#longer piece later

[hororona]

nico robin and her smile

hiiii ok has anyone else ever thought about the person robin was before joining the straw hats? like who she was when she was at her worst? because i do. a lot. so go along with me here

from her introduction, robin has this very small smile that feels cunning and is seemingly meant to taunt luffy and co. it creates a sense that there's a canyon's depth of difference in power between her and the others.

robin's is a subtle character in her expressions compared to most other major characters in the series. and i think it fits her background of having to work in subterfuge. (???)

she maintains this expression throughout multiple scenes. the same shape of her smile that is so exact that it has to be with intention. this is the face of ms. all sunday. this is the person robin had to be in order to survive.

and yet each one still has it's differences and that's robin being not so perfect at hiding her true feelings (which btw i love that robin will always be exactly who she is). she's stressed or even strained at times. while also feeling perfectly at ease, but still performing a role.

i think for the most part. robin didn't mind what she had to do or who she had to be. because she's pragmatic, but she was definitely bothered by vivi and the strawhats. they're the ones who cause robin to show anything other than that static smile. notably when she is faced with vivi and luffy's determination.

and i've rambled about it once before robin is a kind woman at heart and who has a soft spot for the crew + vivi. their earnestness breaks through her own desire/need to not care for the effect her actions have on the lives of others.

notably the only times robin does seem to genuinely smile is in small sudden outbursts around luffy when something he does makes her laugh.

and throughout the rest of the alabasta arc. robin's clearly uncomfortable with facing the real destruction of alabasta at crocodile and her hands. later revealing that she never planned on helping him obtain the poseidon weapon. she never once smiles, instead dropping everything to focus on getting to the poneglyph.

after that though? she does her miss all sunday smile one last time when she asks luffy to join his crew. it's a famous panel, we all know it, we all love it.

the longer robin was with the straw hats. the more she began to genuinely smile. it's well established that being on the crew brought back joy and laughter into robin's life, that being with them gave her a reason to live again. but it was a slow start until we got to see this robin more often and more freely who is cheered by everyone's bright youth and excitement in being alive in a ways that she never had been allowed.

#one piece #nico robin #i've been working on this one slowly but surely #please i hope this makes sense and i'm not like alone here #using inconsistent sources because i'm not the biggest fan of viz's translation but sometimes have to read it #i haven't read onigashima yet so i can't talk about it with surety just yet but robin also has the habit of using accessories to denote whe #she isn't being herself. #it's why robin stopped wearing the cowboy hats post w7/enies lobby. despite the fact that the she looked so good in it. #i think in onigashima (and vaugely post-ts when she's in hiding) it was her sunglasses btw #i thought this would be longer tbh and it could be but i got impatient and didn't want to wait til later #the full better version is the version of this is made as a total nico robin character study that tracks from her character intro to now

[camels-pen]

warning: eating disorders/food issues

-

"Something wrong with it?"

Usopp startled and snapped his head to the side. His nose jabbed Sanji's eye and they both hissed. Usopp jerked away to rub the tip of his nose.

"Fuck, I forgot about that," Sanji grumbled. There was a contrasting, fond smile on his face as rubbed his eye. "Anyway, the food?"

"What about it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Usopp turned his gaze back to his plate. Plenty of pork chops piled high- at Luffy's request for a meat-filled dinner- and mashed potatoes with green beans on the side. His mouth salivated again just staring at it.

"Nothing," he said. "Just taking my time."

He could feel Sanji's unimpressed stare. "You've been 'taking your time' through the whole dinner. Everyone's already finished and left. The moss ball even finished the dishes, and we both know how he likes to dawdle."

Despite himself, Usopp giggled quietly. When it was his turn to do dishes, Zoro always took his time, waiting for Sanji to get frustrated with his speed and leave him to finish it alone. It was the perfect strategy to steal booze when Sanji wasn't looking, but it seemed Usopp had unknowingly thwarted his first sake stealing attempt after their reunion.

As if reading his mind, Sanji said, "I let him steal that alcohol, you know. I'm not that stupid." He huffed, voice sounding like he was pouting as he added, "It's the only damn way I can keep an eye on his shitty drinking habits. He'd constantly drink us dry otherwise, that damn mossheaded bastard."

Usopp giggled again and made the mistake of glancing up at him. Sanji was staring across the room at the kitchen, probably the place he'd put all the good booze. He'd confided in Usopp, once, that he had two hiding places for drinking alcohol: one, more obvious place, by the fridge for the cheap stuff, and another, hidden somewhere he wouldn't say, for all the more expensive and high quality stuff. He'd confidently crowed, on more than one occasion, that despite the cheap stuff always going missing, he'd never lost a drop of anything else. He always looked so smug saying that, and well, Usopp now knew why.

But then his eye- the left one now, and despite looking right at it, the change had still caught him off guard more than once- turned to Usopp and Usopp clammed up. Sanji stared at him, his eyebrow- this one curled on the opposite side, closer to his nose bridge than his ear- raised high on his forehead. "If you're well enough to laugh at Zoro, it can't be that bad."

Usopp gulped. Looked away. "I'm not sick," he said quietly. "The food looks great, Sanji, really. Eating is just..." He trailed off. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, only the sounds of their distant crewmates enjoying the sight of their descent to the ocean's floor filling the galley.

Sanji's arm slowly, hesitantly, laid on the back of his chair- Sanji didn't used to hesitate, but, he supposed, things had changed. He settled himself in the chair next to Usopp, rather than continue to lean over him, and said softly, "Eating is just...?"

Usopp stared at the grain on the table, studying the lines and deviations with an intense and sudden fascination.

"Usopp."

"It's hard," he mumbled.

Another silence, this one less expecting and more confused. Awkward.

"You ate fine at breakfast...?" Sanji said, voice lilting up at the end, almost in question.

Usopp snorted. 'Ate fine' was a kinder way of putting it. Usopp had demolished breakfast, nearly rivaling Luffy with how much and how quickly he ate. The usual sense of desperation had dimmed slightly, now that he was with his crew, but it was still there, dictating his eating habits. He would've felt more ashamed if he hadn't seen Luffy, Franky, and Brook eating in the exact same disgusting manner. Instead, he felt right at home.

He had wondered, privately, if something similar had happened to them. Had tossed around the idea of asking them about it. Then he would think back to how they used to eat, before. How it was exactly the same. How they had all basically cried that they'd so dearly missed Sanji's cooking. He couldn't blame them, he nearly sobbed over Sanji's pancakes- and then did sob over his hashbrowns.

"The island got hungry at dawn," he started. Stopped. Stared at the little vase of daisies at the centre of the table that Robin had gathered from her garden- now shared with Usopp. "It would close up. Then open. After, everything was... safe. For a little while."

