#one piece 1023

[miyukisluv]

nothing beats this

#the anime kinda rushed it but its an iconic moment #one piece #gol d. roger #gold roger #op #one piece roger #one piece manga #one piece 967 #one piece 1023

[ayusaurus]

Okay, I want to talk about this scene with Chopper from Wano and how happy it made me.

Like when I saw this scene, I was literally SO PROUD of our lil doctor and teared up. Like here Chopper is, in the middle of a battlefield creating a nebulizer to help treat patients who are slowly dying and becoming monsters. Chopper himself is also battling the same illness and on the brink of becoming a monster too. I bring this up because the fact that when I saw the nebulizer cloud was pink, I cried. It mirrors what happened with Dr. Hiriluk perfectly back on Drum (Now Sakura) island. He was fighting for his life while also trying to cure people of a disease. He managed to find the cure before he died and asked Kureha to perfect it and help save others. And she did and showed off the work that Hiriluk perfected when Chopper left to become a pirate and have the belief in the fact that there is nothing that can't be cured. And that cure was a sakura cloud for the residents of Drum Island, much like Chopper's virus nebulizer was. And tbh, it's just as meaningful to Chopper's growth as him accepting Monster Point to help his friends My boy is such an amazing doctor in his own right now and Hiriluk and Kureha would be so proud of him saving everyone. Wano had so many amazing moments for every character undoubtedly, but this was so well done.

#One Piece #tony tony chopper #One Piece Chopper #One Piece 1023 #I loved this moment so much and it made me so proud of him #Youtube

[homostacis]

Megumi Ishitani is a FUCKING GOD

#i just watched her episodes #holy fuck #i actually like wano for like an hour? #yamato is good actually? #peak fiction perhaps? #like damn i just FELT the expansiveness of the narrative #the sheer amount of plotlines dragging themselves to the final conflict it was #overwhelming but like in the best way possible #she's insane i await her next episode with bated breath #if the pattern keeps up her next is adapting chapter 1022 #if that happens i will die #one piece 1023 #megumi ishitani

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

Hi! One of opbackground's most recent posts made me wonder. In Enel's cover story of ch 470, the description talks about the people living on the moon. I've seen this translated in many different ways and I was wondering if they use the same wording/name here in japanese as for the Lunarians?

oh, this is a really good question! so, it doesn't refer to them as lunarians directly, but it also doesn't refer to them with any other proper name. in the official, judging by the @opbackgrounds post, it looks like they've called them 'mooninites.' in japanese, it just calls them 月の人/tsuki no hito, meaning "people of the moon." which reads as a descriptive term, not necessarily a name. the full phrase translated directly would be like "winged 'people of the moon' who lived in ancient times."

the name of the lunarians is spelled out directly when they're eventually named as ルナーリア��/runaaria-zoku, with 族/zoku meaning 'tribe' or 'clan.'

while we're at it, it may be a coincidence, but i will note that marco's memory of whitebeard's story of the ancient civilization on top of the red line (in the same chapter the lunarians are named) refers to it as 神の国/kami no kuni, 'country of the gods,' which is also a term used to describe skypiea a few times throughout that arc.

#one piece #japanese #jonny answers #arc: thriller bark #ch 470 #arc: skypiea #ch 239 #arc: wano kuni #ch 1023 #enel

[usopps-froggy-hat]

choppenheimer

#one piece #chopper #tony tony chopper #ep. 1023 #wano #one piece screenshots #one piece screencaps #one piece anime

[onepiecebdays]

february 2nd - nefertari vivi

debut chapter: 103

recent chapter: 1090

current age: 18

affiliation: kingdom of alabasta

bounty: none

#nefertari vivi #one piece #february #first image is the cover page for 1023!

[favoriteonepiecepanels]

#this man is so hot i swear #roronoa zoro #one piece #ch.1023

[moriartard]

OH MY GOD IT'S CHERRY BLOSSOMS... AH, IT'S CHERRY BLOSSOMS... SOB SOB UHGH FRHUGGH SOB GEUHK OUG HAAH... HAa..

