#op monet

[cryingpariah]

No quirky titles this time I make all of these at exclusively 2:30am and I sleepy

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Some characters who i love the designs of!

[askharpymonet]

(( While Monet is not a popular character, you can find some entries with her on AO3. According to the fic numbers there, most popular ships are:

Law x Monet Doflamingo x Monet Viola x Monet

So I present you with some shippy art! Hope you like 'em.

Are there other Monet ships you like/support? Personally, besides LawxMonet, I think RobinxMonet is an interesting dynamic. ViolaxMonet also grew on me while I was drawing them together. Feel free to share your thoughts! ))

[vampenjoyer]

twitter requests i really like 🥱 (HIS HAND IS ABOVE THE PANTS THIS IS A SFW IMAGE OF TWO GROWN MEN CUDDLING LIKE LITTLE HOMOS).

[crowliphale]

Twitter character requests

[tuquidflamingo]

Happy birthday to best girl Monet! 🪽🪽

[fmlopla]

Punk Hazard Arc!

I have many more episodes to go but I just couldn’t help myself

[vogelspinne]

Harpy Monet ❄

[moxie-girl]

one piece x gravity falls au. i looove putting law in situations™

doffy is grunkle stan in this au, just fyi :3

[tokiro07]

I've been talking about Monet so much on twitter lately that I didn't realize there was analysis I did there but not here

Stussy has been being built up as a parallel to Monet for a while now

Both work for World Nobles (Monet for Doflamingo, Stussy as a member of CP0)

Both are assistants to MADS scientists (Monet to Caesar, Stussy to Vegapunk)

Both were "created" in a lab (Monet was turned into a harpy by Law's surgery, Stussy is a clone created by Vegapunk)

Both were double agents (Monet was spying on Caesar, Stussy betrayed CP0 upon Vegapunk's request)

Both intended to sacrifice themselves for their masters (Monet for Doflamingo, Stussy for Vegapunk)

However, more than being a 1:1 recreation of Monet's character, Stussy also serves as her narrative foil

Monet's wings give her an angelic aesthetic, while Stussy's give her a demonic one

Monet pretended to work for a scientist while hiding her association with a World Noble while Stussy worked for the World Nobles while hiding her association with a scientist

When Monet told Doflamingo her plan to sacrifice herself, he ordered her to die for him, while when Stussy told Vegapunk her plan, he ordered her to live

With how closely their stories resemble each other, it's interesting that Stussy's introduces an extra wrinkle: her feelings on the team that she betrayed

While we don't know Stussy's opinion on the World Nobles, she is stated to consider her fellow CP0 agents Kaku and Lucci to be her friends. Vegapunk apologizes for forcing Stussy to choose between loyalty to him and her friendship with them, when under better circumstances she would have liked to be true to both sides of her life rather than compromising one for the other

If Monet and Stussy are so similar, why then doesn't Monet have a parallel conflict of interest?

Because secretly, she does have one

I've said many times that Monet viewed the Punk Hazard children as her own children, and that while she was complicit in the inevitably fatal experiments being performed on them, she made every effort to give them happy lives in the time they had. She was protective of them despite Doflamingo only being concerned with Caesar's SMILE production, and she even referred to herself as their parent

So when it came time to choose between the children and Doflamingo, just like Stussy, Monet chose loyalty over personal interest. Their lives and everything they want are secondary to the people they've already dedicated their lives to

When Vegapunk told Stussy to survive and follow her heart, she chose to free Kaku, her friend. Given the opportunity, if Doflamingo had told Monet to follow her heart, what would she have done with that freedom? I would like to think that helping rehabilitate the children from Caesar's experiments would have been high up on her list

Perhaps that's why Monet hasn't come back into the story; with Doflamingo imprisoned, Monet is free to follow her heart (though I suppose she'll have to find it first), and may either be trying to help the children, or she may be trying to find a family of her own. Personally, I hope her journey circles back to the main plot and her found family ends up being the Straw Hat Crew

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's August 27th

Happy birthday to Monet of the Donquixote Pirates! She was 30.

