#codecorazon

[furiaae]

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking♡ ✌️

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES

@codecorazon

There was something about adrenaline that sent Asteria's nervous system into a frenzy, every inch of her skin and every ounce of her muscles feeling as though they were on fire and frozen simultaneously.

It began so abruptly and had lasted an exorbitant amount of time that Asteria couldn't even recall what had triggered the feeling in the first place.

Her thoughts were so far and away that Asteria didn't even have the proper time to register Rosinante's approach until the subsequent short circuiting of her brain in response to-

A kiss???

It was surely one way to bring Asteria back to reality, shocking her system as if you were turning something off and on again. IT only lasted briefly enough to surprise her enough and Asteria's jaw dropped a bit when he pulled away.

"I- You-" Asteria didn't even know how to start, fumbling over her words in such a way that would normally leave her unbelievably embarrassed. "Thank...you.." She wheezed instead.

[rubctosis]

❛ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐚𝐰 ❜ ♡ ✌️

         ✎...ㅤ @codecorazon  asked | Unprompted  ›› Always Accepting

the night sky overhead a tapestry of stars shimmering above the vast, inky sea. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, softened as he gazed at the tall looming figure of the newest member of his crew. The steady rhythm of the waves crashing against the wall of the polar tang was a comforting backdrop, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts swirling within his mind. Law's form was a striking silhouette against the moonlight. He was tall and lean, his body honed by years of relentless training and harsh battles. His hat, a fluffy white cap with black spots, sat atop his mop of unruly , mused hair, casting a shadow over his intense golden eyes. He wore a long black coat with a distinctive fur-lined hood, the Heart Pirates’ jolly roger emblazoned on the back. His hands, marked with tattoos that read "DEATH" across his knuckles, were tucked into his pockets as he stood, a picture of stoic contemplation. until he heard the words fall from the blond's lips. 

 Law's breath hitched, his throat tightening. He had spent years striving to live up to the legacy of the man who had given everything for him. To hear these words, to feel Corazón’s approval, was almost overwhelming.  His usually steady hands trembled as he pulled them from his pockets, clenching them into fists at his sides.The emotions he had kept buried for so long surged to the surface, raw and unfiltered.

   ❝             Thank you . . cora-san. .  -              ❞     he managed to speak out, his voice on the verge of breaking.

[medicus-mortem]

@codecorazon liked [+] for a starter.

   Golden eyes ease open, the boy doing his best to keep his breathing measured. He can’t show any sign he’s awake yet. Not until he knows his kidnapper is sound asleep. The clumsy oaf has started to grow more comfortable around Law and that’ll work in the boy’s favour. The chill that cuts through him tells Law that the fire has died down. That means he’s at least stopped tending the fire. He peers out from the blankets, watching the shadows as he waits for his eyes to adjust to the pale moon light.

   Soon enough Law sees the curled up form of Corazon. The man determined to cure him, to drag him daily through more of the same soul crushing trauma. Not anymore. Trafalgar Law will have nothing to do with this. He’d rather die alone in this forest than suffer the humiliation of another doctor refusing to even look at him.

   Slowly Law slips out of the blankets piled on his small body. When Cora shifts in his sleep, the boy freezes. Watching, waiting. Tension all through his body. This isn’t the first time he’s snuck away from a sleeping adult. The last time was in a war zone and involved breaking a thumb to get out of the hand cuffs. This time should be easier than that and shouldn’t involve him stabbing someone until the guy no longer moves. Still, Law does have a knife on him. Stole it from a tough looking moron a couple towns ago. Been keeping it hidden.

    He gently places the blankets back into place, bunching them up as if a body still lays curled up inside. Then Law moves on silent feet away from the small camp. He melts into the dark forest, slipping away in the night with a smirk on his lips and a raised middle finger.

   “Good fucking riddance,” the boy snarls as he turns away. Time to get back to the business of revenge.