#one piece spoilers #one piece episode 1023 #one piece #tony tony chopper

[713-4th-ward-g]

#One Piece #Ace #backstory #*i don't own this* #*promotional use* #i swear everyones backstory is so tragic #the journey has been so beautiful to see #1 episode to 1023 episodes wow its taken some time to get here #but having experienced it i can't say theres anything close to its deep story #hunter hunter has a lot but with the hiatus we couldn't explore the dark continent yet #and still theres still so much to wonder about hunter hunter #but one piece still has things that happen in episode 100 200 300 come up later down the story on top of just the world of one piece #much like hunter hunter its just so much you want to know and at least we're able to have one piece still going on idk how he's been able #you only find out about luffys true fruit power in the 1k chapters 😭 #zoros namis and brooks back stories still need to be explored more #i went from disliking sanji to him being one of my favorites just cause of his full backstory being fleshed out completely n the later arcs #sanjis backstory is seriously so tragic and you find out why he is the way he is #the first backstory is still tragic but after time skip backstory man it just hits so hard

[everykawamatsu]

#one piece #kawamatsu #kawamatsu the kappa #akazaya nine #nine red scabbards #one piece kawamatsu #wano #wano kuni #kappa boy #anime cap #ep 1023 #ashura #nekomamushi #izo #kiku #raizo #inuarashi #denjiro #kinemon #oden #kanjuro's ugly drawings

[portgas-d--umb-ass]

an this episode was really slow, but i'm confident that it will pick up since we're getting to the good parts.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy one piece #op 1023 anime without spoilers #no spoilers

[arcade-gann0n]

HUH????

(watching: e1023)

#ep 1023 #FUCK YOU MEAN ODEN #ur LYING who ARE YOU #live reaction : one piece #one piece #ysoldaswife says things

[pardon-my-scifi]

HE AIN'T A RACCOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even Marco was like "Whoops. My bad."

#one piece #ep 1023 #tony tony chopper #wano

[azullumi]

alhaitham, wanderer, ayato — love at first sight ☆彡

summary — it was right then and there that he could only think of one thing— it's going to be you.

characters — alhaitham, wanderer, ayato (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff, concept of love at first sight, he's yearning and thinking of you always; headcanons

word count — 1023

note — i saw a pretty lady last week on the mall.

ALHAITHAM

he knew right then and there, in that moment, upon first sight, that he loves you, maybe not now but he will. and no it did not mean that he fell in love the first time his eyes caught sight of you because he never believed on the idea of being able to give your hearts away on one glance— it's just the feeling, the intuition, the thought that it was only a matter of time before he'll inevitably adore and cherish you.

on the first encounter— he watches, he could see how you fit yourself into the surroundings, flowing perfectly like water in the river, blending in and though other people might view you as just nothing but an ordinary person, he, however, doesn't see you only as that. your presence brings harmony to a beautiful scenery, like the brightest star in the sky, the reflection of the moon on the surface of an ocean, the flowers in a vast green field. without you, nothing will ever feel complete.

he couldn't take his eyes off you and even when you're not seen in his line of sight anymore, you remain in his thoughts—he carves you in every part of his mind, always thinking, imagining, fragments of your being inside his head. you never left his mind, not even for once after the first time he saw you as if you settled in the depths of his thoughts and corners of his heart.

and on his second encounter with you, the moment he looks into your eyes, warmth blooms like a flower over his chest, his heart flutters, and you look breathtaking as ever. he never understood how it felt to want something forever until that day; he never thought he would crave to see the stars in the morning nor would he ever ache for the moon to speak to him about your worries.

then he wonders what will be his third encounter bring? hopefully, and praying, something great. maybe on that time, he’ll get to make out the way your skin feels against his.

WANDERER

the first time you caught his attention, it was as if curiosity was planted in his chest—he was never made aware of how this seed will bloom.

love at first sight? how funny. such an idea is impossible to happen especially for him—he only had love out of inconvenience, because the situation calls for it, because he was supposed to be love not because he deserves it—so he scoffs at himself, dismissing the reason of his eyes being drawn at a stranger,  you, following them everywhere they go and watching their every move, as that notion. you just look unfamiliar and new to him that's all there is…perhaps.

maybe it was in the way your eye wrinkles every time you smile, the way you dance and flow to the rhythm of the conversation, or the way your voice and laugh soothes him. perhaps it was even the bold way you strike up a conversation with him, talking and treating him so gently—and he hates himself for thinking that it was fine to be a stranger just to you if it’s to keep that same tenderness you touch him on the first time.

