#cptnslog

[knifechased]

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc

          【 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. 】                     @chatcambrioleur @medicus-felini @ikkaku-of-heart @cptnslog

          Due to how regularly he has a firm grasp on his Punishers, as well as being an inevitable side effect of the manual labor associated with working on a ship, Killer's palms are usually calloused. He often wears leather gloves, primarily for the added grip strength, but also partially to mitigate this consequence — though that isn't enough to eliminate the effect entirely.

His hands are distinctly broad and square, strong. His fingers are thick; neither notably long and slender, nor particularly short. The bones are prominent under his skin, and his veins are clearly defined.

Just occasionally, his hands do become clammy — particularly when he is wearing his gloves for extended periods of time. Due to how infrequently he touches other people, it's not something anyone would ever really know about.

Despite Killer receiving burn trauma scars across almost all of his left arm, this injury does not extent to the majority of his hand, and instead begins to fade around his wrist, with very little skin being marred on the back of his hand itself.

Killer's arms are naturally incredibly hairy; however, due to the damage inflicted upon his left arm, this is mostly only still noticeable on his right arm, with his left arm now bearing just a thin coating of nearly invisible hairs over his burns. This hairline extends well past his wrists, causing the back of his right hand to be conspicuously covered in blond hair, and his left hand to bear the aforementioned delicate hairs.

His nails are usually cut down as far as possible, and he very rarely bothers to paint them. Having longer nails as well as having paint on them would inconvenience him during cooking, so it isn't something he bothers with unless it's a particularly special event.

As a habit, Killer will instinctively tighten his grip around his Punishers when he's stressed. This instinctual behavior is still present even when his weapons aren't on his person, and he naturally makes a tight fist when he's angry or irritable.

#chatcambrioleur #medicus-felini #medicus felini #ikkaku-of-heart #ikkaku of heart #cptnslog #❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — CUTTING THEM ALL DOWN TO SIZE.┊❛ asks ❜ ❫ #❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD.┊❛ headcanons ❜ ❫ #// everyone is all about them hands!!! #// i hope it's okay that i put all of these into one post. #// i would normally try to split these up so everyone gets their own individual hc #// but it made more sense to make one longer post for this one. #// also i don't have any icons of just his hands??? that was the closest i can find sorry;;;; #// thank you to everyone for sending!

[thenorthblues]

@cptnslog

Shielded eyes stared down at his counterpart’s sleeping form. They had every right to sleep in, considering what day it was! But that also meant Shachi was contractually obligated to be an extra bother to them. Like a blood oath, but more like he’ll die if he doesn’t take this golden opportunity. (Not really, but the principal remains.) The only question now was about execution.

Should he launch himself? Drop in all at once, guns blazing, causing the rudest awakening in the world? OR! Does he go dark, sneak in all stealth like, and launch a surprise attack? He tilted from one side to the other in thought. (Hmmmm, options options…)

Making a decision, Shachi carefully sets the hot mug of coffee (just how they like it!) on the furniture at the bedside (no need for unnecessary casualties) along with his shades. With practiced, silent steps, he shimmies to the foot of the bed, bracing himself. He’s gotta move quick if this is gonna work (and hope Penguin isn’t having a nightmare…they punch like a truck…), and without hesitation, he scrambles under the covers and behind his best friend, quickly slithering his arms around their waist and beginning to wiggle and skirt their fingers up under their shirt in a tickling motion.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY! Time for the Birthday Bird to rise!!! Up and attem!!!”

#pt orca.shachi.ic #cptnslog #Contractually obligated to piss off the bestie for their birthday

[enruiinas]

❝ trafalgar law is a bottom bitch, pass it on. ❞ a condescending laugh accompanies the fiery-haired captain's smug grin. // (from kid)

unprompted shenanigans // always acceptable!

❝What have I told you about keeping those weird sexual fantasies of yours to yourself, Eustass-ya?❞ the surgeon retorts without missing a beat. ❝We all know you've had a few screws knocked loose getting your ass kicked across the Grand Line, but there's really no need to open your mouth and remove all doubt, now, is there?❞

#cptnslog #cptnslog | kid #♡ // ic ;

[ferromagnetiic]

[Killer]

          ❝ offer yer own shit next time. ❞

    yes, he's taking back his conditioner. if Kid objects, he'll punch him in the fuckin' face. 

