#herztakt

[a-musing-mixologist]

valentine's day application

Name: asshat trafalgar law Age: 26 Do you like to cuddle?: at night, yes Can we make-out?: we really should A night in or dinner out?: night in Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: strawberries! What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm portable Would you cook for me?: onigiri with meat fillings Would you let me cook for you?: only if you don't tell killer

Valentine's Applications || Accepting I GUESS

Yes, he supposes this one gets approved. As if it was even needed, though there's a soft smile on his lips as he tucks it into his vest. Romantic is the last adjective he'd use to describe himself, but Law's presence has stirred a desire to do something for this blasted holiday. When the surgeon returned to their empty room, he'd find a yellow tulip and what appeared to be a handmade music box sitting on the table. However, it didn't play a melody, instead tapping out a rhythm that the other would understand - coordinates and a time. The location would turn out to be a secluded cove north of where the Victoria was currently docked, and the time sunset.

[aamaranthiine]

( @herztakt / a reply from here. )

She looks mighty pleased with herself, thoroughly entertained by the simple gestures being passed around. And a little twinge of her healing ability never hurt anyone either! "I think it is just for today, a holiday for mischief and harmless fun." The zoan leans on Law, "Fair game to boop me back."

[3katanas]

@herztakt continued from here

"Some would claim its in our nature." He finally muttered after recovering from the shock of the other naming him for what he was. Yet it had been the knowledge that he knew his true powers anyway that had allowed him to fight to his full ability. Granted the hesitation to reveal his fire-bending in the first place was what had lead to his injury. A brutal cut down his thigh.

The assassins had learned after the cut what he truly was. Flames erupt around him in a natural defensive reflex. Only his years of training with some of the greatest fire-bending masters allowed him to keep the flames from the Doctor at his side. The doctor who had defended his back and was now healing his wounds.

Remaining still under the glowing hands that now hovered over his leg he added, unable to help himself. "Why are water-benders always running to people's aid?"

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@herztakt replied to this post:

"Sounds like an excuse to eat plenty of unhealthy food for a day just like the one with the pumpkis but in cute ..."

"Oh, absolutely, and I'll take that excuse. But I keep hearing about some dead guy coming back and on my island, the last time we had dead people rising from their graves it was a whole thing. Like, I just need to know if there are zombies on the loose and if we've gotta cremate them. Man, this really is starting to sound like that holiday with the pumpkins..."

[seaoftales]

@herztakt sent: “ you did what you could. ” (for mihawk) / source.

❝ Then why does it feel like it wasn't enough? ❞

The question slipped off his lips in a mere whisper. He was by far no knight in shining armour, kept out of pointless squabbles when possible, tried to stick to the sidelines when opportunity allowed for it, moving in the shadows even if the sword he carried allowed little in terms of not being noticed. Still, there were some things Mihawk would never stand for, and that was meaningless bloodshed over things that could have been avoided.

The situation in question involved half a dozen corpses, five of them being Marines and one a man in perhaps his late thirties, a child crying next to him. The man, clearly struggling and trying to make ends meet to feed his family, resorted to stealing, and what damage did he do --- ten, maybe twenty berries worth of goods so his child could eat? Yet the Marines deemed that a crime enough to take him in. It was when Mihawk got involved, though too late as the commotion had already started, and one stray bullet shot from one of the rifles was enough to take the man out for good.

❝ Ironic, isn't it? We as Warlords should act as balance between the Marines and Yonko, but more often than not have to stand between the Marines and civilians. ❞ It was at least something he tried to do. Corrupt Marines and the not-so-noble kind of them weren't exactly news in the world, though it appeared more and more of them surfaced every day.

[songofnoheart]

'Happy Birth Day," Law offers a bottle of milk and one of rum to thr musician. "Heard it's your special day."

"Yohohoho! You could say it is!" The skeleton replied, gratefully accepting both bottles. "I am actually trying to reclaim it! I was simply lucky to remember the date. Couldn't really celebrate for a while since I had no idea how the time was passing." The Florin Triangle didn't have days and nights, it was just... Dark.

"But unlike Zoro-san, I can't drink the whole thing on my own." The musician waved the bottle with rum in the air, pulling a pair of teacups seemingly out of nowhere. "Would you like to join me for a cup? Yohoho!"