there was a certain feeling of uncertainty, tainting his judgment as if mud on a water. you were a beautiful someone to him, strange, peculiar, wonderful, tearing through his skin, sinking beneath his bones, and drowning in the essence of unfamiliarity.

all rationality and logic is being thrown outside the window and it took him quite some time to realize and accept that he had fallen in love, whether it was the first time he laid his sight on you, the second he met your eyes, or the third he listened to your laugh.

it doesn’t even matter if your world is colored in different hues than his, your flaws and imperfections doesn’t matter to him because combined with his, it allowed two separate, beautiful and broken, pieces to be together, it doesn’t matter, nothing mattered to him—he just wanted you to be his.

KAMISATO AYATO

it was a sense of familiarity, and no, he has never seen you before nor talked with you. it was a sense of familiarity as if his heart had known you longer than his mind, and he thought— it's you. it's going to be you that he will give the world to.

it was perhaps only nothing but a quick moment, fleeting as if it never meant to exist in the first place, but for him, it felt like an eternity and the moment you disappeared, his eyes seeked out for you, searching and wandering in the midst of the crowds, wishing to see you once more—and it remained that way, days, weeks, months, even when he could barely remember your face anymore, it remained that way because his heart still skips a beat at the thought of you for you were everything his heart dreams of. 

and at the moment he saw you for the second time—seek, yearn, chase, darling, he finally found you after a lifetime of waiting. he doesn’t wish for this to be yet another fleeting moment so he hurries, immediately grabbing you without the intention of letting you go.

in his mind, you’re enmeshed in his imagination, and in his dreams, the two of you had already spent a lifetime together. he has seen you in his father’s eyes when he talks about marrying someone who is worthy of his heart and in his mother’s eyes when she tells him to be with someone who will see him for what he is.

he believes in the idea of love happening at first sight but the misconception that it was only at first glance weighs over him, perhaps, for him, it was love at first sight, last sight, on each and every sight. it was love on each stolen glance, on instants when your hand will link with his, and moments wherein he finds you asleep and tangled in his sheets. it was love every time he saw you, every time he was with you.

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#alhaitham fluff #alhaitham headcanons #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #wanderer x reader #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer headcanons #wanderer genshin #scaramouche #wanderer x you #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #ayato headcanons #ayato x reader #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #azul.writes

[usopps-froggy-hat]

the entire battlefield witnessing monster point chopper bitch slap queen after chanting ‘tanuki! tanuki! tanuki!’: oh shit my bad

#one piece #chopper #tony tony chopper #queen the plague #ep. 1023 #wano #wano arc #yonko saga #one piece screenshots #one piece screencaps #one piece anime #op anime spoilers

[ronearoundblindly]

ransom + a kiss on a falling tear? 🥺

*evil cackling*

Ransom Drysdale x reader [can be enjoyed as a one-shot or as a piece of The Root of All Ransom series]

The Ransomizer

Warning for filth and so many f-bombs. I'm sorry, but they make *him* and they make it way funnier. MINORS DNI. There is plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1023

There’s an app, and at this particular moment, Ran might destroy any phone on the fucking planet that has it downloaded.

Fucking traitor.

Fucking mathematical bullshit.

He trusted that fucking thing, but this? Ran’s gonna expire before night’s end because of that piece of fucking shit.

No, Ran tenses and slows down, too close, too close, not yet. Fuuuuuuuuuck.

He squeezes his eyes shut, heaving in a breath and growling the air back out.

See, the app is called the ‘Randomizer.’ All it does is generate a single digit number—1 through 9. That’s it. That’s all it does.

You and he use it for chores or choosing between equally-favored options of things. It’s always been super helpful since that’s the kind of decision making Ransom can’t fucking stand to waste time on. It became a fun game of who does what how many times before switching.

Tonight, Ran decided to make it choose…something else, namely how many times you’d each come on Valentine’s Day.

Then that fucking piece of donkey-ass, hurl-fodder went and did this.

Orgasms for you: NINE.

Orgasms for him: ONE.

Cocksucker!

Or, he guesses, ZERO COCKSUCKING.