He gulped again, cringing at his dry throat. He stared at the glass of water, a little wet stain under it. Luffy had bumped his glass earlier when he stole a few chops off of Usopp's pile.

Usopp didn't reach for it.

"You know, I was expecting grand stories of your heroics when you finally talked about where you were." Usopp shrunk in his seat. "No- no, come on I didn't mean it like that. I was just trying to make a joke."

"You should leave the jokes to the experts." Usopp's lip quirked. "Even Brook's better than you."

Out of the corner of his eye, Sanji scowled. "Brook wouldn't know a good joke if it kicked him upside the head."

Usopp giggled again, relaxing. "Admit it, you missed his skull jokes."

Sanji huffed. "...Maybe a little."

In the background, they could hear Zoro talking about taking a swim followed by a familiar thud and Nami yelling at him. They both giggled this time, leaning into each other.

"God, I missed everyone. I missed-" Sanji cut himself off and Usopp turned to look at him. There was a wobble to his lips and his visible eye stared intently at him. Usopp would almost say Sanji looked longing- yearning, even- if he didn't know better.

"I know," he said. "I missed everyone too." Sanji's eyes pinched a little at the corners, but Usopp didn't know why. He didn't linger on it long though, what with Sanji's smile as he pressed his temple to Usopp's for a moment. Usopp's heart would've beat wildly two years ago, but now all he felt was warm and content.

Sanji hummed in agreement and pulled away. Patting his pockets, likely for a cigarette. Usopp pulled the one tucked behind his ear, admiring the feel of soft blond hair a moment too long before handing it to him. Sanji chuckled and accepted it with a quiet thanks.

He lit it and sat back in his chair, relaxing with the first inhale. "Back to the important stuff." Usopp would argue all of that was important stuff. "You only felt safe to eat breakfast?"

Usopp shook his head. Then tilted it side to side. "No- well, sort of. It was never really safe, but..." He rolled the words around his mouth, feeling out the right ones while discarding others. "It was... easier. To eat a lot in the morning. Gather food later in the day. Then sleep when I got hungry closer to sunset."

Sanji blew out a puff of smoke. "You didn't have anyone to watch your back while you were eating?"

"I did." Usopp nodded, a sense of pride filling him as he puffed out his chest. "Heracles'n was a great friend and teacher! We took turns watching out for each other and, well, he's the reason I survived that island in the first place." He flexed one of his biceps. "He also helped me get a whole lot stronger!"

Sanji pursed his lips around his cigarette. "But you didn't eat dinner. Or lunch." Today nor in nearly two years, though Sanji likely meant the latter.

Usopp deflated, arm settling back down in his lap. "We couldn't stop moving until sunset. By then it was better to sleep and eat heap loads in the morning rather than risk dinner and not getting enough rest." He sighed. "Heracles'n was always telling me to eat more berries and fruit throughout the day, but..."

Sanji stared at him. "You had this-island-is-too-scary-so-I-can't-eat-anything-itis?"

Usopp scowled. "I'd like to see you keep up an appetite when you're constantly running and hiding from giant-"

Sanji used his arm to tug Usopp closer, so their sides were pressed together. He pressed his nose to Usopp's hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What for?" Usopp whispered back.

Sanji didn't answer, his breaths warming Usopp's head. The galley had grown silent when he finally spoke, the others having found quieter activities or retired to their rooms.

"If I was stronger then- or quicker-"

"Sanji," Usopp said. "There's no way you would've been able to beat Kuma, back then."

Sanji shook his head. "I know, but maybe we could've been sent somewhere together."

There was a bittersweet, choking feeling in the back of Usopp's throat. A burning in his eyes. "You wouldn't have liked it there," he said, laying his head on Sanji's shoulder. "You would've hated it, actually."

"But I would've been with you."

Usopp laughed, the sound wet and brittle. "I wouldn't wish that island on anyone, Sanji, but least of all you. I'm not worth-"

A hand cupped his face, cutting him off as he was turned to face Sanji. His nose was bent, pressing against Sanji's cheek. "You worth a lot, Usopp. You're worth it to-" Sanji's cheeks dusted pink all of a sudden and he looked away. "You're worth a lot. And it would've been nice if I could have watched your back. Made sure you were eating well."

At a loss for words, Usopp turned back to the table, staring at his plate. The mashed potatoes were surely cold and hard by now and he was fairly certain a thick pork chop wouldn't stay down.

The green beans, maybe. Those could work.

He picked one up. His stomach rumbled. He lifted it to his mouth.

His hands shook.

He gulped again. Stared at his hand intensely.

Sanji's hand covered his own. A sudden, terrible spike of anxiety overwhelmed him and he held his breath, hoping Sanji wasn't going to just force him to eat it. He hated wasting food after all and it was already in Usopp's hand and Usopp himself just needed to quit cowering and just eat it already-

Sanji pulled his hand away from his mouth. The tension left Usopp in a rush. Shame took up where anxiety had left, but he forced himself to meet Sanji's eye. He knew what came next.

Before Sanji could say anything, Usopp blurted, "There was food. On the island. Not just fruits and berries and whatever game we could hunt. Pre-cooked food, I mean." Sanji's brow furrowed, but Usopp continued on. "There were these plants- and rivers- that had cake and burgers and ramen and- well, you get the idea. And the closer you got to the centre of the island, the more tasty the food got." He gulped. Coughed a little. Sanji reached for his glass, but Usopp grabbed his wrist in a tight hold. If he didn't get it all out now, he never would.

"I didn't meet Heracles'n immediately. I was on my own at first and- and I didn't completely trust him at first either." He laughed, the sound as self-deprecating as it felt. "The centre of the island, that's where its mouth is."

Sanji's eyebrow furrowed further. "So when you said the island 'got hungry'..."

Usopp nodded. "It was a trap to lure in prey." Quietly, he added, "Like me."

Sanji gasped, his eyes darting down, and wow, Usopp really should've re-thought the whole 'show off his new muscles by going shirtless' plan. He pulled away from Sanji, and pulled up the waist of his pants. "Staring at my stretch marks isn't going to change anything, y'know."

Sheepishly, Sanji said, "Sorry- sorry, I should know better." He held out his arms, with a sad little pout. "Come back?"

Usopp held out for a few moments, glaring at him, but he sighed and eventually gave in. "I hate you," he mumbled into Sanji's shoulder. Sanji patted his back in response.

The two of them sat there in silence once more. Usopp savoured the contact between them, like he had always dreamed of on Boin.

"You had to train yourself to avoid delicious looking foods, then," Sanji said quietly. Usopp nodded. "That makes sense. But then, breakfast?"

A new wave of shame, far heavier than the last. He dug his forehead into Sanji's shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it."

