#30 days for OPLA

[soulfullofstarx]

let's drink some coffee while we wait ☕

#i just wanna say that i won't be able to shut up about one piece for the entire month of August #gear 5 is coming #30 days for OPLA #my edit #wallpaper #twitter headers #lockscreen #one piece #one piece manga #monkey d. luffy

[kisskissgotohell]

theres a consequence of spending a lot of my time on fandom internet that means as i was watching one piece there was a part of my brain that was desperately trying to form a ship out of some combination of characters, and i was actively fighting it bc i think that mindset can get pretty reductive. this is not a post about that. this is a post about how the easy part about fighting that impulse was that at this point in the story, i just can't picture luffy in any sort of romantic relationship. HOWEVER. the hard part is that at this point in the story, i can also 100% believe that every supporting character has a crush on luffy. so.

#to clarify 'every supporting character' means the straw hat crew and koby. btw. #opla #one piece live action #in my head im reading it as 'everyone has a brief crush on him that morphs into close friendship' #in the way that like. u get a crush on a cool stranger for the 30 seconds u pass them on the street #except it lasts like two days due to longer exposure #<- described with the full confidence of someone who hasn't actually had a crush in years lol

[paperultra]

candy stripes.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5,048 words Warnings: Swearing, hospital setting [A/n: Soulmate AU. :)]

sortiger (adjective): delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular

Nobody else can see the string but you.

You wish you didn’t. It has no texture, no weight, so you can’t understand why it can’t be invisible too. But the string demands attention with every use of your hands, seizes your eye when you wash dishes in the morning and brush your teeth at night, a garish and bloody red that matches the stripes of your uniform.

You hate your string and you hate the color red.

Miss Xinyu, the old lady in Room 30, has one too. At least, that’s what she had told you when you gained the courage to mention yours one day, not knowing what it meant and how much you would come to dread it.

“It’s your red string of fate,” she had explained. “It connects you to the person who understands you more than anyone else in the world.”

In other words, your soulmate. Your one and only.

Miss Xinyu says you’re a lucky ducky, knowing what your future holds.

Her string goes into the ground now. You don’t think being reminded of a dead person whenever you look at your pinkie is very lucky.

The biggest reason why you hate the string so much, though, is because you’ve always had a problem doing what you’re supposed to unless you want to, which causes a lot of trouble for a nine-year-old girl. You already have trouble being nice to patients who are mean to you, so how can you love and wait for someone you’ve never met? It makes you feel icky.

Why can’t you choose? How come you have to have one at all?

Your only source of comfort is that your string is very, very thin and runs out of the hospital. That means your soulmate, whoever they are, is very, very far away. You’d very much like it to stay that way.

But it doesn’t.

—

Nurse Taoh wants you to watch the patients in Room 8 while he finishes his charts. You don’t really want to, if only because it’s Nurse Taoh asking – he likes to order you around more than Dr. Gu – but you don’t want to get into trouble again, so you go.

(… And okay, you are just a little bit curious about the new inpatients. You only know three things about them: one, they were brought in together last night while you were in your room poking holes into your paper instead of correcting it; two, they’re a man and a boy, presumably father and son; and three, everyone says it’s a miracle they’re still alive.)

(Then again, you’ve seen many miracles here.)

The unit is quiet as you walk down the hallway. Quiet, but not silent, as your polished shoes squeak like little mice against the floor and you whisper the room numbers as you pass by them. Two, four, six – eight.

You stop and knock, three sharp raps against the brown wood.

“Hello?” You open the door and poke your head in. “My name is –”

The squiggly-patterned curtain that often separates patients for privacy is drawn, and you clamp your mouth shut as you realize the patient closest to you is asleep.

Shutting the door silently, you creep closer to the foot of his bed. The man underneath the sheets lies quietly; he is little more than a skeleton, eyes sunken and bones sticking out underneath blistered skin. His beard is long and scraggly, but it pales in comparison to his mustache, each side braided and sticking out to the sides.

He looks angry, even though he’s sleeping. You hope he’s not the type to wake up and yell at you as you tiptoe past to check on the boy.

You pass the curtain, catch a glimpse of the bed sheets, and see –

Red.

Your feet root themselves in place, the room suddenly devoid of air.

You stare. Blink hard, twice. Look again. Then, trembling, you look down at your hand.

Your eyes trace the string around your own finger, following down to the dip of it that barely touches the ground and back up over the blankets until it ends in a red loop around the boy’s pinkie, tied off with a little bow.

Your stomach turns.

Stumbling forward, you make your way to the visitor’s chair in the corner. You slump down into it and stare straight ahead at the curtain, refusing to look at the boy’s face.

He continues to sleep.

You don’t want him to wake up.

—

The boy does not stir during your first meeting, but that small mercy is quickly eclipsed two days later by a single bowl of chicken broth.