The mere thought of you on your kn—nope. Breathe. Hold it together. He can do this.

It’s been a marathon. He has walked away—pulled out and gotten off the bed—to cool down several times. If blue balls were a real condition, he’d be dangling two setts of lapis lazuli.

Once, he even took a pillow with him to scream into, he’s so (sincerely) fucking frustrated.

You came on his fingers twice, with his mouth another, with his mouth and a finger in the ass another, him fucking you while you wore this dainty heart buttplug once more, and (thank god) three times while riding him. It’s finally about to be his turn. He just has to get you there one last time.

The night’s gone on so long that it’s early.

You two have been running on fumes and hastily-grabbed water for the last half hour.

“Come on. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. One more for me.”

He’s got you folded in half beneath him on the very damp bed, cockhead pumping (albeit slightly slower in his fatigue) over your g-spot with expert, torturous precision.

He can feel you climbing back toward a peak, but if he doesn’t seal this fucking deal he will literally, metaphorically, and physically die. Holy shit, don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it.

He has one last, completely desperate play to make, and when he weighs his options based on the inferno deep in his thigh muscles, the near-hallucination level of oxygen deprivation to his brain, and the magnet-like pull of pleasure between his pelvis and yours, he can’t see a choice.

At this point, you’re so fucked out, you might not even notice, so he releases one of your legs to let it lazily flop with his thrusts, the flat of your foot weakly kicking his ass without a care in the fucking world except for fuck’s sake come, woman.

Ran grasps your throat gently, palm hot on your clammy skin, tilting your face to the side for better control while the situation feels excruciatingly out of control. He gives the tiniest squeeze as he grinds his hips to yours, the most friction he can offer until the chaffing starts—and it will start soon since he ran out of lube when you rode him.

He watches your shining eyes cross in bliss before you close them.

Tears escape, and he hastily curls forward to catch one with his lips as it rolls to your hairline.

You taste like sweat and sex. That’s no fucking surprise. One shower ain’t gonna wash this stink off.

Fuck, he’s so close.

After staving off his end for so long, he almost can’t believe it. There’s a euphoric haze that blurs the edge of his existence and a dull ringing in his ears that won’t stop. Good, because he can’t stop either.

“You want it. I know you want to. You wan’ cum, don’t you?” At this point, he’s…not sure who he’s actually referencing, but fuck if he’s thinking anything at all.

He’s startled—full-blown, jerks-to-a-stop startled—by your end.

Your hands, which had long since turned to jello, spring to life and claw at his chest, so he instantly lets go and props himself up. Holy shit, he’s never heard you mewl like that. And the force with which you writhe beneath him? Well, he could maybe sorta kinda consider doing this again for another ticket to see that show.

You grip at his sides and keep punching your hips up. You’re fucking him mid-air, legs lolling hap hazardously behind his back and thighs, possessed to move by the sheer potency of your spasming core, and it—it—oh fuck.

Like a house of cards, Ran’s resolve crumbles to leave him nothing but a puddle atop you.

Stamina in absentia, mouth stretched open where it landed over your collarbone, he sobs curses in relief, emptying everything he has regardless of how pinned and tangled you two are.

The flood recedes. Tidal currents return to normal in his body very, very slowly.

He dimly realizes he’s too heavy to stay like that, but he can’t roll away or let go.

Ran tucks his arms beneath you, shifting the burden to his forearms, veins screaming in protest, but he doesn’t fucking care. He bends his knees to hold up his lower half, a warm trickle of cum, dislodged from you, making its way down his balls, but he doesn’t fucking care. He becomes the least effective cage imaginable because he’s not meant to keep you like this.

He just needs a minute, just one fucking minute after this very long night.

He looks up to your face, tracing his nose up your throat and pressing his lips against your lax jaw.

“You’re doing the fucking dishes this week,” he groans. “I don’t give a shit what the app said.”

You pat a hand to his sweaty ass.

“Yeah.”

He just needs a fucking minute, but he'll take nine if he god damn pleases.

Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar ⬅️ ➡️ Bucky Barnes and a kiss as encouragement

[Main Masterlist; Valentine's 2024 Fics; Ko-Fi]

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#ro answers #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale fluff #the root of all ransom #ransom demands #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n