[ncfertari]

ʻ you are so small and fragile. I feel obliged to protect you. ʼ

The young girl glared up at the stranger as he spoke about her size which caused her to inflate her cheeks like a chipmunk. "I don't need your protection you need mine!" Vivi had seen how clumsy the male was and how easily flammable he appeared to be with the number of times he caught on fire.

[sirensofthefiveseas]

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞asked by @codecorazon

Bell-mere sighed softly, resting in the medical bed. She was still in recovery from the events of Oykot, the two little girls she had rescued were currently resting next to her. "You're not supposed ta be the wise one here." She laughed, coughing a moment later when her stitched pulled harshly.

"I think I'm gonna retire. They're talking about sending the girls to some home but...nah. I grew up in one, I won't put them through it"

[umbrx]

❛ ...the world as a whole isn’t so bad. If you destroy it completely, what will you have left to live in? ❜ 

Rustling and the sound of scribbling on paper made him lift his gaze from the history book in hands. A few mere silent second were needed for curiosity to be sated and the book closed—marked with a bookmark for further reading. The question posed wasn't as surprising by itself as much as the chosen MOMENT of its musing or WHOSE lips it came from. He assumed Rosinante's commentary upon Doflamingo's thoughts stated over a family dinner were delayed only due to the SPEED at which the conversation kept going. Unless his younger brother wished to be more open with him, and had decided to open the discussion in private.

Doflamingo looked him over, the face and makeup, the EYES which were so similar yet different to his own. Sometimes they seemed as equally COLD as his, sometimes they seemed as if Rosinante's were even COLDER. A trick of the mind, surely. A caught glance which wasn't ACTUALLY directed at him.

A chuckle filled the space, melodic and low. Someone might even mistake it for an amused one, while it was anything but. He was hoping his brother would UNDERSTAND. He hoped his flesh and blood, having experienced the world on his own for YEARS, having gone through the same fall as Doflamingo had, would KNOW the answer. A part of him hoped they were the SAME.

Perhaps there exist wishes so profound that even godhood is unable to bring them to reality.

❝ It's not a matter of what I will have left, Corazón, it's a matter of what I will create in MY name once I destroy it. ❞

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

❛ Even if you were to stab me in the back, I don’t think I could begrudge you for it. I have never had as much faith in anybody as I have in you. ❜    

A small frown showed as she heard him speak, "I make it a practice not to stab people in the back or betray them unless they bring it upon themselves. If I can say anything, that's how my father raised me." Her answer was quiet as if contemplating things, "It's a bit unconventional in my line of work, but, all pirates and smuggler's have their own honor."

She then flashed a tired smile as the cigarette smoke roiled behind her. "Get some sleep, neh? You look like you could do with a week of it." That cheeky ass grin showed as she teased the older man.

[heavens-sin]

@codecorazon replied to your post: no go back from where you came

  The     heavenly     yaksha     stayed   silent   in   contemplation,     the     disdain     on     his     face     deepening.     ❝     now   DEAR   brother      you   wound   me                ❞     The   words   roll   off   his   tongue   effortlessly,   the   tone   of   his   voice   venomous,   his   grin   wide   and   feral   as   his   fingers   toyed   with   the   piercing   adorning   his   lips.   he   wouldn't   dare   harm   a   feather   on    family   bird.   again

[theallblue]

❛ 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲. 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀. ❜

when it gets hard || sentence starters. |still accepting|

A childhood trauma was one thing that tended to easily affect Sanji when those friendly memories decided to make an appearance. Whether it was in the form of a nightmare or if it decided to appear in another form depending on the situation. It was a heavy burden that he tended to carry on his shoulders because of the last name that followed him around. A name that he couldn’t flee from that easily even though he was no longer living in Germa. Even though he had managed to find people who he didn’t hesitate to claim as his friends, to claim as family. 

It was because of Zeff that Sanji managed to find his place. It was because of Luffy and given the right push that he became apart of this reckless crew of pirates. Sanji knew where he needed to be though. 

He wanted to be here. He wanted to find that legendary part of the sea which had been written among the pages of that familiar book, a book that kept him company during his childhood. That was until he was able to escape from those gray-colored bars that kept him hidden from the outside world. His sister was the only reason why Sanji was able to escape, a sister who had his trust among the rest of their family who still called Germa home. 