[naviculariis]

@herztakt sent: The Water's Fine (heart pirates onsen trip)

From here.

ㅤ⠀❝A hot spring?❞ Penguin repeated, head tilting to the side as he considered the offer. A hot spring would be nice; hell, just being on solid ground currently was nice. And having to not share a small, confined space with twenty other people. Listen, he loved the Crew, he did, but sometimes- things get cramped. Rising from his seat, he stretched, listening to the way his back popped with the movement. ❝Count me in.❞ He nodded, head bobbing in an almost bird-like manner as his lips curved into a grin, baring sharpened teeth.

ㅤ⠀Shachi yawned, stretching out across the bed now that Penguin had moved. ❝Sure- I think you need it more than any of us, though, Cap. You took a beating- how’re your ribs?❞ Always the worrier, Shachi sat up, not bothering to fix his hat as it decided that the bed was where it belonged. Instead, he pulled a hair tie from his wrist to tie up the auburn strands into a low, small pony tail. ❝Is there an Onsen here that’ll cater to Pirates? Or that’ll even allow visible tattoos?❞

❝Is that a thing?❞ Penguin asked, frowning. ❝That’s a stupid rule, if that’s a thing.❞

❝You’re a stupid rule.❞

❝That makes no sense-❞

Good luck, Law.

[fleurdemonio]

💋

—Send a Heart for a Specific Kiss! (accepting)

He's fallen asleep at the desk again.

She can't help the quiet chuckle that escapes her lips — she's been in this same predicament more times than she can count. Passed out on a stack of books, pages stuck to her face, spilling a bottle of ink all over the floor.

Robin takes great care organizing the loose leaves of paper scattered across the desk, marking his pages in the books with the attached ribbons and stacking them out of his way. She fetches a blanket from the chest in the corner and drapes it over his shoulders, bending down to kiss his temple before attempting to sneak out of the cabin unnoticed.

[hexellent]

@herztakt asked: [𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.]

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

"Hmph." Luffy grunts at his fellow captain, looking less than pleased. Law was always like this, turning down anything even remotely fun for whatever boring thing he wanted to do. Often reprimanding Luffy in the process for just doing what he wanted. And what was so bad about it anyways?? Everything usually worked out!

Luffy wasn't about to let the other go so quickly. Without a second thought, he stretched his arm to grab Law's shoulder, but instead of pulling back, he propels onto the other's back and clings like an annoying koala.

"I'm not a distraction!! You're just grumpy all the time Torao!" A childish whine rings under his words, a pout quickly forming along with a creased brow.

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?

FC or story first when you develop an OC?

Questions for Mun

Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?

Answered {here}

Also adding to that I love talking about ships and hypothetical ships. Like just throw two characters out to me and we can make it a big deal. I'm here for it.

FC or story first when you develop an OC?

I end up creating OCs as a part of another's stories. It's sort of what's happening right now with Cherise. For her, I wanted to create a baseball themed OP character. And then she developed into a baseball themed character with a devil fruit. And then it spiraled, and now I've got her entire crew and their vibes but I have no idea what anyone looks like. I know their names, baseball positions, and crew spots.

I love the freedom I have with writing where I can make literally anyone, it's ended up in my bunny pirate for a novel manuscript I have. His name is Captain Earlong "Bluespots" Hoppersniff. He's a good pirate captain.

I usually rely on dollmakers for as accurate a FC as possible because my art skills are nonexistent, so I've got a lot of ones that I frequent if you ever need a place to make up a quick character appearance (lately I've been just using the sims).

Under the cut is Captain Bluespots. Made with a bunny dollmaker.

[a-musing-mixologist]

@herztakt

He's lounging on the couch, half-dressed and feet resting comfortably on the coffee table, watching one of those How-It's-Made shows. Killer is next to him, scrolling through his phone. After a moment, the blond looks up, doing a double take.

"... Ain't that Law's dog?"

"Huh?" Kid blinks at his partner, turning to follow his gaze and finding himself face-to-face with a grinning ball of white fuzz. He falls back against his partner with a startled yelp, and Onigiri cheerfully bounds off the arm of the sofa and onto his stomach. "The hell are you doin' here?" The little dog offers no answer, running in a circle on his abs.

"Weird. Door ain't open. Pretty sure it's locked, actually." Killer offers a hand, which Onigiri licks enthusiastically.

