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“I am your guillotine.”

nico robin encapsulating my feelings on our government. 
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So to kinda shed some light on the Chimera Twins’ personalities since people seem so curious about them.

They are the kind of guys that: if their sister (Skylar) was kidnapped as the ritual sacrifice for some strange cult, they would go OUT OF THEIR WAY TO KIDNAP SOMEONE ELSE… switch out the sacrifice… and leave without lifting a finger to stop whatever heinous event was about to go down.

… Until, that is, Skylar guilt-trips them into it and then they’ll go all the way back.. effortlessly kick ass… and save the day as the most reluctant pair of heroes you ever did see–All cuz their big sis said so.

Though of course they’ll absolutely soak up the attention they get afterwards, because that’s just how they roll.

But yeah… don’t expect them to go out of their way to save strangers. They literally don’t give a fuck.

And are basically villains in their own right.

Honestly I feel like the only one that they are willing to listen to is Skylar  and would be so extra in their means to please her

You’re not wrong

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EVERYTHING they do is so extra

Law is so damn proud of them. (Ace is probably equal parts proud and horrified).

Law most likely doesn’t give a flying fuck about their relative villiany as long as they’re happy, healthy, and alive.
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(AN: I know very little of deaf/mute culture or of sign language; it is not my intent to misrepresent/insult anyone, and I earnestly apologize if I have accidentally done so)

It’s not sentiment. It’s practicality. Law glares at the flash cards in his hands, eyes flickering to one side as he double-checks the battered book he had ‘borrowed’ from the local library.

The gestures are unexpectedly hard - not in terms of physical strain, but in their sheer unfamiliarity. Law has to think about each movement, and that translates into hesitation and an inadvertent clumsiness - he doesn’t like it. It’s a little like learning to write - or so he tells himself; building up muscle memory is the hardest part of the entire endeavor, and Law doesn’t particularly care for it.

Also, there’s the fact that Corazon actually doesn’t know sign language. Of all the sheer idiocy… Yes, he can communicate by writing, but what if he’s in a position where he doesn’t have access to ink and paper? What if he’s in the middle of a fight, and doesn’t have time to write anything down?

Law actually has to teach the idiot what gesture means what - thus, the flash cards. And the homework. And the pop quizzes when Law confronts the older man to see if Corazon actually has done his assignments. (He usually hasn’t).

It’s enough to make Law want to stab him. Again.

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Ten years down the line, and Law’s fingers fall into the old shapes and patterns with all the grace of long familiarity. Ten years down the line, and he gestures, soundless, a pattern of commands that his enemies stare at, uncomprehending, even as the Heart Pirates rally to his instructions.

Ten years down the line, and he still remembers the first thing Cora-san ever Signed to him, large, fumbling fingers finally curling into comprehensible shapes.

I love you.

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The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.

Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.

No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.

Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.

Everything speeds back up.

Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.

“Made it on time!”

The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.

All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.

“…Sabo?”

Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.

Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.

“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.

Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe.  “I missed you so much.”

Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.

A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.

Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it! 

OH MY G OD

“I hope you like it”? “I HOPE YOU  LIKE IT”? SJGKASFJKDÖALJKSDG

I’M DEAD DEAD I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS IT’S EVERYTHING IT FILLS THE VOID IN MY ASL HEART BUT IT SHATTERS ME INTO A MILLION PIECES AT THE SAME TIME - IT’S IT’S GREAT AND TERRIBLE AND WONDERFUL AND  HOW COULD YOU WRITE THAT AND BE OK IT HURTS SO MUCH OK I LOVE YOU FOR THIS BUT THIS IS A GREAT PAIN YOU’RE INFLICTING ON ME-

*deep breathing*

It’s perfect, the setting of the atmosphere at the beginning is great, and the way Sabo indicates that in his future BOTH OF THEM are executed is so painful, and all the while his hope and determination shine through until he saves them and all that ASL pain and hope and love become evident through their looks and I missed you so much and Luffy’s tired hug and beautiful sunny smile and the tear. This was so touching, thanks for sharing, I’m still crying and dying a bit.

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Thank you for your comments, and I’m glad you enjoyed the story so much~

The same thing bothers me as well, which is entirely the reason why I had her sacrifice her powers. 

Bleach suffers from what I like to call “Toriyama syndrome” (the mangaka for Dragonball, and the most widely cited person to inspire other mangaka) where the story is only driven by the concept of “stronger stronger stronger” with really no end in sight, so you get these ridiculous battles of “hold on let me power up/show you my secret technique.”

This is a big Shonen anime trope and one that while One Piece does employ, it’s not so much on a grand scale or the entire driving force of the story. Having characters with so many different types of Devil Fruits and other powers makes each arc interesting and unique in their own way, sometimes even forcing the characters to get creative to defeat their opponents… Whereas in Bleach it’s literally “I just need to be stronger than you” for the entire manga. (And none of the villains have much of a unique quality… except for the Fullbringers power-wise, but nobody liked them anyway.)

Thus any crossover with Bleach or others like it, needs to have those characters nerfed, otherwise the story would be just one blast away from “I win at everything.”

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Haha, thanks! Glad you’re enjoying it! Law is actually a big part of this. He’s one of the strongest Scouts, actually, after Venus, due to circumstances. For the same reason, he also learned to be well careful about his fire, though, because Mars is fueled by passion and Law has a lot of that!

He and Ace don’t really get off to the best start, unfortunately. Law is unimpressed by his introduction and frankly appalled by the half-baked nature of Ace’s plans. Then they require a distraction, at some point, and, well. Let’s just say a firestorm is very distracting~

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