He didn't know how to explain how he had become some kind of wild animal during meals and he didn't want to explain. Heracles'n was already one person too many and earlier, the entire crew had seen him. His heart beat hard and fast in his chest at the reminder, a belated rush of fear to make up for his single minded focus at breakfast.

"Then I won't ask," Sanji said. "You should tell Chopper though-"

Usopp grimaced. "Eventually, but..."

Sanji sighed, pressing his cheek to Usopp's hair. "Okay, but can I make you something? Just a snack or tea or...?"

Usopp huffed. "Sanji-"

"I know, I know! But letting you go to bed hungry is..."

"Hard," Usopp finished for him, pulling away. "I know."

He wasn't going anywhere before Sanji fed him, of that he was sure, but it made Usopp's stomach queasy just thinking about all the snacks Sanji used to make before they were separated.

Some of it must have shown on his face too, since Sanji was already holding up his hands and starting to look even more concerned. "It doesn't have to be anything special. I could just peel a tangerine for you or slice up some apples or juice some pears- I mean oranges! Why would anyone juice pears- oh, hm, I should check that sometime; remind me to write it down. Oh and maybe I could steep a really bitter tea, so you don't have to worry about drinking too much because I know you hate bitter things-"

And Usopp couldn't help himself. He laughed.

Sanji deflated, his brow furrowed in confusion, or maybe it was concern. Usopp didn't know, he was too busy laughing at the absurdity of Sanji being so anxious and speaking every rambling thought. It was adorable and Usopp couldn't help but reach up and squish Sanji's cheeks.

"I lo-" Sanji's eye widened and suddenly, Usopp didn't feel brave enough. "Lost my notebook. We'll have to use one of yours."

"O-Oh, yeah, sure." Sanji nodded, voice slightly muffled by his squished cheeks. He stared at Usopp, his eye asking another question.

Usopp looked away, his eyes landing on the fruit bowl on the bar counter. There were apples, bananas, and pears. He pulled his hands away. "...Nami will be mad at you." he said quietly, weakly.

Sanji sighed, a shaky, relieved little thing. He wrapped his arms around Usopp's middle, crushing him to his chest. "I think she'll forgive me," he said.

Boldly, Usopp added, "What if you made coffee?" The only coffee in the pantry was a fancy jar brought along from a Revolutionary base near a village that prided themselves on their harvest.

Sanji chuckled. "Robin would forgive me too."

Usopp hummed. "You seem awfully confident."

"I am," he said, pulling away completely, his chair squeaking against the floorboards as he stood. Sanji held out a hand, a smile on his lips. "If you don't believe me, let me show you."

And right here, Usopp could've chosen to laugh it off. Said something about not wanting to face Nami's wrath, much less Robin's. Fled the galley completely with an excuse or three and sleep in his workshop while ignoring any and all feelings of guilt. It would've been easy.

But he'd already accepted it. Acknowledged the inevitable consequences instead of turning down those anxious suggestions. How could he do anything else, in the face of such genuine care and concern? To leave now would just hurt them both and the last thing Usopp wanted to do was hurt Sanji.

And, well, he trusted Sanji, to do what he couldn't. Planned to trust him with his heart, at some point.

Trusting him with his stomach, in comparison, was as easy as breathing.

So, Usopp placed a steady hand in Sanji's own, a small, teasing smile on his face, and said, "Lead the way."

#one piece #sanuso #sanji #usopp #meant to be pre-relationship but can be read however #nemo the writing ho #side note: dear god this ended up way longer than intended #had a nice time writing them being gay though 💚 #gotta remember to put this on ao3 later #belated tag i forgot to add but this was inspired by redriotinggg's post the other day #i was POSSESSED with the need to write after reading it lmao

[deiaiko]

#11 - Encounter

Masterlist

Previous

Next

Let me know your thoughts in the reblogs <3

#finally the reveal #unfortunately you'll have to wait a little longer for his name #yes his mask is shaped based on The Phantom of the Opera's #reason? bc i thought it's neat #full mask wouldn't work bc i need to draw facial expressions after all #i like the difference between bams and khuns interactions #the instant trust vs wary #i really wish i can update everyday but hhhh #i wonder if anyone can get the two easter eggs i put here #hint 1: the third panel #hint 2: zoom in real close #second one will be revealed in later chapter(s) #i wont confirm or deny your replies but i've dropped the puzzle pieces on the QnA if anyone remembers haha #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin comic #my comic #my art #khun #koon #khun a.a #khun aguero agnis

[weaverofink]

Danny Temple you will always be famous to me. also your unnamed twin brother that showed up in exactly 3 panels

#danny temple #dc robin #robin 1993 #dc #dc comics #did something of a danny redesign :) every character can be improved w an eyebrow slit and slightly longer wavier hair #does anybody remember danny. bc i do. #i really liked him and i loved his dynamic w tim drake #i think he had so much potential that was just wasted #so like any good insane fan i made up an entire story in my head :) #also i fleshed out his unnamed twin brother and included him in the story as a main character bc he also could have been so good #(i named him leo by the way. he's insanely jealous of the attention their 'parents' gave danny & lashes out. #he also becomes an assassin but that comes later in the story don't worry about it.) #art #my art #weaverofink #god this is so old. i did this like a year and a half ago and just never posted it #but a piece i made recently won't make sense w/out the context of this danny redesign so i decided to post it :)

[idiotsonlyevent]

cross guild dynamic is so funny bc not only do crocodile and mihawk not want buggy there but buggy doesn't want to be there EITHER 😭😭

#the fact that buggy was gonna help out crocodile and attempt to ditch later only for his fanclub to fuck up and make him the 'leader'...... #and then they were like 'ig we can keep u around until we get tired of you/youre no longer useful' #worlds funniest accidental unwilling polycule where they all kind of cant stand each other. have fun boys #theyre all like 'im the most normal person in this room whats wrong with the other two' < they all have something wrong with them #buggy d clown you will always be famous #L.txt #one piece

[inhuman-obey-me]

A Jewel Is Born (Chapter 2)

Read Chapter 1 here

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Day 4 - Raphael's Spears

"Asmodeus, this shameless flirting is utterly improper for an angel. Please learn to control yourself, for the dignity of the Celestial Realm."

It had been only four days since Asmodeus's glittering, luxuriant birth, and in that span, Raphael had given this lecture at least twice as many times already. Nevertheless, the realm's newest angel seemed stubbornly determined to defy his guidance, playing innocent every time -- just as he was doing now.