The look on your face is sour as you walk down the hallway again, the broth splashing up against the lid with each step. Because most of the patients in the hospital you live in are elderly, the staff have somehow gotten it into their heads that you simply must spend time with the boy in Room 8 because he is your age and you need to socialize with other kids. You very much don’t want to. Not with him, at least.

Dr. Gu is just leaving the room when you arrive. She gives you a quick smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkling, and pats your head.

“So you heard that the boy woke up, huh?”

You grunt, looking away with a pout. “Can’t you give this to him, Dr. Gu?”

“Nope. I have to finish my rounds,” she says. “Go in and have a chat. His name is Sanji. You’ll like him.”

“I doubt it,” you mumble underneath your breath.

Dr. Gu probably hears you, but she doesn’t scold you, merely patting your head one last time before you enter Room 8.

The dividing curtain is drawn this time. The window curtains are pulled back, too; it’s a somewhat cloudy day outside, but bright enough to sharpen the shadows on the walls and make the boy look even paler than you remember.

His eyes are closed as you approach. A sprout of hope that he might have fallen asleep again blooms in your chest – you’ll just leave the broth on the table, you think to yourself, and go about the rest of your day. Nobody said you had to watch him drink it.

You get about five feet away, already planning to drop some books off to the other rooms, when the boy’s nose suddenly twitches.

His eyes open to thin slits. Your hope shrivels like a weed in the desert as he speaks.

“What’s that?” His voice is quiet and raspy.

Your eyebrow twitches. “It’s just chicken broth,” you say tartly, setting the tray down on the overbed table and turning it around so that it’s over his lap. You take off the lid and steam bursts from the bowl.

The boy reaches up to rub his eyes. The red string dangles from his pinkie, and you quickly look away with a scowl.

“Who are you?” he asks, scooting back to sit up more as he gradually becomes more alert.

Reluctantly, you give him your name. “Will you need help with the soup?”

He shakes his head. His gaze latches onto the contents of his bowl, and he stops, transfixed.

You scramble to stop him as he suddenly grabs the bowl and attempts to gulp it all down in one go.

“Don’t do that! You’ll throw up!” Without thinking, you seize his hands and pry the bowl away from his mouth. A few drops of broth splash over the blankets and his gown, and your irritation grows. Now you’ll have to fix that. “Drink it slowly.”

“I haven’t eaten anything for weeks,” the boy complains. “What do you know?”

“I’ve been studying medicine since I was a little kid,” you retort. “So I know a lot.”

He frowns. “You are a little kid.”

“I’m nine years old!”

“No, I’m nine! You don’t look as old as me!”

There’s no way this … this brat is the same age as you! Fuming, you let go of the bowl and jab a finger at his face. “I am nine years old and I know more than you! You can’t drink the broth like that!”

You’re met with silence. The boy’s eyes are wider than saucers. Pride wells up inside you at your ability to shut him up.

But then he puts the bowl down and seizes your hand, and your pride gives way to horror as he folds down your index finger and lifts your pinkie – the pinkie with the red string wrapped around it.

He lifts his own pinkie, the rest of his fingers folded. Your jaw clenches when you see how the string has shortened to mere inches, bridging the space between his hand and yours.

“Holy shit,” the boy says. The largest grin spreads across his face, and it’s blinding and scary and you hate it, you hate it. “It’s you! You’re my soulmate, aren’t you?!”

“No,” you reply quickly, whipping your hand behind your back and backing away. “No, I’m not!”

“But you see the string too! I knew I’d meet you some day. How come you’re”— he pushes the table away, eagerly but just gentle enough so no more of the broth spills—“how come you’re hiding it behind your back?”

“I’m not your soulmate,” you bark, panic rising in your chest. “Don’t you ever say that!”

You only catch a glimpse of the hurt that flashes across the boy’s face before you turn around and dash out of the room.

Mrs. Hong finds you in the storage closet later, curled up behind the shelves of gauze and IV tubing. She coaxes you out with a promise of rice balls and no questions asked. You wish all the adults were more like her.

—

The next day, Miss Jaylee hoists you over her shoulder like a human sacrifice and brings you to Room 8.

“I don’t want to see him! You can’t make me!”

“He’s refusing treatment and food unless he sees you,” the woman answers briskly, each of her steps jostling you up and down. “You don’t want to be responsible if Sanji dies, do you?”

“I don’t care if he dies!”

Miss Jaylee clicks her tongue and walks faster.

You flail, feeling a little guilty for your cruel words but too proud to take them back. Sanji couldn’t have heard you, anyway, and nobody here is going to let him die no matter what he does or what you say.

You hear a door swing open. Miss Jaylee walks into Room 8 and turns around, and you lift your head, glaring at Sanji as his face lights up and his cheeks turn rosy.

“[Y/n]!”

Your own cheeks burn in embarrassment at the position you’re currently in. This, you only now realize, is way worse than walking into the room voluntarily.

