@misstrafalgar / misstrafalgar.tumblr.com
updated a bit Amy’s info page just for all those that never ever interacted with her maybe because she was active here 8 years ago but well ahem, but yeah. Here’s my devils child for anybody that wants to play with her. Also, check what THE LAB is all about
The clear insult in the woman’s words had Kid’s brow twitching in annoyance. As if she knew who the fuck he was aside from the rumors and bounty poster. He sure as hell didn’t know her from a god damned hole in the ground. Despite how he felt about her though, her words did manage to pique his interest. Kid huffed, subconsciously pushing his powers outward to get a feel for anything remotely magnetic within the area to potentially use as a weapon should this stranger try and blindside him. Organic fingers twitched, the faintest hint of a shift in the air from his pull. ❝ And how the fuck do you think you’ll manage that, lady? I’m not exactly lookin’ for a replacement anyway. Not into that sleek lookin’ bullshit I’ve seen floating around. ❞
“I’m an engineer, this is what I do.” Her speciality was weaponry, her hobby the mass destruction kind, which was the sole reason why she was so valuable for the government. Because clearly, it wasn’t her approachable attitude.
She could feel that magnetic wave, that resonance, expanding and surrounding the area and while many would have worried a smirk took the scientist’s lips. “that won’t be necessary and it will only mess with the data I need to collect accurately, so stop that.”MAD was already measuring, calculating, building prototypes for her to examine and choose whatever would be most suitable. The holograms appeared in thin air and she examined them, nimble fingers spreading the threads of light to get to the exoskeleton needed to make this function first and foremost. It’d be an interesting operation to be quite frank. Her full attention falls on the holograms and its myriad of data projected in the air.
“....it doesn’t need to be a bionic arm if you’d prefer a more... steampunk design. That’d be alright. The prototype is a vastly improved version any of Vegapunk’s Pacifistas. Not sure if you’ve ever encountered one of them- the Gov seemed psyched to have them but the design needed so much improvement. “ Vegapunk had gone off a rough draft from her desk to shut the Admiral’s mouth and gave them a cyborg they were happy with, but Amy thought it was too much of a basic version, the echo of what it could have been. “But it certainly would have a great range, its power heightened by your Devil Fruit. It be an obscenly powerful weapon.” Her hands spread, some sketches of fancy and deadly designs coming up that she twirled in the air. “ also would you like it with laser beams or are you fine?”
You need someone that makes you come alive, sets your soul on fire and whose touch feels like it sears your skin (like, in a good way.) The way you love is all consuming and sometimes it’s terrifying, but you can’t wait to give all of yourself to someone else. To open yourself up completely and for them to hold your soul in their hands is what love means to you. The only thing you want separating you and your partner is your skin, so naturally you turn to worshipping that very skin in hopes that the way you love will go deeper than what you touch and that they’ll know exactly how far you’d go to keep this fire alive. tagged by @mediicusvitae tagging you the one reading it c:
Among the things Amy found the most annoying, shopping for groceries was number two- right behind shopping for clothes. She would choose the most ungodly hour -quite literally- in the places in which it was the most unlikely for her to have to force a conversation -any kind of conversation but especially those that involved the weather - to do whatever shopping she required at the very moment.
This, was such of those nights. She pushed the shopping kart begrudgingly, hood up, red eyes glaring at the shelves disinterestedly. She had a few bespoke pieces to finish by the morning star and she intended to do so. This was the best time to shop, and a superstore -albeit annoying- did provide a lot of the goods she’d be needing. It was amazing the kind of useful shit you could find in there. Sometimes she was even impressed, more than anything else, at human stupidity: because who could have items with such potential and make no use of them? Friggin’ idiots.
She pushed her half full kart along another corridor, past a very tall fella and the wheels slowed down. Amaranth red hues shot up, glaring at the guy on the little stool with a raised brow. She could feel it, clear as sunlight, undeniable like touch. “Quiet night?” she asks, making one of those shitty small talk comments she despised so much. “I come here all the time..” a lie. “...but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” Her eyes scanned the man with no shame, and a smirk settled on her features. “....is that a real name or a bullshit one?” she asks, refering to his tag.
Anyone who knew Kid knew the basic mechanics of his Devil Fruit, the magnetism aspect of it anyway. He didn’t exactly keep it a secret. Grunting an affirmative, he narrowed his eyes. ❝ So what? Should be obvious that I don’t need my Devil Fruit to defend myself. Didn’t get my bounty by sitting on my ass pickin’ daisies. ❞ Kid didn’t like the way this woman stared at his arm, so as a precaution he took a couple steps back, gaze dropping to her hands so he knew where they were at all times. The minute she made a move he’d attack. Man or woman, he didn’t give a flying fuck about who his victims were.
“Oh, you didn’t?” The scientist mocks him, looking at him with amused eyes and that perennial smirk on her lips.”They give a bounty to just about anyone these days, anyway.”