Asmodeus sniffled at him, teary-eyed, from within the cage of spears within which he found himself entrapped. They had come down from the sky so suddenly, one even nearly nicking the perfectly unblemished skin of his cheek, he couldn't help the water pooling at the edges of his innocently pleading eyes. That, and he'd happened to catch his reflection in a mirror the day before, similarly tearing up as he listened to another young angel gushing over how lovely he looked, and had realized at that moment how he looked even more innocently, helplessly alluring by doing so, and so he now took every opportunity to do so again.

"But Raphael, I can't help that I'm so beautiful! Father made me to be shared with the world!" he wailed, letting the tears fall delicately from the corners of his eyes.

The young seraph sighed deeply with exasperation, fingers tightening on the spear in hand before consciously reminding himself to loosen his grip. "Once again, Asmodeus, Father created you for the same reason He created all of us -- to be servants and messengers of His will. How many times do you need to be told before you will understand this?"

"I understand just fine," the beautiful angel pouted. "But if we're messengers, then obviously the message I'm meant to relay is how amazing his creations are! And the only way I can spread that message is by being myself, the beautiful and enchanting Asmo!"

"You do not need to enchant anyone. Entrancing people is the tactic of base demons, not high angels as we are. His will goes far beyond just you, Asmodeus. You need to learn to see beyond yourself," the other insisted again. "As his messengers, we must always hold ourselves with dignity and maintain our decorum. Running off on flights of fancy and chasing the other angels this way is entirely inappropriate."

Asmo sighed, plopping down to his knees inside the cage as he only half-listened to the rest of the lecture. There was never any winning with Raphael, it seemed, and so there was nothing he could do but wait out the rest.

Sure, maybe this was a little bit his fault. Maybe he'd been preening in front of a mirror again, and perhaps he had run just a bit late for his duties because of it. But it wasn't his fault that another angel had approached to compliment how his feathery robes matched his wings so nicely, which then led to another stopping him to praise how his skin almost seemed to glow in the ever light of the Celestial Realm, and then yet another paused to fawn over the delicate curl of how his locks around his face so softly. It hadn't been long before a small crowd had gathered around him, but he couldn't help that! These were such sincere admirers, he couldn't possibly have pushed them away just to do some silly chores!

And, really, wasn't it only right for him to take the time to express back all the ways he found each of them lovely as well? Each of them also had such wonderful charms, in their own ways. So did the other angels who just happened to pass by, and it seemed to him that they also ought to know how exquisite they all were. It would surely brighten their day, each and every one of them, to be complimented by someone as beautiful as him, right?

And besides, it was true, wasn't it, that he, along with everyone else in this realm, had been created by their Father? Then, wasn't what Raphael called "flirting" really just admiring Father's creations? Wasn't he just sharing the love that Father had filled him with? How could that possibly be undignified to the realm?

The sharp metal clang of a spear tip against metal jolted the new angel out of his sulking.

"If you are not listening to me, Asmodeus, it seems I will have no choice but to personally oversee your tasks for the rest of the day," Raphael frowned, massaging his forehead with exhaustion. "Though I have my own duties for Michael to take care of as well..."

"Nope, no, that's perfectly okay! I hear you loud and clear," Asmo quickly responded, flashing his best compliant smile. A whole day of being babysat by this killjoy was the last thing he wanted. "No more flirting, I got it! No need to worry about little old Asmo, you just go ahead and do that stuff for Michael! I'll be just fine on my own, I promise!"

The seraph glared at the plainly contrived assurances. The stress, however, thinking of Michael's various requests, was clear on his face. "Very well," he relented at last. "But please try to control yourself and simply complete your tasks. I assume you understand the consequences if there are any more incidents."

"Absolutely! Just count on me!" Asmo answered brightly.

With a bang of his spear against the ground, the cage vanished, and Raphael began walking away, his deep sigh audible as he did so.

"Yes, finally!" Asmodeus cheered to himself once the seraph was a fair distance away, watching his retreating form. "Now, let's see, my tasks for today...oh! Right, I have to clean the baths today! Hmm...if I have to clean them anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine if I take a quick soak in there myself first. And I can use those new bath salts that Nithael gave me earlier! Ooh, he was such a cutie, with how shyly he came up to me with them. I bet he'd be super happy if I gave him a little smooch the next time I see him as thanks..."

#'more coming soon' i said and here we are 3 months later #soon is a very relative term y'know #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me fic #obey me raphael #writings #to be continued #happy birthday asmodeus #its no longer his birthday but since this fic was originally a bday piece #mod chaos in the devildom #lets try this again since the first time seemed like an unlucky time...

[xhanisai]

I am so, SO happy that I'm seeing more people on twitter defending Alya and talking about how SOME people have done Marinette dirty in s5 and how said snakey characters continue to get their feet kissed by the fandom and have their actions blamed on "bad writing uwu"

There is a reason why the only characters I give a shit about are Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Tom, Sabine and kwamis atm

Many people need to understand that their fave characters aren't affected by "bad writing". They're just shit people in general sometimes lol.

#delete later #i will not put this in the main tags #i havent had the chance to talk to anyone about this but I'm so glad to see that I'm not alone with the same thought process #all i will say is that if I had a secret where if exposed could put myself and all my loved ones in danger #and someone i assumed was a good friend finds out #and instead of talking to me about it #they go blabbing to someone who put me and my loved ones in immediate danger cos of their selfish misguided whims and allowed the enemy to #get the upper hand over us #WE WOULD NO LONGER BE FRIENDS #I WOULD CUT THEM OUT OF MY LIFE #FUCK THAT SHIT #HIGHEST LEVEL OF BETRAYAL #and if i were to finally get with the boy I loved for a loooong time #only for said friend to constantly bitch about how he won't do anything and and being sour about it #and choosing to believe some random bitch who lied about me and using said lies to point fingers at me to justify why I shouldn't be with #the boy #yeah man that's one SHITE friend #YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND #i have actually been STEAMING about this for a little while since s5 ended #obviously if you connect the pieces then congrats well done #this isn't to attack anyone who stans these characters I really despise now #in fact i don't care if you love these characters or not #i am just so tired of seeing this hypocritical dumbass fandom constantly undermine alya and paint her as a bad person #when she's been the BESTEST friend she could have ever been DESPITE her flaws and mistakes #all whilst hyping up ALL THE CHARACTERS WHO HAVE DONE MARINETTE DIRTY ONE WAY OR ANOTHER #god i have been so stupidly mad about this it is hilarious now that I look at it #anyways alya deserves better and no one is a better bestie than her and chat noir for maribug #seethe you fucking fools

[eerna]

do you ever see a tweet that makes you so hopeless

#we are getting turned into advertisement machines we no longer have the right to simply watch and enjoy #fans exist not only to pay but also to generate more money for rich investors and they are HAPPY ABOUT IT they THINK IT'S FOR THEM #delete later #being told someone picked up a piece of media and enjoyed it bc of me? best feeling #being told it is my DUTY to get AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE into a piece of media? bye #pyramid scheme vibes. the show sucks i can't recommend it to as many people as possible