          【 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃. 】                     @cptnslog 【 Killer. 】  

          Shit. Knew he'd find out sooner or later, but he wasn't expecting it to happen so fast. That was damn quick.

     ❝ I've been usin' it for about two weeks; might as well be mine already. ❞

He ran out of his own shampoo, saw a mystery bottle of something in the shower, and impulsively used that instead. He still hasn't bothered replacing the shampoo yet.

          Kid's hair has never been silkier or shinier.

#cptnslog #cptnslog : killer #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | GET OUT OF MY WAY | ask. 】 #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】 #// HE JUST FUCKING APPEARS BEHIND HIM JFC #// kid's puppy coat has never been silkier. #// shakes his hair and it is like a l'oreal commercial. #// sharing is caring killer. #// do u not care him. #// do u at least care how he smell.

[code01746]

     oh heyyy, what's little law got there? a knife. and he's not afraid to use it.

　　　oh god, law, no.

　rosinante is trying in vain to disarm the small child but it is proving difficult as he is waving the knife around wildly to ensure there is no safe opening.

　he may need to bribe him with a new issue of his favorite comic. or, if he was feeling mean, he could threaten him with the knowledge the only thing he's going to buy for dinner for them tonight is pickled plums.

#cptnslog #cptnslog (law) #‘ 005. ’ (asks) #psychological warfare it is

[enjomo-arch]

@cptnslog , robin asked : something on your mind? (robin)

watchful  gaze  kept  hovering  over  her  shoulders  for  a  good  while  now.  even  though  ace  didn't  want  to  interrupt  her  reading,  the  curiosity  that  wielded  him  had  no  end.  even  if  the  topics  robin  was  reading  about  weren't  fully  understood  by  him  when  hazel  irises  fished  out  some  words  off  the  pages,  ace  enjoyed  the  peace  and  tranquility  her  aura  brought  upon  his  firey  spirit.  ❝  not  much,  just  checkin'  out  what  yer'  readin'  robin.  ❞  his  lips  forming  a  small  simper  across  the  freckled  features  upon  getting  her  attention  away  from  the  lecture.

#cptnslog #ii. hiken › in character . #ii. verse › main .

[misfitsandmusings]

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” (Law)

Random Lines From My Notebook, Pt. 7 // accepting

He's halfway to the door when Cora-san's voice rings out behind him, the words leaving him rooted to the spot in his reluctant retreat to bed for the evening. No matter how abysmal his sleeping patterns had become or how many years had passed since they'd last seen each other, that was one thing that still hadn't seemed to change: Law never could best his savior in a game of "who can stay awake the latest."

For a moment, Law thinks he must have heard him wrong. There's no way the man should have any reason to ask him what he thinks he's just heard, and yet... Rosinante hadn't stuttered. His words were straightforward and unwavering as they'd always been when he'd talked to his young companion.

It's only the slightest hint of uncertainty he picks up in the man's soft tone that makes Law realize, yes, he'd really just asked him what he thought he'd heard.

A frown mars the pirate's features as he turns back to face the man who saved his life. The stranger whose unexpected compassion had healed a boy who thought himself too broken to be fixed again - the father-figure who'd endeavored to pick what was left of him up off of the ground when he'd lost his first family and the only life he'd ever known. The friend who had given him both the means and the will to keep on living when all he wanted to do was curl up and slip away.

"There's not a single damn thing I can think I'd ever need to forgive you for, Cora-san," Law answers earnestly, grateful for the shadows his hat casts over his face as he takes a mental tally of everything Rosinante is directly responsible for giving him. His fingers curl into a fist at his side, digits flexing to distract himself from the sudden tightness he feels in his throat. "You gave me my life back when I didn't think there was anything left to live for. You saved me," he points out, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable giving voice to a thought that's driven him for thirteen long years. Twice as many as he'd ever expected to see.

And here's the man he owes it all to, asking Law if he can forgive him.

"I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to say thank you for that."

#cptnslog #cptnslog | rosinante #♡ // ic ; #♡ // thread: trafalgar law ; #[really hitting me in these feels today lala. *sobs*]

[bothfeetinthegrave]

Rabbit: I have an embarrassing number of drafts outstanding I probably ought to do those immediately after I wrap everything.

Also Rabbit: Or I can rewatch Lost again and draw Eden's design for Lala's OC Pirate Crew.