[the-bar-sinister]

Taken In By The Mark (3026 words) by Dave Strider Chapters: 1/1 Additional Tags: Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Backstory, Pre-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Twisted Hurt/Comfort, Homelessness, POV Monet

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The back alleys of Caladiea weren’t any place for a child. The small summer island in the North Blue had long since been overtaken by factories and the smog of modern industry in the service of the World Government. Unsanitary streets, disease, and the growing population of cutthroats and thieves born of desperation all made for a dangerous childhood.

But as far as Monet was concerned, anything was better than the heavy hand of her parents and the brutal control they exerted over her until her escape into the muck and ash of Caladiea’s streets.

The day she found Sugar, younger than even she was, cowering by the industrial trash with sunburnt skin and a feverish temperature Monet had taken her in as a younger sister. The world wasn’t kind, and it wasn’t any place for anyone as young as they were but at the very least Monet could protect her.

Monet could read very well. It was the only thing she would ever thank her parents for, in their insistence that even a ‘worthless leech’ like her should know how to read and apply herself to succeed in the world of industry.

With her reading came knowledge, skill, guile. It was that guile that she turned towards the protection of her newly bonded little sister and herself. Quick fingered pickpocketing turned to the use of charm and deceit to fool hapless idiots out of their berries before they’d even known they’d been robbed.

Con jobs, helped by her little sister and her extraordinary innocent act, became the only thing that kept the two of them fed. They were dirty, covered in the ash from the factory’s smokestacks, they slept in the streets or in the occasional abandoned house, but they were at least able to eat enough to survive another day. That was what was important. 

Today was a day like any other, Monet had washed herself in the polluted river enough to pass for a respectable citizen and scouted the town for marks as her sister prepared the supplies back in their makeshift home. 

They didn't have to wait long before a very likely looking pair happened along from the direction of the city's port. They were a pair of quite tall men and obviously visitors since Monet was sure she'd have recognized their looming figures and flashy looks if she'd ever seen them around town before. 

The taller of them had a long, expressive face and long honey colored ringlets of hair under a bicorne hat in an outlandish pattern.There was a cloak around his shoulders, and he walked with a distinct slouch, hands on his pockets, as if instinctively trying to put himself more on the level of the others around him. His companion was not quite as tall but walked straight backed and proud, turning his head with interest at the various sights in the streets. His hair was cropped short and he wore a bright pair of sharp sunglasses, and a long feather cloak over flashy beach fashion.

They had three traits that Monet looked for in a mark. First, they were foreign. Second, they looked rich.

And third– they looked stupid.

The calculation was easy to make. These dumb, rich men from some distant island were going to put food on Sugar and Monet’s table by the end of the night whether they liked it or not. Not a single merchant or traveler could resist their ‘sad little orphan girl’ routine.

She blended into the crowd just behind them before she conjured up some fake tears and ran forward to bump into the taller of them with a squeaky shout. The first thing she had to do was conjure up a little sympathy.

The illusion of tearful desperation always made a good start. 

The idiot kept walking. He almost stepped on her, before his companion put an arm out in front of his chest.

"Di, I think somebody just bumped into you," the one in sunglasses said, tilting his head down to look.

Monet looked up at the man with tears streaming from her eyes and a look of anguish etched on her face. Her deep green hair had fallen out of its messy bun, and her glasses lay askew on the bridge of her nose.

It looked pathetic, something she knew would only help her as she sniffed and pressed her hand to her face. “O-ow.. I’m sorry, sirs…P-pardon me.” 

"Di" looked down at her with a dubious expression, and the edge of his wide mouth twitched. "Yeah, you're pardoned. Don't worry about it, kid."

He moved to step around her, but his friend blocked him again. There was a wide, almost worrying smile on his face.

"Hold on, Di. Give me a sec." Sunglasses smiled broadly, and the other guy looked between him and her with raised eyebrows.

Di held up his hands. "You got it, Doffy."