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

does anyone have any tips on how not to be a crippling perfectionist about your writing?? i have been staring at the same five paragraphs of the next chapter of four walls for a whole week and i've reached the point where i actually want to defenestrate my own laptop

#i've got the later parts of this chapter and a good chunk of the next one basically done #but this particular section is slowly driving me insane #UGH #why do i write characters with complex and conflicted emotions #it makes for a very complex and conflicted writing experience #(which i'm bitching about rn i know but i also wouldn't give it up for the world. it's just. a lot sometimes) #i end up second guessing myself constantly #also i haven't written anything this long for a good five years and i think the challenges of that #and the challenges of making a longer piece all tie together and work as one are really starting to set in #anyway sorry please feel free to ignore this mess of a post #i just needed to have a vent before returning to my keyboard and trying to make sense of alex's foolish little head #thanks to anyone who read their way though all this rambling 😅 #writing stuff #lulu posts

[thehalfbloodfreak]

I’ve been drawing Ahsoka all weekend, but of course the quick ten minute doodle that I colored with highlighters of all things ended up being my favorite so I guess I’ll share it here

#I just so wish she had longer Lekku in the live action #I get that it’s shortened for practical reasons but I just can’t help thinking it’s something they could’ve added in later with cgi 😢 #anyways at least I can draw her how I imagine her to look #I also miss her diamond head piece #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #my art #halfblood talks

[brzatto]

i remember distinctly at some point i promised myself i would finish blue chicago moon before my birthday (lmfao) and now it is my birthday .. and unfortunately it’s been weeks since i’ve touched a google doc in general much less that fic but to celebrate i’m posting an excerpt from a later part in the fic i’ve had written out for a while now. enjoy ^_^

They’re laying in bed together, after, the way that’s become more casual as of late, more natural; they take turns taking drags from the same cigarette.

Carmy’s telling some story, “And then Pete—”

Richie interrupts him with an exaggerated scoff, rolling his eyes, and Carmy smacks him on the shoulder with the back of his hand. “I know, I know, stop it—but Pete’s not bad. Really. He can be cool, sometimes, like actually cool—”

Richie groans, rolling away from Carmy, except the bed’s too small for him to go anywhere, so he really just turns onto his other side—Carmy rolls after him, propping himself onto his elbows so he can wrestle Richie onto his back, stubbornly crossing his arms over Richie’s chest and leaning his weight onto him to keep him there; he reaches over to crush the rest of the cigarette into the ashtray. “I’m serious, Pete’s not that bad, and maybe if you’d actually give him a chance or opened up to him a bit more Sugar wouldn’t hate you as much—”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault that Sugar hates me? When have I ever given a shit about what she thinks?” Richie gripes, and Carmy rolls his eyes.

“She doesn’t actually, you know. You just have a tendency of being a complete and utter piece of shit—”

“What, is she still fuckin’ mad at me for that one time—”

“You mean when you said women shouldn’t run for office,” Carmy interrupts him flatly.

“That was a fucking joke! And it was, like, twelve years ago! I love women in office! I fuckin’ voted for Hillary in 2016—” he ignores when Carmy snorts in his face, incredulous, “—and maybe if she actually had a sense of humor sometimes she wouldn’t have ended up marrying that goddamn fucking narc. Has the personality of fuckin’ wet tissue paper. You know how many times he’s tried inviting me over for a fuckin’ family barbecue or some shit like that? Like I’m the one who actually needs an invitation. Probably just trying to trick me into making friendship bracelets with him while watching Paw Patrol or some other fuckin’ propaganda—”

Richie’s rant continues, and it’s so ridiculous that Carmy can’t help the genuine laughter that bubbles out of him at the mental image of it, ducking his face into his arms to hide his smile; except Richie’s caught on and started laughing, too, chest rumbling beneath Carmy’s weight, and it honestly surprises him, how at ease he feels. Naked under the covers, lying on top of Richie of all people, and he’s actually laughing.

Carmy doesn’t really use the word happy to describe how he feels because he thinks it’s too loaded, too precarious, too complex. He doesn’t want to say he’s happy because the notion is difficult for him to pinpoint, and even when he does it usually doesn’t last too long anyways—but he feels… light. All of his usual heaviness absent for once. He feels good.

When he brings his face back up he finds Richie already looking at him, focused on his face, the trace of a smile still present in the curve of his lips, and Carmy can’t tell what the emotion in his eyes is but it looks a little bit like—marvel. It’s the same way Marcus looks at the pages he’d printed out of Carmy’s cookbook, carefully and lovingly taped onto the wall of his station, the fascination of discovering something new, of resonating with it; and Carmy doesn’t know what to do with that.

But then Richie’s eyes fall a bit, fixing themselves on a specific part of his face—Richie’s hand comes up to cup it, nothing unusual by now, but Carmy’s overcome by the warmth he still feels in his chest at the touch, this simple intimacy. Richie’s palm is familiar and calloused around his cheek, and it makes Carmy want to lean into it.

“What’s this from?” Richie murmurs questioningly, running the pad of his thumb gently down the skin of his cheek, just below his right eye, and it takes a moment for Carmy to realize he’s talking about his scar. “Fall into a barbecue again?”

Carmy huffs, half amused. “No. No, uh… it’s stupid. Happened while I was drunk, years ago. Back in New York, when I first left.”

Richie raises his eyebrows at that. “What, you actually got into a fuckin’ fight? I mean, sounds dope, but having a sick ass battle scar on your face isn’t really in character for you, no offense.”

Carmy rolls his eyes. “No, it wasn’t a fight—I… was drinking, and it was kind of just something I did, in the very beginning, I guess. In my downtime, by myself in my apartment because it wasn’t like I had any friends or anything better to do, and it was just supposed to be a way to keep myself occupied. Get me to fall asleep faster, if anything, so I wouldn’t fucking lie awake in bed all night thinking about shit. Except that time it backfired on me, because I got—” Carmy breathes out through his nose, an almost amused, self-deprecating laugh, “So drunk, and all I could think about was—Mikey.

“And I was just so fucking upset. I felt hurt, you know. Had been hurt for the whole past year, and I’d deleted Mikey’s number off my phone months ago so I wouldn’t do anything monumentally fucking stupid like call him while I was drunk or something. And I think I was just… fed up, at that point. I was so fuckin’ angry, at Mikey, at myself, at everyone that I just… kind of had this meltdown. Nearly trashed my whole fuckin’ apartment. Was breaking shit, throwing shit around, and when it was over I found myself in my bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror for the longest time. And I hated what I saw, because it didn’t feel like me. I never felt like myself back then. Didn’t know who I was supposed to be without Mikey and Sugar and everybody else around, and I hated that about me.