#👁️‍🗨️ | a rabbit ran over my grave :: ooc | #cptnslog #I'm v excited okay #v enthusiastic and irresponsible

[knifechased]

     [ Robin ]

     ❝ this soil appears rich in organic matter. it would likely decompose a body rather quickly. ❞ the archaeologist kneels, back turned, to swipe away at some leaf litter covering the dark earth below. after a moment or two, she stands again and turns back to face the man, a hand outstretched and holding a debris covered and ugly looking ( but highly valued ) fungus as an offering.   ❝ there are certain mushrooms that appear on carcasses as well. ❞ 

          【 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. 】                     @cptnslog 【 Robin. 】     

    Both hands come together to carefully cradle the item she's presenting to him, automatically accepting it before he's even identified what it is. At a glance, he almost mistook it for a compressed piece of the very soil she was describing only moments prior. He rolls it within his palms and inspects it more meticulously, before the realization of what he's actually holding abruptly dawns on him.

     ❝ ...Oh!      It's a truffle! ❞

Now understanding the significance of the gift, he mindfully brushes off a few clumps of dirt from its body, and analyzes its quality under the stray dapples of filtering in through the trees.

     ❝ This is a good find!      Are there any more? ❞

The moment he's asked, he's leaning closer to where she first scavenged the fungus. There's an authentic intrigue in his tone; conspicuous unabashed eagerness. Whilst the truffle remains carefully protected in his a curved hand, he squats down to the ground to take a look for himself. If she had been implying signs of a decaying carcass in this area, he seems entirely unconcerned about the suggestion.

     ❝ These are rare, so we should take all of them if there's others. I can make risotto. ❞

The scarcity of this particular type of fungus isn't something she should need to be reminded of, though perhaps the notion of freshly prepared truffle risotto will inspire a surge of motivation to help him find more.

The energy in him has abruptly changed; now more evidently enthusiastic with the prospect of gathering the rare ingredient.      Internally, without any intention to ask her this out loud, he wonders if this exchange is not dissimilar to when someone picks fresh flowers for a pretty girl.           He seems rather pleased with his gift.

#cptnslog #cptnslog : Robin #❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — CUTTING THEM ALL DOWN TO SIZE.┊❛ asks ❜ ❫ #❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — IT DID NOT WEEP ; IT SAW.┊❛ ic ❜ ❫ #// LALA THIS WAS SO CUTE #// THEY'RE FORAGING TOGETHER #// bless. adorable. #// move over sanji. #// this ask made me smile very much thank u

[flashyfooll]

@cptnslog Penguin asked "you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you ."

"I don't even know who you are." Buggy laughed at the person before him and rolled his eyes. Who did they think they were? This was just another pirate trying to ride the coattails of the great and powerful Buggy the Clown.

#cptnslog #🤡; the chop chop man

[enruiinas]

LAWBIN! SAY IT WITH CONVICTION SARO

ship bingo! // accepting!

it's not my fault - i was sleepy! YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM. I ONLY SPENT MANY HOURS IN A PINTEREST RABBIT HOLE FOR THEM TODAY. Same thoughts, though, but I'm adding "it has potential" because if for some reason Oda does end up doing like a epilogue "ever after" thing this is one of the few I could see him doing that I'd be happy with (though I hope, hope, hope he does not. as much fun as I have shipping these two, I feel like endgame ships would really mess with me & how I feel about the series retroactively.)

but here: I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM THEY'RE AMAZING (is that conviction enough?!?)

#cptnslog #♡ // ooc ; #♡ // answered asks ; #♡ // ship: law x robin ;

[ferromagnetiic]

          【 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃. 】                     @cptnslog 【 Killer. 】

          This cheeky little sod. That was a load of bullshit and they both knew it. Killer's little game of hide the soap is not entertaining to him.

     ❝ Ah, yeah? That right?      Balls. Guess I ain't showerin' until we get some more, then.      Shame, that. Today's deadliftin' day, ain't it?      Ah, well. Can't be helped... ❞

          If Killer knows what's good for him, he will get the man some God damn soap before he sweats every ounce of liquid through his armpits and wrestles his righthand into a very tight headlock. If he thinks that mask is enough to save him, then he's wrong — it won't.