“How come they’re carrying you? Are you okay?” he asks.

“Let them treat you,” you snap, arms limp and dangling. “And eat your stupid food or I’ll get in trouble.”

“Okay.” You nod, opening your mouth to speak again only for him to continue, “But only if I get to talk to you afterwards.”

What is he, a prince?! What makes it so easy for him to demand such things?

“That wasn’t what you told them,” you protest, squirming, but Miss Jaylee only tightens her arm around your waist.

(“Be nice,” she warns. You growl.)

“It’s important,” Sanji stresses, looking pointedly down at his hand and then back at you.

You bite down on your tongue as the red string glimmers in the light.

Dr. Gu and Nurse Taoh stare at you expectantly. Your neck is starting to ache from craning it, and there’s a feeling that you’ll never stand on your own two feet again unless you do what he wants.

“… Fine,” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Only once you promise to stay does Miss Jaylee let you slide off her shoulder. You stand to the side, arms crossed impatiently as they take Sanji’s vitals and ask him some questions. He’s only half paying attention, head turning to look at you more than once, which you merely turn up your nose at.

“All right, we’ll leave you two to chat now,” Dr. Gu says. “If you need anything, just let [Y/n] know, okay?”

“Okay,” Sanji says.

With that, the three adults leave, and you and Sanji are left alone once more.

“I’m glad you came. They were starting to get mad at me,” he says, then cuts straight to the chase. “How come you don’t want to be my soulmate?”

“Because I don’t want a soulmate,” you immediately reply.

“But why? It’s nice, isn’t it? Being special to each other?”

“You can’t be special to me. We’re not even friends.”

For the second time, Sanji looks hurt.

“…We’re not?” he asks. You shake your head. “But … you brought me food.”

You’re befuddled. “Because Dr. Gu made me,” you say, trying to ignore the disappointment on his face. “Besides, I yelled at you yesterday. Friends don’t yell at each other.”

“I thought that you were maybe just really surprised …” His voice gets smaller and smaller. “Some people get mad when they’re just surprised …”

“I wasn’t surprised. I saw it when you were still asleep.”

“Oh,” Sanji mumbles. He looks down at the sheets, scratching at the wrinkle in the thin white fabric. “Okay.”

He says nothing more. You fidget, wondering if he’s pretending to look like he’s about to cry or if he really is trying not to. You’re not good with people who start crying.

You chew on your bottom lip. Sanji tucks his hand with the string on it underneath his bed sheets, his eyes disappearing behind his tangled hair, and fine, you feel kind of bad whether he’s tricking you or not.

“I’ll only be friends with you if you don’t talk about being soulmates,” you finally tell him begrudgingly. “Not ever, okay?”

His head shoots back up. “Really?!”

“Only if you don’t talk about it! I’m serious.” You huff at Sanji’s sudden change in mood and click your tongue. “If you stay sad you might not get better.  Don’t get the wrong idea!”

He nods, grinning bigger than ever.

Oh, dear, you think as he promises that he’ll be a really, really good friend, you might have made a mistake.

—

By the fifth day, Zeff, the man who was brought in with Sanji, is awake.

You hear them arguing before you see them, pushing a cart of books for Sanji to browse through as per your agreement the day before. They’re loud, and Sanji calls the man an old shitbag right as you knock and push the door open.

“I’m here,” you announce, and the two quiet down to look at you. You give Zeff a polite smile. “Hello, sir. I’m [Y/n].”

“Hello, little miss,” Zeff says, his features softening from the angry expression he’d directed towards Sanji a moment before.

“Why are you being nice to her and not me?” Sanji pipes up from his side of the room, all puffed-out cheeks and petulantly crossed arms.

“Because she don’t make my ears ring with nonstop whining,” the man answers sharply. “Now get a book and read so I can finally have some peace and quiet.”

“You get a book and read,” Sanji grumbles.

“What was that, boy?”

You cut in before they start bickering all over again. “Do you want a book too, Mr. Zeff?”

Zeff’s gaze flicks over to you once more, and your shoulders tense. The man takes a deep, calming breath, and then he sighs, reclining back into his pillow and closing his eyes. “No, thank you, little miss,” he mutters. “Reading’s no good for my head right now.”

“Do you have a headache?” He grunts in affirmation. “Do you want me to get a nurse?”

“No, no, don’t need any of that.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a headache,” Sanji accuses.

Zeff’s mustache twitches. “All you need to know is that you oughta stop yappin’ when a man wants peace and quiet!”

(Not again.)

As you give up and walk over to draw the curtains, Sanji says your name desperately. “Can we read somewhere else?” he pleads when you glance at him. “I don’t want to be stuck in here with him right now.”

Narrowing your eyes, you appraise his weak-looking frame, pointedly skimming past the red string that snakes over to you. “Can you even walk around yet?”