“And eventually all I could think about was—” Carmy cuts himself off, thinking about the words. How to say them. “How much I needed… a change. How much I wanted to. But I think I took that a little too literally, or maybe I just wasn’t fucking thinking at all, because I just… slammed my face into the mirror, as hard as I could. Like I was in a fuckin’ movie or something, you know. And there was all this fuckin’ glass, blood everywhere, my face totally fucked, all that shit. It was a mess. I could barely fucking see.”

Richie watches him recount the story with quiet intensity, and even though Carmy doesn’t look back at him he can feel Richie’s eyes on his face, gaze intent. But it doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable, or awkward, or exposed, the way having someone’s undivided attention usually makes him feel. In the moment, he simply just feels listened to. Richie’s watching him, but Carmy doesn’t feel watched; just seen.

“So what happened after? Just bled out all over your fuckin’ floor?”

Carmy huffs. “No, I, uh… had to take myself to the hospital. It was, like, three in the morning. Got four stitches out of it, and still showed up to work the next day.”

He’s expecting Richie to make fun of him, honestly. And why wouldn’t he? He thinks it might just be because of the good mood he’s in, but Carmy’s surprised to find that he doesn’t feel any residual bitterness recalling the memory. Thinks if he were anybody else he’d laugh at himself, too.

Richie doesn’t make fun of him, though. “That might actually be the most hardcore shit you’ve ever told me.” Richie sniffs. “Almost as hardcore as walking off a stab wound, anyways. You’re getting there.”

Carmy actually laughs, the memory of it amusing now that it’s all behind him. It seems fucking ridiculous, looking back on it now. It’s only been a few months, but it feels like a lifetime ago; when he tries to think about it now, he feels like a spectator of his own life, watching the events unfold from someone else's perspective, or like standing from the outside and looking in. He gets that feeling a lot, Carmy thinks.

“You know, I never actually asked you about that. Were you good? Like, was the wound deep, or…”

“Gee, thanks for the concern. Not like it happened, like, six fuckin’ months ago. Glad to know I mean so much to you.”

“Shut up and just tell me. And you probably really did fucking deserve it.”

Richie scoffs. “Couldn’t fucking tell you. Hurt like a goddamn bitch when it happened, though. Got Ebra to patch me up. Couldn’t sit right for a couple weeks, but it was whatever.” He sniffs. “At least it was somewhere people don’t see it. Not sure if that’ll make for a cool scar story in the future.”

“What, like mine was?”

“Nah, yours is just depressing. Do me a favor—next time somebody asks, just tell them you got it in a bar fight like a normal person.” Richie says, and then after a pause, “That why you don’t drink?”

It’s this question that finally makes Carmy feel embarrassed for some reason, glancing up at the ceiling. “Something like that.”

“Damn. And I thought Mikey was the one who was fucked up.”

Carmy laughs a little again, in spite of everything, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well. Guess it runs through the fuckin’ family.”

“They call you guys the Bears for a reason,” Richie says simply. But he still has his hand on Carmy’s face, running his thumb over his scar absentmindedly, like trying to soothe away pain that hasn’t been there for years. It’s a subtle sort of intimacy, quiet and tender. It’s Richie’s touch and not the recollection that makes Carmy’s chest prickle, and he wonders briefly if this is something he ever did with Mikey: lying in the dark, listening to each others’ stories, touching without thinking about it.

He wonders if this is how Richie treats those he cares the most about, or maybe if he’s just gotten close enough to be able to experience this side of him. If this is what it’s like to be Richie’s best friend, to trust someone wholeheartedly, sharing moments that are quiet and intimate and vulnerable.

“Alright,” Richie continues, making Carmy glance up. “Your turn.”

Carmy looks at him quizzically. “My turn for what?”

“Ask me something. Nothing off limits, everything on the table. You shared something about yourself so it’s only natural for me to do the same.”

Carmy frowns a little at this, if only because the notion is strange to him. It’s not like he’s never been open and honest with Richie before—in fact, those moments have been occurring more often than he’d honestly like to admit—but it feels different, this way. To be given the opportunity, no holds barred, because usually Carmy refrains from ever prying too deep; not just with Richie, but with everybody.

He rolls off Richie’s chest back onto the bed, lying on his side with his head propped in his hand as he considers. Richie is surprisingly patient for once, offering him the silence to think, and the whole thing honestly just makes Carmy flustered.

“Is there…” Carmy starts uncertainly, hesitating, but continues when Richie turns to him, expectant. “Is there a reason why you keep your ring?”

Richie stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending, before glancing down at the golden wedding band on his finger, like he’d forgotten that it was there, like he didn’t even know he was wearing it. Then his expression twists, incredulous, like he can’t believe that out of all the things Carmy could’ve possibly asked him about it’s his goddamn wedding ring.

“Why, does it make you jealous or something?” Richie teases him. “Does it make you feel like you’re my mistress?”

Carmy’s face turns hot, but he tells himself it’s out of annoyance rather than embarrassment. “You know what? Forget I asked.”

Richie chuckles, running his knuckles over Carmy’s side placatingly. “Nah, nah, I’m kidding. Uh… if I’m being honest, it’s, like, a distraction. Something for me to worry with. I stopped wearing it after me and Tiff split, but I started wearing it again after Mikey. I dunno. I guess after he died it felt like… nothing was right. Just everything gone to complete shit, and the ring just felt familiar. Like, having it there reminded me of this time in my life where I kind of, sort of had things together, and I guess I just wanted to feel that way again somehow, even if in reality it’s the complete fuckin’ opposite.”

Carmy nods slowly. In a sense, he thinks he gets it. Clinging onto that sense of familiarity; needing the illusion of stability in his life. He understands him.

#this is also to celebrate the blue moon on the 30th!!! that felt way too coincidental :/ #btw sorry if the formatting makes it hard to read i wanted to condense it since it is a bit of a longer excerpt #some of my personal hcs coming to light here… i wrote this way wayyy before s2 came out and it’s still subject to some inevitable tweaking #as i continue to write and edit and piece things together. but this was inspired by a jaw interview where he talks about the scar on his #face. i just thought it was so in character for carmy so i toyed with the idea a little bit to make it fit into his life #this also happens much muuuch later in the fic… i’d post something closer to where i left off in ch2 but as of right now! #it is not written. <3 #anyways i hope at least someone can enjoy this.. thanks for all of your patience mwah #my txt #carmy x richie #carmrich

[shivunin]

Dawn and Gold

(Zevran/Arianwen Tabris | 905 Words | Fluff | No Warnings)

A morning routine at Vigil's Keep

Arianwen had always been a morning person. 