#cptnslog #cptnslog : killer #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】 #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | OUR TIME WILL COME BUT NOT TODAY | cptnslog : killer. 】 #// killer why did you think you could be a bigger bitch than kid??? #// kid is the BIGGEST bitch. #// you will only suffer more the harder you resist. #// kid will make damn sure his post workout stench is enough to invade those mask holes. #// no escape.

[code01746]

[ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them // (law) // [𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.]

　　　　❝ look, it's... it's fine... ❞

　the jig was up. after hours of the little boy giving rosinante sideways glances, making passing comments about just how much worse his already horrific balance was than usual, and questioning why he kept stopping so muchーlaw finally called him out on it. well, not so much law called him out on it, rather he quite literally kicked the answer out of him.

three hours into their trek to the next town, the spy reached his limit. his sprained ankle wasn't going to take him any further. not tonight, and not through the uneven terrain of loose rocks & jutting tree roots that was the forest floor. if he fell, there was a real concern he wouldn't be able to get back up on his own, and certainly not with the help of a twelve year old. and so, when he saw the entrance of a tiny cave at the base of a rock formation, a perfect shelter for the two of them, he jumped at the chance to convince law they should turn in early.

rosinante had it all planned out; he was going to send law to get some firewood, and use the moment alone to rifle through the little doctor's bag of medical supplies & fix himself up somehow before law even knewー

and then law kicked him. right in the heel. not intentionallyーhe must have just been walking too close & rosinante walking too slowーbut it didn't matter. the jig was up. rosinante was on the ground and yelping now, panting & muttering expletives for a solid thirty seconds before he finally composed himself up to speak again.

　　　❝ it's not a big deal. ❞ probably not the best idea to lie to a doctor.

#cptnslog #cptnslog (law) #❛ although it hurts i can't avoid longing to go where i know i'll be destroyed. ❜ (v. undercover) #❛ alright. see queue in the next town. ❜ (queue)

[mingos]

😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you.

// there's no option for wanting to bite you !!

lalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

do you want to bite me like in a friendly way, or as a punishment for the multiple doffy asks i've been sending you

#cptnslog #‘ 005. ’ (asks)

[belovedcorvid]

[Don’t Hide] Ask my muse why they try to cover their scar (from smokey)

❣ | Memes :: This One | Scars ( always doing these )

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(( I got v indecisive abt how I wanted to do this and it became a book v sorry. OTL Cut for length. ))

| Scars: Two Conversations |

The first time the other asks, he's not strong enough to answer.

He hadn't spoken to anyone since he'd gotten back, hadn't had the nerve to look his former guardian or anyone else in the eye. Mistakes were not new to him - he made plenty, frequently, but one that compromised an entire operation felt like something he couldn't really be forgiven for; the guilt made him sick, made some small part of him wonder if maybe what happened to him might be a little bit deserved. That was why he turned people away that wanted to visit him while in the infirmary, and now still did his best to avoid being spotted by anyone familiar now that he was up and walking. He kept his head down, ducking even Sengoku's visits when he could, but it was only a matter of time before he ran into someone else that knew him. And, by extension, probably just how badly he'd messed up. The voice was familiar - smoke-raspy and mid-complaint. Of course.

He'd not checked in with Smoker since his return either, a sudden break in an otherwise surprisingly well-established habit, but he didn't have the guts to let the other see just how big of a problem he had caused either, what damage a case of mistaken identity could do if the person you were mistaken for was Doflamingo. Even as he kept his head down, kept his back turned, he still recognised the other man's heavy footfalls, recognised his voice. He'd hoped, of course, that the other would not see him but that never worked out in his favour, with his stature. Smoker wasn't an easy read if you didn't know what to listen for, so the little things that hinted at concern that he could recognise made him flinch, made any sort of reply or excuse he could have made die in his throat. It was pathetic, cowardly to not even be able to look at his friend, but despite this thought he couldn't bring himself to even turn around - even as footsteps and questioning voice approached him.

" You don't want to explain what happened? Fine, but could ya at least look at me, maybe say you're all right ? What're you hiding from ? "

" I can't."