"Doffy" squatted down toward her. "Hey kiddo, what's up?"

Monet sniffed again, almost choking as her nose started to run. 

“S-sorry, I shouldn’t trouble you! I have to f-find someone to help me, it’s my sister!” She glanced from side to side, brow furrowing as she watched the crowd move around them in typical city indifference. “Nobody’s listening to me when I t-tell them, but she’s in danger.” 

"She's in danger, huh?" Doffy said, his smile never wavering. "And you're looking for some help? What kind of help does your sister need?"

"Doffy," Di sighed again, but there was a patient affection in his tone that Money rarely heard. What troubled her more was the way his posture shifted, and his hand went to the hilt of a sword that had been hidden under his cloak until then.

Monet jolted backwards, and made it as clear as she could that she noticed. The real sting of terror helped the act as she took a step back. 

“I’m s-sorry for bothering you, sirs. I d-didn’t even mean to run into you, I s-swear.” He gave them a nervous smile as her too-large glasses slipped down her face. “We need to s-sell our stock by nightfall or they’re going to withhold my rations and take her away.” 

At that, Di's hand left his sword. "See? She's just a beggar, Doffy."

"You were worried she was going to lead us into a trap, Di?" Doffy laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest, and turned back to look at her. "Are you a beggar, kid?"

This was not the way the con was supposed to go.

“N-not exactly.” Monet murmured as she pushed up her slipping glasses “...my sister and I are orphans.”

She shifted uncomfortably at the crowd, and internally…as her expectations for the grift went awry. Her voice dropped into a whisper. 

“Some men, I think they’re in a gang, make us sell stock they steal from the factories for ‘em. If we don’t, they…they don’t feed us. They’ve threatened to take my sister, too. I think they might want to sell her to the World Government, or to pirates!” 

"Is that so?" Doffy asked with a frown of concern. He leaned closer toward Monet. "And these men– what would you do to them if you could?"

"Doffy, she's just a beggar, don't bother. If you want me to give her some coins, I will, and we can check out the rest of–."

Doffy held his hand up, and snapped his fingers shut. Di immediately stopped talking.

Monet was taken aback for a moment, staring up at him through her thick glasses. The men in question didn’t exist, just the cobbled together amalgamation of everything that kept her and Sugar in the streets. A little of her father, a little of whoever had thrown a little girl in the trash, a little of the rough and cruel residents of the criminal back alleys who’d steal what little they could make if they weren’t just as rough and cruel as they were.

So she answered honestly. 

“If they threatened Sugar and I…if they hurt us or tried to tear us apart” she murmured. “I’d make them suffer before I killed them. If I could do anything, if I were strong enough, that’s what I’d do.”

She wiped at her eyes, grimacing slightly as she wondered if she was too open…if it broke her character too much to be honest with the looming stranger. 

The strange, sunglass wearing man called 'Doffy' smiled widely again as his friend loomed over them dubiously. Doffy looked up at the other man, and gestured to Monet as if to convey something that she couldn't quite understand. Di shrugged, and nodded.

Doffy turned his wide smile back on her. "These men don't exist, do they, kid?" The truth lanced right through her and she looked at his smile with wide eyed terror. Her heart hammered in her chest before he continued. "But that anger– that desire to make people hurt for hurting you, and your sister, that's real, isn't it?"

She answered slowly, hearing her own voice shaking.

“How…how did you know?” She swallowed thickly and nodded her head “it’s…yes. It’s real. It’s as real as anything.” 

The impenetrable red lenses of the man's glasses seemed to reflect a fire that simply wasn't there as he pinned her with his gaze.

"I know because I know what it's like to be where you are. To have to do anything to survive. To eat out of the trash. To be angry at anyone and everyone and ready to move the world if only you had the tools to do it. Is that how you feel?"

Monet felt the horrible itching feeling that the polluted water she had to wash with always caused, remembered the taste of half-rotten food eaten out of the trash behind restaurants or mockingly discarded at their feet by the factory’s rich.