“Yeah,” he says defensively. He wriggles out of the bed sheets and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Holding onto the side rail, he stands up and grips the IV pole for support. Though he’s a little shaky, he shuffles a few steps towards you and smiles when he manages to do so. “See?”

Well, you think, if you and Sanji stay here, you’ll need to have some light in order to read. But it will probably help Zeff if the room is as dark as possible, so if you guys go somewhere else, Sanji’s lamp won’t need to be on.

“Okay,” you agree. “Wait here. I’ll get some slippers.”

Ten minutes later, with Sanji shuffling along in his slippers, IV pole in one hand and your arm in the other, the two of you arrive at the common room and find chairs in the corner to sit down in.

“These’re mostly history books and stories for old people,” you explain as you pull out the one cooking-related book you could find from the top basket of the cart. “This was the only food one I could find.”

“That’s okay.” Sanji takes the book from you and begins to flip through it. “Oh, this one’s about seafood in the South Blue! Have you ever had any?”

“No.”

“Me, neither. I’ll try it someday, though … hey, this fish looks like a fried egg!”

Against your will, you perk up. “… Really?”

For the next half-hour, Sanji fawns over the spices used on grilled Sea King meat and how to cook wine clams and the best fish for South Blue-style sushi. And it’s … not boring. He doesn’t hog the book, and the pictures are cool, and he asks you which ones you think are the coolest or would taste the best. Looking at a book with another kid is different from reading with an adult. It feels like you’re sharing, not like you’re being tested on your comprehension or how to pronounce long words.

Hanging out with Sanji is okay when the string doesn’t sour it.

“So you want to cook all of these one day?” you ask after scanning through a full-color page of steamed Ocean Hawk feet.

“I want to cook things from all four seas,” Sanji says. His legs bounce with excitement. “That’s why I’m gonna find the All Blue.”

“What’s that?”

The boy glows.

“It’s where the North, East, South, and West Blue seas all meet. Think about it – fresh-caught fish from all over the world all in one place! I’ll be able to cook dishes no one’s ever cooked or tasted before.”

You’ve never heard of such a place. But Sanji talks about it with such conviction, such resolve, that you figure the All Blue could really exist.

“I hope you find it,” you say, and you mean it.

“I will.” Sanji closes the book. “And when I do, I’ll cook something just for you. A-As a friend.”

He peeks over at you, his eyes even brighter and bluer than before, his cheeks flushing a familiar red. And you find yourself believing him, just a little bit.

—

Sanji keeps his promise.

You know he still likes you (blech) and so does most of the staff (double blech). Nurse Taoh thinks it’s funny and teases you about your little boyfriend in Room 8 who always asks where you are. Mrs. Hong reminds you to be sensitive whenever you stop by to pick up meals. Dr. Gu tells you to tell her right away if Sanji ever does something that makes you uncomfortable.

But he never does. Sometimes his words spill out clumsily like a broken faucet and other times he blushes and stutters, leaving you to wonder what he’s going on about, but he doesn’t try to kiss you or hold your hand, and he doesn’t say a word about the red string that is very much still there. If anything, he just annoys you at times, with how nice he is to you and how sunny he gets when you eat lunch with him sometimes.

You’ve never seen somebody so happy to be in a hospital before, even if it’s just because he wants you to like him. It’s weird.

It’s on the eighth day of Zeff and Sanji’s stay that you learn not everything is how it seems.

You’d gotten in trouble the night before for digging holes in the garden – you had kept the seed from your dinner plum and wanted to see if you could make it grow, but Miss Jaylee had caught you while taking Mr. Hu out for some air – so you’re somewhat grumpy on your way to Room 8, two notebooks in hand.

One of them is blank for Sanji. He wants to record all the meals he’s gotten and write down how he would make them. The second notebook is full of your notes that you need to study for your quiz tomorrow.

Zeff is sleeping again when you enter. You move quietly across the room to where Sanji is lying with his back to the door.

“Sanji.” You can see his shoulders tense underneath the sheets, but strangely, he does not roll over to face you. “I have your notebook.”

No answer. That is even stranger.

Frowning, you walk around to the other side of the bed. Sanji moves to bury his face into his pillow, but not before you hear a very soft, wet sniffle.

“Sanji?”

“Sorry.” His voice is high and so muffled you can barely understand him. “You can just leave it on the table.”

“Why are you crying?” In the back of your head, you know it is not the most sensitive thing to ask. But for some reason, you need to know. “I won’t laugh or tell anyone.”

You hear another sniffle from the mop of blond hair. It takes a long time for Sanji to answer, but he eventually does.

“I don’t like hospitals.”

Your brow furrows. “Oh,” you say, somewhat surprised. Most people don’t like being in a hospital, you’re pretty sure of that, but you didn’t know Sanji didn’t like it this much. “Why?”

