy-five other babies in this museum alone — cherubs and Baby Jesuses and so on — and none of them looked at all like a person. This is a little person who wants something specific and is going to get it.

5. Boats, Claude Monet, 1868

Can you believe that Monet invented triangles?! What a genius. I think the colors are beautiful, the composition is beautiful, and the perspective kind of original — often we see boats at war or pleasure boats, but these are working boats home for the day. It kind of reminds me of the steam engine (Gare du Nord) paintings.

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epersonae · 2 years ago

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For random asks: fibonacci numbers :3

Friend, I love you, and I can't believe you're making me look up the goddamn fibonacci sequence. (Which I feel like I should be able to work out on my own but fuckit)

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

First three from the little notebook that I keep next to my couch: Strange New Worlds (started but haven't finished), Abbott Elementary, Derry Girls

3. Do you like smoothies?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don't hate them, but I also sort of associate them with the before-beforetimes, which is not great, and also I don't own a blender. (I used to! And then I loaned it to Ryn to take to work at the eldercare place, and then Ryn quit and forgot to take it with them. And clearly I don't use a blender that much, because that was more than two years ago.)

5. How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled, with salt and pepper, or in an omelet. (or tbh: Starbucks sausage egg muffin, or McDonalds biscuit with sausage and egg)

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

I feel like I have several tiny collections: enamel pins, dice (weird dice in particular, altho I haven't added to that collection in a while), squishmallows (mostly inherited), vinyl records (ditto, altho I've been gradually adding to it); I have a little bit remaining of what used to be an extensive Lego collection (most of which I left behind). The thing I feel like I'm most deliberate about collecting is probably art, especially from friends. I LOVE getting friend art. (I have art from several mutuals in my house!) I also love curating and displaying it in my space, doing the whole color/shape/theme arranging thing. It makes me very happy.

13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

I used to be particular about my pens, and then I took this architectural design summer class like 10 years ago and got really into writing with pencil, and now that's my favorite. I got one of these a few years ago at a museum gift shop and fell in love, and then discovered that a bookstore downtown carries them, and now I am a person who has a favorite pencil.

21. What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Like with trees, I have MANY favorites, but I will say that I imprinted like a tiny baby duck on the Impressionists when I was 9 going on 10 and there was a HUGE exhibit at the LA County Museum of Art. I was obsessed with the Monet haystacks, and with this specific Van Gogh (somewhere I still have a postcard that I got in the gift shop!)

34. Can you read analog clocks?

So yes, of course, because I am An Old, but I do have a funny story about that, which is that there was a clock in the office at my last job, that a former employee (who later ended up being my boss, you know the guy I mean) had covered all the numbers with the wrong numbers, and we all just kinda got used to it. Like, he had left before I even got there, and it was still like that when we left the office when the pandemic started almost 8 years later, and I wouldn't be surprised if it's still like that. (I even replaced the battery on it twice, I think.)

[50 questions just because]

#fun fact: I once made a scarf that used the fibonacci sequence!#just 1/1/3/5/8 iirc in ribbing #things I collect and favorite historic art crossover: my beloved Andrew Wyeth poster from the 1988 LACMA exhibit #former boss was a not a very good boss but he was a very nice person and quite funny #will I ever get to anything in my to-watch notebook? WHO CAN SAY #ask games

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m0tel6mxzzy · 3 years ago

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a rant on monet de haan and “but og gossip girl was old money”

not to bitch abt racist og gossip girl fans but im gonna bitch abt them. i REMEMBER yalls tone when the show first got promo before it even aired, and weren’t even willing to give it a chance, u just made assumptions bc the entire cast wasnt white.

ppl, specifically og gg tiktok fans, were saying the old show “gives old money” and the new show doesnt, conveniently forgetting chuck’s dad wasn’t born into wealth but became wealthy when chuck was young, making him new money. his dad is worth 22 billion dollars.

monet’s parents are heirs to a new york pharmaceutical company and on her wiki its listed that her family descends from old money. johnson and johnson is one of the biggest and has a net worth 435 billion as the wealthiest pharma company in the us. bc im lazy and dont feel like counting means and stats for the top 10 pharma companies in the us relative to ny, im assuming the de haan company has a networth of 100-400+ billion. whatever her family’s networth is i will happily believe it is more than chuck bass.