Amaranth red eyes are swiftly back on the arm, on the endless possibilities of it. With her technology and his devil fruit she could do just about anything with it: and that was quite interesting for her. “...I could make it entirely self-sufficient without the need of your Devil Fruit’s power, and a tenfold stronger with it.” and it would be relatively easy once she had measured the range that Devil Fruit could reach. It was all quite simple, yet entertaining. Enough to kill a dull afternoon.
I’ve always written Amy in a continuous timeline rather than separate verses. Everyone she has ever met, every version of everyone she’s met in her one and only life -unless specified, I’m more than happy to write exclusive verses-.
At the beginning it was a bit confusing and chaotic but in the end she realized that it was due to the position of the island and not due to a side effect of one of her experiments.
Withered Garden Island -alike it’s twin island Little Garden- are located in the axis of all the threads that have permeated space and time, hence why they still got dinosaurs as fauna, for example.
Living in the axis, she’s met many versions of many known pirates, why she tends to act like she knows something that you don’t and is all too relaxed at times in the face of danger.
She’s kept this info to herself, not wanting to disclose it with the World Government, and she loves meeting new versions of the people she knows and tries to irritate them in new ways.
Through the Time Skip Amy had to retort to some drastic measures to get herself out of a sticky situation, and being the reckless woman that she is she didn’t think twice about blowing up her whole lab, which resulted in her having her whole right side of her face burnt. She rebuilt the laboratory afterwards, but never bothered doing anything about the scarring because she couldn’t care less about the way she looks. Here’s some reference pics of before ⬆️ and after⬇️
@postmortemlullabies
"Should I dare you to kiss someone as well?" Emil hummed, chin propped on entwined fingers. "Let's go tame tho: I dare you to kiss Lamy anywhere but the head." // mediicusvitae
“....daring games are only fun when there’s imminent risk of dying, and in this case the risk isn’t mine.” she points out in a flat tone, watching her with bored eyes. But she might do it, just to see the young doctor completely freak out.
❝ Haah? Like hell I’m gonna be anyone’s fuckin’ guinea pig! ❞ @misstrafalgar
It was quite amusing how he thought it was optional.
“Your arm.” she merely states, amaranth hues scanning the prosthetic limb. “...is solely powered by your Devil Fruit, isn’t it? In the event of someone using kairouseki in you it’d be entirely useless, would it not?”
“Aren’t you getting tired of people asking if we’re related, Amy-san?” Lamy inquired, spotted fingers tracing the intricate engravings on her lighter as she leaned over the railing of the bustling laboratory. Golden eyes mustered her colleagues’ amaranth ones, an unfathomable expression masking her thoughts. “They might mistake you for an Amber Lead carrier due to your name…”
The humming of the machines was the most reassuring sound she knew, the computers creating models upon models with the provided algorithm, setting the base for her next experiment. Lamy was one of the very few people she did allow in the lab as a visitor and not as a guinea pig. At least for now anyway.
“That only benefits me, Lamy. It will keep people the fuck away from me.”
The hologram of the next design materialized in thin air in front of them. The bionic prothesis Lamy had requested for whatever idiotic and freshly maimed friend of hers. MAD announced the model was successful and she spun it in the air, looking at it with interest.“...but I will only let you take it if you let me implant a chip in their brain.” she stated.
"Wait... Trafalgar? There's MORE of them?! Now I must impress you too!"
For the split of a second she didn’t recognize him, the years that had gone by enough to lull that memory to sleep in her mind: but those horns were unmistakable.
They both had changed, Yamato surely more than she had, but Amy was banking on him having forgotten who she was, because fifteen years were enough to do that to people.
She looked at him straight in the eye, with the air of annoyance that characterized the infamous pirate- and it wasn’t entirely a façade. Amy hid the worry and dread of being recognized within that coldness.
“Yes, Trafalgar.” she spat, her irritation growing. “...and I’m the least friendly one of them, so make yourself scarce.”
Wearing her 'free hugs' hoodie, Emil held out her string bag filled with a variety of homemade cookies. "Would you like one?"
Amy stared dead in the eyes at the young woman in front of her, wondering why anybody would wear a hoodie with such a ridiculous statement.
Were there ever any takers on that offer or was it an entirely shallow one? What prompted this sudden burst of kindness? What part of her brain would light up after such offer?
"I'll say yes if you ask me again while having an MRI."
{ You‘re back!!! ヽ(ﾟ´Д｀)ﾉﾟ｡: ｡ ♥ ♥ ♥ }
back and ready to stir some shit up
“Anyone hear anything? ‘Cause I certainly don’t.”
“Hah”
//Drew the girls as the SASSY LEG SQUAD
admittedly I probably should have turned my paper longways before drawing so I could get Kid’s other foot in the pic but I’m still happy with how she came out