Maybe he’s tired of getting poked all the time, or the bland food, or the hospital smell. Nobody here can change that. Maybe he’s homesick. The hospital can’t fix that, either.

Sanji turns his head slightly and takes in a small, shuddering breath. “’Cause it … it makes me remember my mum … when she was sick,” he mumbles, almost too quiet to hear.

“… Oh.”

You had assumed, upon learning that Zeff and Sanji were not at all related, that Sanji was like you and never knew his parents. He’d never talked about having any before, only his time on the Orbit and with Zeff. But he does know them – his mother, at least. And she was sick. The memory is what’s making him so sad, and it’s yet another thing that the hospital can’t help.

You don’t want him to be sad. You did make him your friend, after all, even if he does annoy you sometimes.

“I’m sorry,” you say, standing awkwardly with his notebook still in your possession. You remember what Miss Jaylee has told other patients before. “That, um, must have been really hard for you.”

Sanji squeezes his pillow more tightly.

Should you go? Should you talk to him some more?

“Please don’t tell anybody,” he whispers before you can decide. “Especially Zeff.”

“I won’t,” you reply firmly. “I said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

“I’m sorry I can’t hang out today. I really wanted to, but, um …”

“It’s okay. We can do it later.”

“Okay.”

You set his notebook and a pen on the bedside table. After some thought, you refill his water and, after even more hesitation, fix the bed sheets on him a bit so they’re not as twisted up. That is the best you can do.

The red string follows you as you quietly leave Room 8, and you don’t think about it at all.

—

“How do you spell necessary?”

“N-E-S-E-S-A-R-Y.”

“That doesn’t look right. I think it’s S-S-A-R-Y.”

“Maybe you can find it in the book,” Sanji suggests, kicking his feet as he lies on his belly next to you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You flip through the pages of your textbook, searching for the correct spelling lest you get marked off again.

It is the tenth day. Sanji is doing alright, and Zeff is up and about with his new leg. Dr. Gu says they’re good to go, so they’re leaving after Zeff finishes breakfast. You’re not sure how to feel about it.

In the meantime, Sanji is helping you with your essay about scurvy. He knows quite a bit about it, which makes sense since he’s lived at sea, and you hope the perspective he’s supplying will impress Dr. Gu.

(“That’s why every ship needs a good cook,” he tells you proudly. “We make sure everyone eats right so they stay healthy.”

“That’s why you and Mr. Zeff are going to have a restaurant ship, right?”

“Mmhm.”)

Sanji rests his face in his hands, cheeks squished against his palms while you continue to scan through your textbook. You finally find the word in a photo caption and, with a triumphant noise, jot it down correctly.

Someone knocks on your door. The two of you turn to face it simultaneously.

“[Y/n]?” It’s Mrs. Guo.

“Yeah?” you call, already slightly irritated.

“Is Sanji there? It’s time for him to leave.”

A frown presses down on your lips. Sanji sighs and gets up as slowly as possible, taking his notebook with him.

“Coming,” he says.

The two of you dawdle on your way to the hospital entrance. You pet Cabby the dog when you run into him and his handler and stop by the kitchen so Sanji can thank the cooks. There’s no rush, not really, but an uneasy feeling continues to well up in your stomach anyway.

Upon arriving at your destination, Zeff waiting at the double doors with a giant bag of treasure slung over his shoulder, Sanji stops and turns to face you.

“I’m – I’m going now,” he says, as if just realizing it.

“Okay,” you say.

You and Sanji stand in silence for a moment before Sanji’s bottom lip starts to wobble.

Yours starts to wobble too. The uneasy feeling in your stomach bubbles up into your throat and behind your eyes.

“I’ll write you,” he blurts, voice cracking. “You’ll come visit, won’t you?”

“I don’t know.” You don’t know if they’ll let you. The hospital is busy and the ocean is big, bigger than you, and you don’t know it at all like Zeff and Sanji do. “But I’ll write back.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You are crying now.

For the first time, your arms wrap around Sanji, and he clings back as both of you bawl. Your tears and snot stain the shoulder of his brand-new clothes. Your uniform grows damp at the collar. It doesn’t matter at all.

“I don’t know if I’ll see you again,” you croak into his shirt, face hot and eyes blurry.

His grip tightens. “You will,” Sanji replies in between sniffles. “I know it. Even if it’s when we’re really old, we’ll see each other again.”

“Okay.”

You believe him. Not because of fate, but because you want to.

—

You write to each other every single week for the next ten years. You tell each other everything.

Well, almost everything.

—

“You seem nervous,” Nami says. “Don’t tell me a little bribery got under your skin?”

“No, no.” You wipe your hands on your thighs and try to relax against the back of the booth. “Just … not used to places like this, that’s all.”

The Baratie is nicer than you imagined. Sanji had kept you up to date over the years, sending newspaper clippings and recipe drafts as the restaurant he and Zeff founded grew in staff members and reputation, but seeing it in person is a whole different deal. You’re telling the truth when you said you’re not used to a place like this.