and monet’s parent’s donation of the wing had to occur sometime after everyone in the og show including jenny’s grade had graduated constance bc it wasnt yet canon, but just before monet had gone there. if we’re talking as soon as jenny’s grade had graduated, thats between june 2010-aug 2018, and monet would be 5 to 13. i’m going to average that the time the wing was planned to be built was 2014 when she’d by 9 bc i love the idea of little monet dreaming of going to constance with absolute certainty, and bc 2014 is a prettier number. my theory is that greyson and camille were planning to have monet go to CB St Judes ever since she was a child, hence the early donation.

anyway her parents literally paid for wing in constance and it has their names on it w the money from an old new york pharma company they own. and yall are like,,, dying on the hill she, bc she’s part of the reboot, wasnt born into wealth??? and even if she wasnt i know yall didnt just forget the og gg had poc on the show who were also old money or otherwise so loaded rich they could afford constance, but usually they were background characters like the minions, nelly yuki, and raina. the minions who literally only served to do blair’s bidding, and nelly yuki who was opposed bc blair saw her as an academic rival and was willing to sabotage her.

and then raina thorpe whos one of the only black girls in the show w a prominence in the og series, but idk. she’s moreso there bc she was w/ nate and chuck, but also her dad is basically a “villain” in the show and raina gets the short end of the stick and has to suffer for it, which is when she leaves the show. im just saying ofc someone the same race as monet or luna or aki would be happy to see themselves represented on screen and not as a background character or recurring character there only a short amnt of time if they loved the og gg.

and if you personally aren’t? cool thats ok but let ppl who are be happy. you dont need to mount some moral high horse pretending u care abt poc to defend why u hate us being represented in media. yall complain whenever poc are shown in media even when it isnt a reboot but rather an extension of the franchise such as star wars, so i find it hard to believe ur crapping on new reboots in media for having poc bc u actually care abt us being properly represented.

like, factually racism is the only thing convincing yall the old gg is “old money” and the new one isnt. also we need to have a talk abt what yall constitute as old money, bc hf twitter stayed hating on alexa demie for her early 00s fashion for being “cheap” as if paris hilton also wasn’t dressing kinda like alexa currently does in the early 00s while also happening to be an heiress to a hotel brand. and as if hf twt doesn’t constantly worship the air bella hadid breathes for wearing low rise jeans and baby tees which is just as much y2k inspired as what alexa wears.

like,, yall think all rich people, w/in ur very narrow view of what rich old money ppl look like, only ever dress in ralph lauren polos,,,and it’s not even like yall read the gg books to know the og characters wear burberry and ralph lauren which any tiktok old money “connoisseur” would hate for being “flashy,’ but because its in the list of their weird arbitrary rules of crap all old money rich ppl apparently do. if the reboot characters wore burberry scarves and ralph lauren polos w giant logos on the front yall would complain they arent following ur made up rich ppl rules u think applies to everyone who’s an heir to fortune.

yall just forget abt raina and hated gg2021 before it even aired all bc it starred poc, and bc its weird seeing a rich it girl in a position of power who doesnt look like blair or serena. for the de haans to have the money to donate a wing to the school and pay monet’s tuition on top of that and live in the excess monet does simultaneously kinda shows like,,how fucking rich monet is. therefore the attitudes of the students make a lot of sense. and if blair was treating a teacher the way monet does bc she had a wing dedicated to her parents, yall would eat that shit up whether blair was old money or not!!!

listen im a huge gg fan but i also pay attention!!! i am not letting monet de haan slander slide!!!! im all for her being as entitled due to her wealth and carefree as blair was!!! bc blair did some f’ed up shit yet monet being snide w a teacher gets yalls feathers ruffled...and we all know why yall wouldnt have the same reaction if it were audrey doing the same but thats none of my business

#gossip girl #ggrb #monet de haan #gossip girl 2021 #gg 2021 #and if i got the math wrong on when the de haan wing was first planned idc the exact numbers and calculations arent the focus #anyway i spent an hour trying to properly articulate this

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