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a11sunday · 1 hour
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the end of that arc just ripped open another whole can of worms,,, the lore is crazy,,,
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a11sunday · 3 hours
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EAST BLUE CREW 🌊
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a11sunday · 4 hours
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send  me  ‘ headcanon ‘  +  a  word  and  i  will  give  you  a  headcanon  around  it.
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a11sunday · 5 hours
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This is so damn cute!!
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a11sunday · 6 hours
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modern au things… fluffy things…. slice of life threads…. save me
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a11sunday · 7 hours
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a11sunday · 9 hours
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i don’t usually buy food merch for shows and such, but i’ve been looking for a sanji version of the ocean bomb drink and i finally found itttt 🤩 should i drink it and keep the can, or never open it? idk lol! but he’s on my shelf as we speak 💛
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a11sunday · 1 day
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usoppun ��🌿
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a11sunday · 1 day
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starter call. — no need to specify muse unless you want someone specific.
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a11sunday · 1 day
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one of my running gags for iselda is that she's always running late. i have the headcanon for it somewhere. but, as a result, she's been left behind by the ship multiple times in garp's efforts to teach her to be on time. even as a captain though, her naval crew has left her behind by accident.
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a11sunday · 1 day
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she's falling, falling, falling, and sanji does what he does best and catches her in his arms, cradling her against his form.
he's about to set her down when he feels her shift in his arms. then, she's everywhere all at once. the gloss of her lips taste like the sweetest citrus with a bite of tart, the hand tugging at his hair makes him gasp against her mouth and his fingertips sink against her skin, holding her closer and wishing that this could never stop. if they weren't in the middle of a battlefield, sanji would forget the world completely and draw out this moment to savor for as many hours as she pleased.
cheeks bloom red , and he feels like smoke is rising from the top of his head and out of his ears. what a dangerous thing for her to do , knowing that even a simple touch from her sends him reeling and dizzy. even now, sanji unsteadily sways after such a passionate kiss !
get your head on straight, sanji !
gaze darts to where she's turned her attention, and he catches a glimpse of her fury , the hand clenching his lapel turning vise-like.
briefly, he rests his forehead against her temple, hand easing her tension-filled fist from his suit. it's enough for now; her public declaration of who he truly belongs to. not to the charlottes, not to the vinsmokes, but to their crew, to her. how much it means to him, to be wanted, to be cherished this much that they would risk their lives to get him back... he couldn't dwell on it too long or else he would be rendered a useless mess of tears. turning in the direction of their ship, he takes off with his beloved in his arms, hand grasping hers tightly against his chest where his heart still thrummed wildly.
" nami-san, hold onto me as tightly as you like! you can count on me to protect you ~ ! ❤︎ ~ "
sanji. / @a11sunday
Something innate within her relaxes once she touches down in Sanji's arms. Home, says the feeling, you're home. He's home. All the anger she felt after his display against Luffy melts away as she looks into his eyes, because he's back, and safe, and unmarried and sacrificed, and he's grinning at her so softly like always. Nami smiles back until she catches sight of his family.
Her blood boils at the very sight of the Vinsmokes and Charlottes, as she remembers every instance of how she’s heard them speak of Sanji, as if he's never been anything more than a pawn to move and dispose of at will. She knows what it's like to be regarded and disregarded for use alone, having your sense of person beat out of you after awhile.
Driven by impulse and more than she cares to look into at the present moment, Nami takes Sanji’s face between her hands and presses her body against his, as much as she can being carried against his chest, as she captures his lips with her own. She kisses him like their lives depend on it, fingers twining through the hair at the back of his neck and pulling. Her other hand grips his lapel like it's an extension of herself.
Mine, the kiss says. I will always want him. Need him.
She breaks away with a soft pop, breathing heavy, and casts a seething glance at the people that wanted to use him. They’ll have a lot to talk about, she and Sanji, but for now, she holds tight and they run.
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a11sunday · 1 day
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‘He knows what a shitty person I am, and he still smiles at me’
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a11sunday · 2 days
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As you can tell, I am very normal about him.. this one goes out to the hairy Usopp enjoyers👀
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a11sunday · 2 days
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You morons can't challenge the entire world and expect to win! Yeah? Bring it on!
MAKE ME CHOOSE — OP EDITION:
@sistersgrimm asked → enies lobby or arlong park
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a11sunday · 2 days
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practiced hands tend to the young boy. after years of patching up the other village children, especially luffy, and not to mention the kinder pirates that have washed ashore, makino should really start apprenticing with the local doctor.
" you're very welcome, sabo-kun. " with the handkerchief tucked into one of her pockets, she dabs at the tears welling at the corners of his eyes. " because you were such a brave good boy, why don't i make you some ramen ? what toppings do you want ? anything you like. "
( @ryusokcn , continued. )
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a11sunday · 2 days
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what ghost haunts you ?
* THE GHOST OF YOUR BLOODLINE : ACE.
you were doomed from the start, weren’t you ? born to bend yourself to the will of a bloodline that sneers at every effort you take towards betterment. you are stained by the hand of your father, your mother, perhaps a family member that looms over your weary shoulders. the first grave is the childhood home, after all. you can escape all you wish. your body can leave the home, the state, the country, but you will always be haunted by what raised you. when chelsea dingman wrote, “i have been trying to go home my entire life.” when graham greene wrote, “from childhood i had never believed in permanence, and yet i had longed for it.” when oscar wilde wrote, “a burnt child loves the fire.”
tagged by: @danversiism < 33 tagging: YOU !!
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a11sunday · 2 days
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i love this freak so bad ;__;
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