When she woke up, it was all at once and at the same time every single day. During the time she’d been alone at the keep, she’d woken alone and first stretched in her quarters. Then, she started the day by climbing up to the passages she’d worked into the ceiling beams and around the tiny windows. It did the rest of the Wardens good to turn around and find her suddenly standing there, she thought, so she made a point of doing it every morning to keep them alert. 

Then, it was on to sparring, drills, inspection, petitions, paperwork, and whatever awful thing had been dredged up for her to handle that day. She’d go to bed when she felt like it, retreating back through the hidden corridors of Vigil’s Keep. After light reading or personal correspondence, she would climb into her cold bed and stare up at the narrow sliver of starlight. Somewhere out there, she would think, he may yet be looking at the same sky and thinking of me. She would fall asleep looking at those stars every night, and when she woke the day would begin again in the same manner. 

It hadn’t been a bad way to spend her time, but this was far better. 

“You are doing it too loose,” Zevran told her, his eyes half-closed in the dawn’s light. 

“I am doing it exactly the way I always do,” Wen told him, but let the soft braid unravel in her hands so she could start over. He smiled at her, golden even in the half light. It was too much to resist. Still loosely holding a lock of his hair, she leaned forward and kissed him, soft and careful and slow, pulling away when he would have deepened the contact. 

“Hold still,” she said, shifting on his lap and beginning again. Zevran smiled at her as she worked, hands tucked under the hem of her tunic and resting over her bare hips

“I think perhaps you have missed a few—” he began, and she pulled a face at him. 

“You hush,” Wen interrupted and Zevran hushed, laughing slightly.

She still wore his tunic, which she’d slept in, and Zevran was only in his breeches and undershirt. There was something exceptionally tender about this, setting him to rights before either of them put their armor on for the day. Something…soft. Yes. That sounded right.

“So,” he said after several quiet moments, “what do we have planned for today, Arlessa?”

“The usual,” Wen told him, tying the first braid off. She touched his chin so he’d angle his head to the other side, but he leaned forward and kissed the exposed vee of skin at the base of her neck instead. She huffed, faking irritation, and when Zevran drew back his eyes were laughing at her. 

“Petitions,” she told him, ignoring the way his thumbs stroked over her bare skin. “Plenty of petitions.”

“Ah, your favorite.” 

Arianwen snorted, combing out the section of hair with her fingers. He made a soft noise whenever she combed his hair, almost a hum, and his eyes fluttered closed when he made the sound now. Instead of starting the plait as she’d intended, Wen threaded her fingers through the soft strands, fingernails scratching lightly over his scalp. Zevran leaned into the touch, his face relaxing slightly. 

Every single time she saw him like this was a gift of immeasurable worth. They were, both of them, capable of horrible things. The world had worked to turn them hard and unforgiving. It would be very easy indeed to allow that to continue; both of them had plenty of reasons to fear vulnerability. And yet—here they were, still holding on to each other. In all the world, Arianwen was the only person who got to see him like this and she never, ever forgot it. 

Wen repeated the gesture and kissed his forehead after, treasuring the moment. 

“So,” Zevran said at last, “you are saying that there is no chance of getting you back into bed, yes?” 

“Hold still, you ridiculous man,” she told him, as if she hadn’t been the one delaying them. He laughed at her while she finished the second plait and went on chuckling quietly when she finally climbed off his lap to get herself ready for the day. 

Arianwen didn’t mind. Laughter, even if it was directed at her (with Zevran, it was sometimes hard to tell) was miles better than waking up alone. Later, they would come back to this room together and help each other undress. He would massage the aches from her back and she would loosen his hair and comb it out again for bed. When they rested at last, she would drape herself over him like a blanket and they would fall asleep together. That was, she thought, the best possible way to end the day. 

Zevran caught up with her when she reached for the door and opened it for her instead, sweeping into a low and elaborate bow. 

“After you, mi vida,” he said. 

Instead of walking through the door he’d opened, she took the hand he was holding out and grasped it tightly, pulling him along beside her as they started the day at last. 

Yes—this was far better than the mornings she’d woken alone. How fortunate, then, that she would never have to go back.

(It's been too long since I posted these two, so this jumped the queue after that soft post about hair yesterday c: Happy Wednesday!)

#zevran arainai #arianwen tabris #zevwarden #zevwen #my writing #fluff #i barely edited this lol sorry if there's errors #i was trying to finish it quick so i can work on the other thing #which is tough when this one really wanted to be a longer piece #ahh well maybe i will expand it later #arianwen is a horrible warden commander to work for bc she believes in the power of just appearing places and looming over people #shivunin scrivening

[foreverambrosia]

Watching F.airy T.ail and O.ne P.iece, it's almost strange that the arcs are shorter. Like, woah you defeated that bad guy in ten episodes not 70 that's super impressive. Lmao

#for example #one piece's current arc is from episodes 892 to just rn 1089 and they are releasing new episodes within it #however the main battle within the arc was like 100 episodes with some filler ones lmao #campare it to fairy tail where they have lots of smaller arcs #and they do have some longer ones later that are lots of episodes but like average not quite as big #lol

[embraceyourdestiny]

i feel like nomura not knowing what to do with kairi's character has a very meta explanation of kairi doesnt even know who she is and nomura lives / writes his characters so thoroughly that the quandary hes having is because shes having it too. we really live our characters when we're imaging their life and i myself have felt the total confusion, the heartbreak, the love, the fury, the betrayal, the anger of some characters as emotions completely separate from mine so it makes sense for him to be "stuck" / not utilizing her until now because he didnt know where she fit in because kairi didnt know her place in the universe either

#kairi posting #og #all of the kh characters have such distinct lives and voices and feelings and kairi consistently has no idea who she is. her personality in #kh1 is her best approximation of what she thought she was like before having amnesia #or its a completely new self she created because she lost all traces of herself (parallels sora namine roxas ven and castle oblivion to kai #does anyone know whati mean. nomura seems to be very method in his creative style so it would make sense to me. he also explains how he #leaves stuff on the backburner and leaves clues for himself throughout the univserse to utilize later and it seems its kairis time #its also just further prove that kh is originally about sora and riku and their relationship. kairi has always unfortuanetly been an #afterthought and a plot piece to move sora and rikus story along (even riku is 'inspired' by her and only does stuff bc she is there to not #forcefully make him) but i hope thats no longer the case. well see tho....

[onlytibki]

Straw Hat modern!AU v.1: Jobs and Random Bits of non-plot Headcanons

Yes I know Oda already gave a list and far be it from me to disagree with canon (/s) but hear me out

Jimbei - full-time activist, former soldier/bodyguard. Lorge. Still does work as a bouncer from time to time, this is how he meets Luffy.