Kid groans, pulling out his phone.

[💛💀]: wHY IS YOUR HAIRBALL IN MY APARTMENT??

[aamaranthiine]

valentine's day application

Name: Trafalgar Age: 26, almost 27 Do you like to cuddle?: mh, i guess Can we make-out?: just sitting together, talking, maybe holding hands, that could be nice A night in or dinner out?: a night in, we can stay up for as long as we want just take out time to talk and whatever we feel for, reading or games Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: either works or we could go for something salty if you prefer a proper dinner What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm easygoing, we don't have to do anything fancy, just spending time together sounds nice Would you cook for me?: there are a few simple meals i can do Would you let me cook for you?: if you wish

( valentines day applications - accepting / for @herztakt )

It's just for a little fun, surely even she is allowed that luxury? Thea couldnt remember the last time she'd made a conscious effort to make and maintain amicable ties with someone. (Or maybe she did, and it just felt like a dream now.. As these things did when she was too long as human or other.) She had filled out one of the Valentines papers at the insistence of a few of the Heart's crew, not expecting one to be returned in kind!

Mirth is warm and fuzzy as it tickles over her skin, the heat crawling up to her neck and cheeks. Silly. That's what this is. Yet the artificer folds the paper up and slots it into the pocket of her vest. She would hold onto this, it would make a cute addition to one of her treasure caches that spanned the years.

And maybe she'd bother Law later too.

[3katanas]

@herztakt continued from here

Dark eyes, a tribute to his waterbending mother versus the golden of the fire nation, narrowed upon the other for a long moment. Taking in the tension in the older man's body for a long moment before taking the other's queue and changing the topic. His body half dropping into the seat next to the other before he leaned back with a sigh, hand massaging his tired legs for a moment. "My errands took less time than I thought they would."

Waving the waiter down he ordered a bottle of wine and food before placing a scroll on the table between them and pushing it towards the other. "Found something you might want to take a look at."

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@herztakt asked: 🐰 Send 🐰 to put a pair of bunny ears on my muse! (Still Accepting!)

"Getting in on the fun, Captain?" Ikkaku giggled, happily putting on the bunny ears. She didn't really understand the whole tradition of the bunnies and the eggs and whatnot, but hey, any day where chocolate and cuteness reigned supreme was a day she could get behind.

Adjusting the headband so the ears were perfectly centered, she held her head up high for Law's inspection. "Bepo's round bear ears are cuter, but I think I pull these off pretty well!"

[seaoftales]

Now there was a face one didn't see every day, especially not this far away from the town and port the Red Force was currently docked at.

It was really pure coincidence Javi stumbled upon the Heart Pirates when he did as he was out and about exploring as he normally did whenever he had time. With the ship docked and the crew staying in town for a few days, just to do some restocking on supplies and unwinding in whichever bar had the most booze.

By the early afternoon, the young sailor was done with his chores, helped Lucky Roux haul some of the food into the pantry and otherwise helped mostly Bonk Punch and Rockstar getting everything else into the hull. There was still plenty of time he had left after that to do with whatever he pleased, which he promptly used to to disappear into the more uncharted territories of the island.

It's how he found himself where he was now, with the other crew in front of him along with their captain, whose face he recognized from the wanted posters.

❝ You're one of the guys who took down Big Mom, eh? ❞

@herztakt ♥'d

[gxdmade]

@herztakt asked: [Birthday Boy!]

law sent usopp a dark sealed wooden box via newspaper seagul to the sniper. the card on top is simple reading: 'this box contains seeds collected on our journey of some dangerous plants, as well as the toughest spices of the world. you're building impressive gunpowders out of the strangest ingredients so i thought this might come in handy one day, trafalgar' there is a hint that the happy birthday on top of the message had been carefully removed with a rubber.

A package? Huh, he never gets those. The dark box is a little ominous, and he briefly wonders if he's gonna find something awful inside...(Please don't be a severed limb. Please don't be a severed limb...) Plucking the card from the top, a mix of relief and amusement hit the sniper first. He laughs, seeing the roughly rubbed out birthday message, and grins upon reading the rest of the message.

"Aw sweet! Guess it's time to expand my garden! Wonder what these lil babies will be." He pokes at the seeds, inspecting them, before looking over the spices. "Heheh. Who knew Captain Grumpy was such a softy?"