Sugar’s face as she suffered from heat stroke and exhaustion in a back alley alone flashed in her mind as she nodded with a hardening of her golden eyes.

“Y-yes sir. It is” her fists clenched tightly beside her as she took a deep breath. “I hate the world with all my heart. If I had the chance I’d burn it down if it meant makin’ it a little better for Sugar.” 

Doffy's smile, if possible, got even wider. Unsettlingly wide. He leaned his face close to her face, squatting on his tiptoes.

"I'm going to make you an offer, and I'm only going to make it once," he said. "Come and work for me, you and your sister. Join my family. I'm a very bad man, and if you work for me, you'll hurt a lot of people who walk by orphans on the street every day. Join my family, and we can burn the ugly world down together."

Monet’s heart skipped a beat but didn’t hesitate. She nodded firmly. She knew Sugar would understand, she’d make the same choice in her shoes.

Neither one of Caladiea’s Forgotten would turn down the promise of vengeance and fire.

“Thank you, sir…We’ll join your family, if you’ll take us, we’ll join you. You won’t regret it.” 

Doffy stood up, looking regal suddenly in his feather coat framed by the little bit of light that filtered in between the buildings and the smokestacks. "Welcome to the Donquixote family!"

Monet felt the sting of genuine tears at the corner of her eyes, and found herself genuinely smiling as the light caught her glasses.

Family had never been kind to Monet before, not the sort you’re born into. To a girl of the streets, family were the people you found who you could trust to stand with you against the cruelty of the world. People who’d be just as cruel as you if it meant mutual protection.

The Donquixote Family, if it lived up to its promise, might have been Monet and Sugar’s first shot at a real home.

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Doffy had asked her if she wanted to be carried as they headed off to go get her sister. He'd asked her her name, and told him his– Doflamingo, and his friend was Diamante.

Diamante had told her that she should address Doffy as 'young master' for the most part.

The group of them headed through the winding alleyways, past the makeshift and ramshackle shelters of her fellow downtrodden as she curled in Doflamingo’s arms. She’d allowed herself to be carried, too curious about the ‘young master’ to say no to the offer.

She knew she shouldn’t trust anyone, much less strangers, implicitly. The times she’d tried, she’d only ended up worse off in the end. But there was something about the grinning man that calmed her fears. Maybe it was the malice in his smile, none of it directed at her. Maybe it was the honesty of his promise. He was a bad man, and she wasn’t much better. But good men don’t shake the world– and Doflamingo, her young master, seemed impressed by her drive and fury.

Would Sugar feel the same way when she met him?

She hung tighter to him, pointing him down a narrow inlet behind a packaging facility. “That way.”

It was a cramped, narrow space between discarded boxes and refuse…a bit further in , Monet knew her ‘home’ was. Formed of wooden shipping crates and blankets stolen from homes and washing lines in the middle of the night, it was a rudimentary shelter for two where they could divvy up the spoils and eat whatever they had earned for the day.

It was a hovel, for children of the street.

They didn’t even have to reach it though. Huddled pathetically next to a shipping box of matchboxes was Sugar, visible mostly as a shaking form wrapped almost completely in a ratty old handmade cloak.

The matchboxes were stolen from one of the matchstick factories in town. Day by day the ‘little salesgirl’ con would go off with different stock depending on what they could find.

"Well, this definitely does suck," Diamante grumbled, shoulders hunched even more as they navigated the narrow alleyways.

"It's disgusting," Doflamingo said brightly, pushing one of the crates with his foot. "Bet you want to burn it before we leave."

"You know me so well, Doffy."

"If Monet and her sister want to burn it, we'll burn it," he cooed. "Go on and bring out your sister."

He set Monet down, and wiped off his shirt.

Monet smiled nervously up at him before she straightened out her mussed dress. “Alright, young master…” 

The word still felt strange on her tongue. Not bad…but strange.

She scampered expertly past the boxes, and called out “Sugar! It’s Monet!”