But it’s not why you’re nervous.

“Hey, look!” Usopp exclaims, pointing across the room. “I think those guys are gonna fight.”

The rest of you look. Near the kitchen, two men are arguing, and the pink-haired man sitting at the table stands up when the pirate shoves his food onto the floor.

Usopp sucks his teeth. “Yikes.”

Luffy leans forward in interest. Zoro simply stares, and Nami rolls her eyes.

One of the waiters approaches them. You watch as he tries to deescalate the situation, but neither party is having it.

The pink-haired man draws a gun.

Within seconds, the gun and both would-be brawlers are on the floor.

The waiter shoves his foot into the pink-haired man’s back to keep him down, then picks up the plate of bread rolls again, stepping over both groaning bodies with the ease of one who’s done it before.

He reassures the other customers as he approaches your booth. You’re not concerned about the fight so much as you are about the way that you know.

It’s been ten years, but you just know, even before he gets close enough for you to see the red string that trails up and disappears into the black of his pants pocket. Even before you see the blue of his eyes and the annoyed set of his brow, exactly the same as you remember.

He places the rolls down onto the table, and for the first time, you wonder what you want.

“Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?”

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #soulmate au #woefully inaccurate portrayal of patient treatment and progression of recovery i'm sorry #usually i'd be more of a stickler but this is one piece where people don't die after 85 days eating nothing but their own leg #zeff and sanji definitely aren't ur typical patients anyway even in the opla universe lol

[revasserium]

oh don't ask me for requests, you know I deliver. What about Zoro with number 30?

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

30. invention of the dictionary

opla!zoro; 882 words; fluff, teeth-rotting fluff, strawhat!reader, gn!reader, no "y/n", unconventional format, whipped!zoro

summary: truth, love, still, and stolen

a/n: been a while since i've written something so chill but i rly like this one u__u nice, short, and sweet!

He has never been a man of many words, but meeting you has made him wonder about the exact reason dictionaries were invented. What scholar (for it must have been a scholar, Zoro thinks) could have amassed such a knowledge of words and meanings that they decided the only way to keep track was to write it down? Or perhaps it was simply someone in love — someone who felt too much and yearned too hard and never had the words big enough or heavy enough, wide enough or deep enough, to fully encompass the way they were feeling.

Because he’s never been a man of many words, but meeting you has him reaching for the tattered dictionary they’d found in a treasure chest, washed ashore on a small, insignificant island — not unlike you. You with your windswept hair and your skin smelling of salt and cream and a thousand midnight mysteries. You, and the way your eyes hold worlds that Zoro’s certain he’d never have the privilege of seeing.

But sometimes when he kisses you, he thinks he can taste the remnants of their exotic fruits beneath the sweet of your tongue, and sometimes when you kiss him back hard enough, he can feel it in the crescent moon marks you leave inked into his skin. Like dotted lines on a treasure map.

You’d been a traveling bounty-hunter, not so unlike who he’d been in a past life, one that he can barely even remember. And your laughter had been just the right shade of lost for Luffy to take notice. No one had thought twice about it after that — and you blended in with the crew as a shot of rum in a morning espresso — which is to say perfectly.

He finds himself flipping through the thin, water-warped pages of the dictionary, pausing on words he’d always thought he knew — words like truth, and love. Words like still, and stolen.

And so, here are some words that Roronoa Zoro has learned and re-learned the meanings of. All because of you.

truth noun.

the quality or state of being true

a fact or belief that is accepted as true

a thing so fundamental that it never has to be questioned — like the rising of the sun in the east or the setting of the moon in the west; something that pulses with the very rhythm of the universe, like the ebb and flow of the tides or the way that autumn always feels a little bit like goodbye — or how birdsong will inevitably be followed by the sprouting of spring, and how March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, and how Zoro’s never questioned just how much he’s loved you, or even whether or not he’d fallen in love. He simply woke up one day and knew.

love noun.

an intense feeling of deep affection

a great interest or pleasure in something

you, your smile, the way you hold your chopsticks, how you press your hand to your stomach when you laugh, the way your lips feel as they trail along Zoro’s jawline, the way your heartbeat rhymes with the gentle rush of the sea

verb.

to feel deep affection for someone or something

to like or enjoy very much

to dream of a life with you, and all the things you might do — to lie awake at night counting your breaths as you fall asleep next to him, to press his lips into the seam of your hair and know that when he wakes up in the morning, you’ll still be right there next to him

still noun/adj./verb

not moving or making a sound

deep silence or calmness

to make or become still

the way the world feels the first time you cry, how the planets themselves seem to grind to a deadly halt, how Zoro’s world tilts on the axis of you and doesn’t stop until he wonders if everything around him is upside down and inside out — how you curl into yourself when the monsters in your past become more than shadows and whispers that creep in the dark, or when the darkness comes knocking and you bury your face in his shoulder, your voice a whisper as you beg — please… help me.