It came out more like a plea than he wanted, so soft through clenched teeth that it was almost inaudible as he finally let himself be turned around by the hand that reached out to touch his arm. The scars were still new, angry looking and only partially formed - still held together in places by dark sutures at either corner of his mouth, a grim facsimile of a grin made an inch or so broader on each side. He breathed in a stuttering hiss of a breath and bared his teeth just a little; it hurt, but it was enough to reveal the wires connecting his teeth helping to hold his fractured jaw together. Despite his best efforts to control his expression, keep it as neutral as possible, he could feel the burning, prickling sensation of tears collecting at the corners of his eyes and he'd be damned if he was going to let them be perceived as anything other than a reaction to pain. That was it, that was all. The bridge of his nose crinkled with it as he tried and failed to avoid looking deeply and irreparably wounded.

" It hurts."

---

The next time he asks it's many, many other hurts later, when they're both more tired, hollow in places.

They're in a recovering place, in the in-between of assignments - active assignments more-so on the other's part. They didn't send him out much these days, he blamed the leg and the laundry list of other damage, still not fully undone, left by his last failure of an assignment. It's a moment of quiet, rare and appreciated even if brief. Smoker always brought that steadying sort of companionable quiet with him, somehow: Rocinante still wasn't sure how, because he was fairly certain that the other had never been relaxed once in his life. The feeling of contentedness must be at least somewhat mutual, because they spent more spare time together than not these days and he genuinely doubted the other would bother otherwise. Steadying or not, he still sat with his back to the other man, working at covering up one of the marks on his face: more achievable, he thought, than anything he could do for some of the others on his hands and arms. But a lot of those don't bother him in quite the same way.

" Why hide it? "

It wasn't even the same mark as before. He could feel the other's eyes at his back, could pre-emptively tell that he wanted to say something even, but it didn't make the question any easier. This time it was the blue-black tattoo under his eye he'd been intently focused on painting over, covering it up like a lingering bruise and hiding it before a meeting with someone less familiar, but the question still made him cover his mouth with a hand as if struck; an old tell, a nervous one, difficult to break.

Why was a hard question. Not because he didn't have an answer for it - he did. It was just terribly sad and gross the way visceral memories tended to be, and if there was someone or something out there that could have made it so he would have begged for a way to explain it wholly without having to be in it. To open it all up and re-close cleanly, without the spectre of his brother there to hold it all over his head and make him feel small, even after all this time; to explain the wave of dread he feels when someone says he looks familiar, or that he a grown man still can't always get through a medical appointment without tears... but not actually tie any of those things to himself, for fear they might drown him, like a weight around his neck. It's not even that he doesn't want the other guy to know - he does actually, this guy in particular, and that might be just as scary at some level.

" I uh... "

he stops himself at the sound of his own voice because he hates the tremor he hears in it - hates it that this soft spot can be pulled up and out of his guts without his permission, and does his best to force it back to something more neutral.

" Sorry; I uh... I just don't want him to have that kind of control over me any more. "

#tw: torture implication #❣ | peace signs :: answered | #cptnslog #❣ | we don't have to talk :: Smoker (cptnslog) | #| no need to respond to all or any of this unless you want I just had big feelings and time |

[medicus-felini]

🌿🍒from penguin — they are even doing a little lip bite and eyebrow wiggle, but the brows are unfortunately hidden.

❀⊱ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 ⊰❀

↷ ⸍ @cptnslog (Penguin) ⸝  ↷ ⸍ meme ⸝ ⠀⠀⠀

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      𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒٫ 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑛 ���𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑛ˊ𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦.      Embracing other people's cultures was part of the journey, the mistletoe was a rather cute one at that. The feline was close to not even realizing that next to her, Penguin was already at her side. What a coincidence . . .

What an insult would it be to not indulge in this human ritual   ?   Most likely will bring bad luck or whatever other excuse the lesser minks come up with.     ❝ Ah, I guess we have to  —   ❞     Not able to finish her bashful sentence, the pair's lips meet in a bold little kiss. Was the quartemaster also using their teeth   ? ? ?   Why are they biting   ?   SHE DID NOT DO ANYTHING, WHY IS PENGUIN SO MEAN   ? !

Penguin's expression, to her surprise, was cheeky rather than angry. That must be a new, weird way of showing affection or gratitude. Completely flushed red, similar to the subtle shade her lips now displayed after the nibble, they part. The doctor never took them for aggressive. Why is her stomach all tingly and fuzzy now   ? ? ?

#cptnslog #cptnslog (penguin) #Cried tears #She is confused #Is this the beginning of a crush for Linn? Oh dear- #⚕ ⦅ Consultation hour. ⦆⠀⠀/ ic .