The lump of fabric by the matchsticks shifted and rose with a bleary exhaustion typical of the malnourished. It was part of the 'act' that was unfortunately easy to tap into for the two of them. Her cloak fell down. Her sea-green hair was a mess, hardly resembling the rough-cut bob it really was with how it matted down with sweat and chemical-laced ash from the smokestacks.

She looked up at her with a smile, watching her with one good eye, her left eye cloudy and damaged ever since she found her baking in the sun. 

“Monet…” She coughed softly and reached to fish around in the wooden crate “you brought someone who’s gonna buy ou–”

Monet dropped own to her knees with a shake of her head. “We don't have to do that act right now, sis.” she said with a wide smile. “Maybe never again.” 

Doflamingo was watching them from just outside the junk heap shelter, his arms crossed as he seemed to take stock of the environment, his head turning rather like a bird's as he did. She heard him and Diamante talking in soft voices that she couldn't quite make out as she explained the situation to her sister.

Sugar’s eyes widened, and her good eye flicked to Doflamingo and back to her sister. Her pale lips formed a wide smile when Monet explained as best she could the promise of the unfair world in flames.

Sugar stood, her cloak hanging off one shoulder as she pointed to Doflamingo “You.” 

The 'young master' smiled brightly and put his hands to his chest as Sugar approached. "Me?"

Monet followed behind her with a glance down towards her sister. She knew Sugar well enough to hear the joy in her monotone voice when she spoke.

“Big Sis Monet says you’re the young master,” she said without inflection. “Does that mean you’re really going to take care of us?” 

"The people in my family take care of each other," Doflamingo nodded. "If you join my family, that includes you."

Monet pushed her glasses up. “I’d told you.” she murmured to Sugar “they figured out our scheme right away too. They’re smart…we’ll only get better if we join them.”

Sugar put her hand to her chin. “Food. You’ll feed us? You won’t throw us away?” 

"That's right," Doflamingo nodded. "As long as you're loyal to me, we will always be loyal to you."

"Plenty of food," Diamante chuckled from the background. "You definitely won't go hungry."

Monet put a hand on Sugar’s back with a grin “I told you…they’re bad guys, they’re like us. I think we should be part of their family.”

Sugar’s face lit up in an angelic smile that contrasted wonderfully with her words. “Then I want to help you burn the world too, Mr. Flamingo!”

Money grabbed her shoulders as her glasses bounced on the ridge of her nose with the force of her leaning over. “Doflamingo, sis! Young Master Doflamingo!” 

Doflamingo laughed at that. "Welcome to the family, Sugar. Now girls I have an important question for you."

"Oh here it comes," Diamante chuckled from where he lingered nearby.

Monet looked up in tandem with her sister, blinking owlishly at him behind her glasses. “What kind of question, young master?” 

He leaned forward, his moon-slice grin widening further as he opened his arms.

"Is there anyone that you want to kill before we leave this island?"

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Art ive made for the OP Met Gala Zine i worked on! @opmetgalazine

The top link is for the tabloid-esque website to see all the sneak peaks and ads, and the second link is where you can access the zine fully!

Here are some wips i made for it too!

[askharpymonet]

[sarah-dipitous]

Monet looking like a twisted version of Nike of Samothrace is something I’m gonna ponder over for a while

[sonicasura]

In the Corazon in TFP AU, during the Shadow Siege do things become tense when the memvers Strawhats see Monet? Especially with what happened on Punk Hazard and the children kidnapped for Cesar?

There's definitely tension until they realize Monet has severe amnesia with a huge impossibility of her memories ever returning. Everyone puts aside the entire incident to give the harpy another chance in this new life. To lash out at someone who can't remember their sins isn't worth it.

Amnesiac Monet encompasses legit kindness but one not perverted by her allegiance to Caesar Clown and Donflamingo. She genuinely cares about everyone who helped her after being found lost in the wilderness. Even if she does regain those memories, Monet won't return to her old ways.

The snow woman will take this new opportunity at life and have a fresh start.