adverb

up to and including the present time mentioned

nevertheless; all the same

how he knows he loves you, the way that the sea loves the sky — even after a devastating rainstorm; how there’s blood on his swords, blood soaking through the wooden planks but he’s got you in his arms so it’s going to be alright; how you let him carry you and hold you close; how he lets you carry him as well; how the pair of you curve around each other like a parenthetical, two bookends to a library of memories stored in the negative space between you; how you are with each other after all of this, still.

stolen verb (*past participle of steal)

take without permission or legal right, without the intent to return

move somewhere quietly or surreptitiously

his heart, his mind, his body, his soul — and him with you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece live action #one piece scenarios #opla zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #x reader #opla #one piece netflix #opla zoro x reader #one piece live action x you #one piece live action x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #one piece fluff #roronoa zoro imagines #roronoa zoro scenarios #floofy floof floof #scheduled post #hello yes ive missed writing shit like this LMFAO

[duckielover151]

Some OPLA Thoughts: Episode 8

(I'm probably gonna make a separate post on bigger, overall thoughts... I want this one to be exclusively about the final episode.)

Oh man, guys... I can't believe it's over. How am I supposed to make it to season two? I have no idea how you binge-watchers who finished it a day or two after it came out have survived this long.

Everything about this final episode was just beautiful... I want to cry.

I really loved that they opened the episode with Nami getting her tattoo and chained up in the map room. (We saw the chains in the previous episode, but it felt like her imprisonment there was just a little bit in question, as she gave herself up to Arlong in this version.)

However! Okay, so they bring it back around to Nojiko telling the whole village about what Nami's really been up to, and the Straw Hats have to stop them from charging into a fight they clearly can't win. And that's fine. In line with the original canon... (Even if it actually felt a little unnecessary in this version.) But that made it super disappointing that we still don't really get that iconic shot of the crew walking up to Arlong Park.

But the fight was really great. It just all looked so good! And it was great to see Usopp finally get his moment to shine. And flashing back and forth between the different fight scenes was rather reminiscent of the anime in a way I found strangely nostalgic.

And Luffy standing atop the wreckage of Arlong Park was the first moment I really felt that he could be king one day. I almost don't know how to explain it. You know those moments in the anime where you're kind of just awestruck by his own potential and... goodness? Not to go off the deep end, (^^') but there's almost something holy about it. A moment where you know you're looking upon someone destined for greatness. It doesn't happen often. But I thought it was great to end this series on one of those moments.

But what I really loved, of course... was that there was still another 30 minutes reserved to wrap this up after Arlong had been taken care of. I'd been worried about pacing for this last episode, but it was concluded really well.

I've seen some mixed opinions about this, but I actually really loved the Garp vs. Luffy fight. I've already accepted that this version of Garp is a little different. I thought this-- the reveal that he just needed some final proof that his grandson was ready before taking his dream seriously-- was a great conclusion to that little character arc. I felt like he did finally start to feel a little more like his authentic, anime self near the end. More serious for the sake of the tone of this live-action... but that's fine. I'm sure he'll be back, and I'm curious to see what that dynamic will look like, going forward.

Post-Arlong there was literally nothing to be anything but hype about. The reveal of the first bounty poster! Getting to watch all the reactions to those posters! (Zeff hanging it up under the Employee of the Month section of the board XD) Coby and Helmeppo officially being taken under Garp's wing! The return to the iconic East Blue outfits! The castoff ceremony!

THE FLASHBACKS TO THEIR CHILDHOOD SELVES AS THEY ANNOUNCED THEIR DREAMS!!!!!!!

(That sort of thing always gets me.)

I think I saw an announcement recently that they've begun filming for season two and I. Cannot. Wait.

#one piece #opla #episode 8

[arcaneobserver]

Something More?

Fandom: One Piece 

Character: Monkey D. Luffy (Can be read as either OPLA or anime/manga)

Warnings: none

A/N: 3rd person OC insert, Ao3 link at the end                                                       

Dahlia walked slowly to her living room and sat down on the couch. The couch was white with a red lamp on a small table beside it. She looked blankly at the wall in front of her and enjoyed the warm light of the setting sun hitting her face through the window.

As Dahlia sat on her couch, she couldn't help but feel like she was stuck in a rut. She thought back to the beginning of her relationship with the man she was currently ‘seeing’. She had thought it started out as a casual fling, and somewhere along the line, Luffy had started to catch feelings for her. However, it was now clear from their previous night together, he had feelings the whole time. 

Dahlia wasn't sure how to feel about this. On one hand, she enjoyed spending time with Luffy and the physical aspect of their relationship was amazing. But on the other hand, she didn’t think she was ready for anything serious, right? 