(Does karate at the national level. Works out at Zoro's gym, teaches classes sometimes.)

Brook - musician, naturally. Classically trained, accidentally achieved popular fame after the band he was in with his old buddies for fun was scouted out. Lost his bandmates. :( Was depressed for years and just tuned pianos and guitars and other instruments until the Straw Hats brought joy to his life again.

Franky - freelance handyman. Is an engineer, has a engineering degree and certification, but no firm will hire him because he refuses to wear formal clothes (main client is the local university, they asked him only to work at night to avoid students and claims plausible deniability if he chooses not to wear shoes on his own job sites) but he doesn't mind his lot in life because fuck 'em anyway also because trauma and also he's in love with one of the profs

Robin - university professor, teaches history/linguistics/historical linguistics/archaeology. Has like four PhDs. Was wrapped up in some shadiness in Central America while a grad student, but does such high-quality work and is in love with her building's handyman that no one tries to get her in trouble for it

(Robin and Franky meet and bond over keeping the fucking ancient anthropology building both up to livable standards and eligible for the national heritage register. They talk A Lot about historical building materials and methods)

((Note I said 'up to livable standards' and not 'up to code'. Franky's nickname is short for 'Frankenstein' for what he's done to the building's wiring, though somehow it still works))

Chopper - third year med student at 15. Already accepted into the residency program Law is an attending at. Also, he has his driver's license now!! He's the DD for the Straw Hat crew when they go out to bars, and is also self-appointed booze coordinator and hits the brakes for people when he senses alcohol poisoning coming on. Not even Whitebeard Himself can argue when little Dr. Tony gives his super-serious little disapproving pout.

(No, a 15yo cannot legally drive at night, much less operate a car full of drunkards. No one tells him this because he takes the responsibility for the well-being of his friends so seriously, and also no one gives a shit, and also everyone else is drunk anyway.)

Sanji - sous-chef at Baratie (I know, I know, shocker) which is next door to Zoro's gym. He takes classes at the university so that he'll be able to run his own restaurant one day.

(If he finds the FUCKING SHITHEAD who's drawing that Sora, Warrior of the Sea-inspired comic in the school newspaper someone's gonna have to fake an alibi to get him out of murder charges. Even if he does approve of Germa 66's ugly designs and cries over Sora's successful escape and loving words to her lost son)

Usopp - physics major, art minor. Draws a weekly comic for the school newspaper called The Adventures of Sniper King. Picked up boxing due to high school requirements, works out at Zoro's gym.

(Yes it's him. He's got a yellow stripe painted down his back due to the vitriol Sanji spews at his pseudonym daily. He really didn't mean for it to take off! Sanji told them all his story once and Usopp was heartbroken because he lost his mom too and one day he got an itch and he drew a comic about what he thought Sora'd say to Sanji, or what he thought Banchina might say to him, or some weird combination--and then sent it instead of the next installment of Sniper King to his editor ON ACCIDENT and PEOPLE WANTED MORE and HE'S SO SORRY AND HE'S SO SCARED. SANJI'S GONNA KILL HIM AND USOPP WILL DESERVE IT)

((Sanji condemns him into being busboy at Baratie for a month and refuses to speak to him for three days. But he also gives him spicy ginger desserts every night for a week, because Usopp's Sora is truer to life than the original Sora in terms of the love she embodies, and because Stealth Black's rumored escape is shown in the light of triumph. Sanji could hear her in the monologue of Sora's thoughts to her son when she learned he'd escaped Germa 66's clutches. How proud she was that the circumstances of his birth and life hadn't chained him down forever. It was the first time since the age of 9 that he could clearly remember what she had sounded like because, whether through pure miracle or the shared sympathy of orphan-hood, Usopp had gotten her voice exactly right, and it soothed something old and hurting in Sanji to hear it.))

Nami - business/finance, computer science double major. She REALLY wanted to study geography and GIS systems but her family needs the money so she's tilted her dreams--she's going to build the most precise geographic information system in the WORLD and market it to rich assholes while "losing it" to low-income thieves in need.

Stole 50% of her college tuition and negotiated down the other half in a meeting the bursar's office can't actually quite remember fully? But it's their signatures on the papers.

Zoro - business major. Yes, it's as ridiculous as it sounds. No he is not passing any of his classes. But Kuina had been determined to inherit the dojo and keep it flourishing, even if her dad didn't think a woman could. Then she died; and Shimotsuki-sensei died when Zoro was in high school; and now Zoro has two dear friends' dreams on his shoulders, and damn his lack of an MBA or any common sense but he will succeed. Sanji, Nami, and Jimbe are helping.

He did rename the place, from just 'Shimotsuki Dojo' to Kuina's Asskickers, and opened it to all sports. All classes and all tournaments are co-ed, all ages. He tried to get "ASSKICKER" on the gym's competition uniforms/gi but some of his students are toddlers so that wouldn't fly, so he uses 2001 instead. People think it's the founding year and get very confused when the gym is technically 50+years old; 2001 = the number of fights Zoro lost to Kuina.

(Nami asks him why he didn't use "KUINA"; Zoro looks at her funny. "But that's not [male student example]'s name? Why would I put that on his back? Do you want people to get confused??")

((He does have Kuina's name stitched into his gi))

Luffy - biology major. HEAR ME OUT. Garp insisted he go to college for at least a semester and while still an undecided liberal arts major, Luffy discovered a whole BUILDING FILLED WITH COOL BUGS!!! AND PEOPLE GO OUT AND FIND THEM?? AND BRING THEM BACK!! THAT'S A JOB???? SO COOL!!!

So yeah. Technically he's on the road to become an entomologist, but is struggling due to his undiagnosed (but incredibly obvious) AuDHD and a lack of care for statistics (and math in general) and research writing (and reading/writing in general). Robin, Chopper, and Usopp are working HARD to get him to the general area of passing. Luffy also is getting a minor in Portuguese (which is his first language) because he plans on exploring the Amazon Rainforest looking for cool beetles when he graduates.

Ace - fire fighter with shady connections. (more later?)

Sabo - activist with much shadier connections. (more later?)

#jesus this turned out longer than i meant #op #one piece #opla #if you'd like #this is version 1 #i'll write out v2 at a later date

[curseofbreadbear]

show of hands

#{ im trying so hard to keep my thoughts contained until the movie has been out a BIT longer BUT... } #{ if this poll gets enough “yes”es i might post it (with a read more obviously) ! } #🎬 || time for bear. (ooc.) || 🎬 #🎬 || tear the pieces up and burn the shreds. (delete later.) || 🎬