It was his secret to carry that he was apart of the Vinsmoke name. It was because of Law though that the crew managed to cross paths with the one known as Corazon. 

A man who ended up noticing that something was off about Sanji who was dealing with another sleepless night again. It was the reason why he decided to take another watch that would easily last deep into the night because of his insomnia. Because of the difficult memories that lingered heavily on his shoulders. 

With a cigarette resting between his fingers, he wanted to laugh while those difficult memories weren’t making those nights any better. It was unknown if things would get better for him, it was unknown if he would be able to get over that past 

“It depends on how one looks at it. I didn’t have the best childhood growing up, not until Zeff found me.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@codecorazon asked: ❛ 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿-𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗚𝗼𝗱. ❜ // 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗮! ♡ 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏���𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

"Vibe che-- Are you fucking kidding me!?" Ikkaku shouted, teeth bared and fists clenched as she felt her blood pressure already rising. This man. This strange, clumsy man who had apparently made such an impression on her captain over a decade ago to inspire Law to spend half his life plotting revenge, was, in her opinion, best off locked in a padded room where there were no sharp objects or fire or anything else that could cause him harm.

Because, really, he was a walking disaster. Corazon or Rosinante or whatever his name was was a 9'7.5" hazard who Law had apparently thought was dead for all these years.

Ikkaku had already nearly lost Law because of a suicidal mission in this man's name. She refused to lose her captain because the man managed to get himself killed after he'd miraculously gotten him back.

Marching over to the tall blonde, the engineer glared up at him, jabbing her finger into his chest. "You listen here. Law clearly thinks the world of you, and if you 'dying' fucked him up as bad as he is the first time, you can only imagine how bad it would be a second. So, as far as I'm concerned, your life is more precious than all the treasure on this ship. You don't get to risk it so carelessly. One more 'vibe check from God' and I'll build you some kind of fucking protective bubble. Are we clear?"

[furiaae]

❝ I’m not sorry, but thank you for enduring me as long as you did. That’s more than I’d ever ask of you.❞

𝐉𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

@codecorazon

There was a distinct look of shock that came across Asteria's face at his words, as if she hadn't expected to hear anything like that coming from him.

"I don't...endure people. If I do not find a point in being around someone then I do not waste my time with them." She admitted bluntly as she accidentally snapped the stem of the flower she had been fiddling with prior.

It was never something she'd admit often, if at all, so it was strange to hear it come from herself so easily. "I do not endure you, Cora. I...treasure our brief times together." Asteria raised the flower to be level with her eyes as she spun it gently before turning her gaze to the other instead.

[aamaranthiine]

❛  i wish we had more time together . .  ❜

( random dialogue prompts. - accepting - for @codecorazon )

There is a pair of seagulls perched above their heads, plump and preening under the warm sun, their trilling a distant conversation she can hear. Standing on the deck of her two-person Sloop, Amalthea regards the lanky frame of Rocinante crouching on the pier where her boat had been moored. She appreciated he was more at eye level like this, since having to crane her neck to meet his gaze could get a bit irksome at times.

"Time's a funny thing," she comments in reply, "how it seems to move so fast in amicable company." Coiling rope in her hands to be stowed properly, stepping to the edge of her vessel to be closer to him. "Time might yet see us cross paths again," Thea reassures him, having found herself endeared to his company over the brief tenure of their time together.

A bit of rustling around in a storage compartment, straightening up to lean over and offer Roci a slip of paper. "Here, it's my Den Den frequency, if you need my services in the future." Never knew when one might require a Pose for a specific island, or maps for seas not yet traveled. "Fair winds and calm tides to you," an old sailor's farewell as her ship is pushed away from the docks and the wind catches the sail.

[mingos]

❛ 𝙒𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . . 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. ❜

　　　　　❝ no. no. you don't get to say this to me. ❞

　despite doflamingo's vow of noncooperation via silence ー his apostate of a brother had leaked details of all future plans to the marines, so what more needed to be said ー it only took a few words from rosinante for him to abandon all pretense.

the seastone restraints that threatened to steal back what energy he recouped while sleeping, the humiliation of being tethered to the floor of the brig, the withholding of food when no marine was brave enough to handfeed the wild animal in the body of the prisoner whose arms & legs were bound ー none of that roused his emotions quite like this.

❝ whose fault is that? ❞ sarcastic. biting. accusatory. the seastone drain on his spirit was nothing in the face of his rage. something about an immovable object & an unstoppable force. he paused for a moment, as if the question were anything but rhetorical, but the reality was he needed to catch his breath before the depth of how winded just talking while burdened with all this seastone ー enough to incapacitate three men of his size, surely ー had made him, let alone shouting.

　he didn't need pity. he didn't want it. not from him, not from anyone.

　❝ i was almost there. i had almost built back everything father took from us. while mary geoise & the world government dogged me every day for fourteen years ー i'd almost done it. me! and now it's all gone, again ー because of you. ❞

[ncfertari]

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

The young girl was sitting down at the table eating as her and Rosinante were given shelter by an elderly couple as they were running from the people after her. It was made clear early on, that the assassins wanted the princess dead and not alive as any attempts to take her back were not taking into account her well being. It was storming outside as they were both soaked to the bone, when they stumbled across the home in the middle of nowhere. So they took a chance to take shelter and the couple was more than nice to help them. Vivi had a warm bath and wearing old clothes that were laying around while her guardian ushered upstairs to bath himself as well.

The bluenette was drinking some hot coco, as the elderly couple were gathered around doting on the young child and chatting among themselves about their own grandchildren. Vivi was happy and was beginning to feel safe, hoping that maybe she would be able to sleep tonight without any fear of the people after her. However, the illusion did not last long when two gunshots went off killing the elderly couple in an instant. Blood splattered everywhere and some landed on the young girl herself as she screamed at the top of her lungs. She had fallen to the ground shaking and trembling badly as the panic had set in.

Her mind was a racing storm with thoughts of fear and guilt blaming herself for causing them to die. Her heart was racing inside of her chest as sweat was forming across her brow. The sound of her blood rushing was the only thing she could hear, not taking into account the arms that had wrapped around her body to shield her from the sight of the dead couple. Slowly, she reached toward their bodies as the wet crimson dripped down the side of her face. It was not her own, but everything was a blur. The gunshots were still firing off as her body was trembling and the tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt as if a boa constrictor was squeezing her chest as she could not breathe and she grabbed her dress over her heart. If the blonde was talking or saying anything, all Vivi could hear was buzzing and a high-pitched ringing as everything felt like it was spinning. It must have been urgent when the male scooped the princess up and they rushed back outside in the rain. She was placed tightly against his chest as she was closing her eyes trying to calm back down. The only noises she was making were wheezing and gasping for air until a while later when they slowed down.

Hiding under some bushes, she finally found her voice as she looked up at the male crying she spoke in a cracked voice, “T-they we-were ki-killed because of me…..I killed them…” After she was able to finish her statement she fell to her knees sobbing against his chest as she hugged him. It was all her fault and the princess feared that she could be the death of Rosinante as well.

[rubctosis]

please dont encourage this cora-san.

Yes. He agrees law is ‘baby girl’. /

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event. // In this case the person is Doflamingo ( from here )

It was something alright to have a tall lanky man to approach you with a gig especially coming from splitting off of Shanks' crew, and it being a marine at that. Much less an undercover one that needed a partner to make sure someone had his back on an assignment. "Aight, fine. Don't twist my arm and make sure my ass doesn't get hauled to Impel Down if we're caught, neh?" She groused as she looked into those reddish brown eyes.

She had brought him onto her ship before squirreling away the flag that Shanks gave her if she sailed in his territory. It wasn't long until her crew began being pieced together until the sight of the Doflamingo's flag. "You said he was your brother right?" A look of trepidation showed and a bad feeling crept in. "How's he going to handle me being around?"