Last night, they had been on a rare outing to the bar. Just having a few drinks and casually talking about their day. When an acquaintance of his came up to chat with them. Clearly, this acquaintance and Luffy had not seen each other in a while because he asked how the couple had met. Before Dahlia could correct him and tell him they were not a couple, Luffy cut her off. He regaled the acquaintance with a sweet story of how they met the first day of college and it was love at first sight. True, they did meet on the first day of college, as they had several general courses together, however, Dahlia didn’t think of Luffy as anything more than a friend at the time. They exchanged numbers and after that meeting, he just would show up at her house and they would hang out. Then at some point, they started sleeping together. Now they were friends who slept together sometimes. Well, they slept together more often than just sometimes. Luffy would make it a point to either visit her at home every day or walk her to and from classes. He also ate at least one meal a day with her, always wanting to share his food with her. However, Dahlia didn’t think that meant they were a couple, and for him to say it was love at first sight shocked her.  

As she sat there lost in thought, her phone buzzed on the small table to her left. She picked it up and saw that it was a text from him. 

"Hey love, what are you up to tonight?" The message read. Dahlia sighed heavily. 

"Hey, I'm not sure I'm up for hanging out tonight. I've got a lot on my mind." She texted back. 

Luffy's immediate response was a simple emoji of a frowning face, followed by a message that read, "Is everything okay?"

Dahlia hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not she wanted to open up to him about her feelings right now. But then again, if they were going to continue their casual relationship, she needed to be honest with him. Even if it meant upsetting him and risking not seeing him anymore.

"I just feel like we want different things," she finally typed out. "I don't want to lead you on or hurt your feelings, but I’m not sure if I can see us as being anything more than friends with benefits."

Luffy was quick to respond, and his message shocked Dahlia. “Meet me on the roof of your apartment building at 10:00 PM”. 

She frowned at the message. She assumed that meant he wanted to talk about their relationship in person. Did she really want to have this serious talk with Luffy on her roof? Why couldn’t he just leave it as a text message conversation? Dahlia messaged Luffy back telling him she didn’t want to meet on the roof she wanted to talk about this now. However, he did not respond to her. After 30 minutes of waiting, Dahlia figured she’d just do what he wanted and meet him on the roof. 

                                                        …

At 10:00 p.m., Dahlia made her way to the roof of the building. While she didn’t come up here much, she remembered the way clearly. A long hallway with doors on each side led to dark stairs. There was no light when going up the stairs, residents of the building hardly ever came up to the roof so the owner didn't think it was worth it to put a light bulb in the empty light socket. 

At the top of the stairs, Dahlia could see the door was left ajar slightly. A warm orange light glowed around the gap. She paused at the door and taking a deep breath pushed the door open. The sight before her made her gasp. A large red quilted blanket was spread out on the roof floor with pink, red, and white heart-shaped pillows surrounding it. At the four corners of the blankets, white medium-length torches were lit and set up with strings of heart-shaped lights hanging between each torch. The glow from the torches and heart lights bathed the area in that orange light she saw through the cracked roof door. 

Dahlia stepped forward, and as she got closer to the blanket she saw that pink and red rose petals were scattered on and around it. In fact, a path of rose petals led from the door she stood at to the blanket. She had never seen a more beautiful, or romantic, sight like this before. 

“Do you like it?” A voice asked. Dahlia jumped and turned quickly to where the voice came from. Luffy was standing to her left, holding a bottle of champagne under his right arm and two champagne glasses in his left hand. How did she not notice him standing there before this? 

“Luffy did you do this?” she asked. 

“Well of course.” He answered her. 

“Why?” She asked. “Did you do this all for me?” 

"I love you, Dahlia. I have for a long time and I want to show you how much you mean to me." was all he said in response. He moved the bottle of champagne and tucked it under his left arm. Holding out his right hand, he gave her his best toothy smile and waited for her to take his hand. Dahlia looked at him in amazement, she could feel her face warming up and hear her frantic heartbeat in her ears. No one had ever done anything this romantic for her before, she could hardly believe it. 

Still, while this was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her, the idea of a serious relationship with Luffy was overwhelming. He was loud and brash and never seemed to take no for an answer. But at the same time, she couldn't deny that there was something special about him, something that drew her to him. Perhaps she should let him show her how much he loved her and give an actual relationship a try. She reached out and took his hand with hers, excited about what the future would hold for them. 

#one piece x reader #one piece #opla #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x reader

[nessietessie]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

thanks for the tag, @menkhu!

coke or pepsi: i don't like soda lol

disney or dreamworks: disney i GUESS but like specifically pixar just because as a kid i watched both toy stories and also the incredibles over and over again

coffee or tea: i don't like either. i'll take milk though

books or movies: i guess movies, though i should read more.

windows or mac: unfortunately i'm a mac guy. it's what my family used when i was growing up and it's what i know how to use.

dc or marvel: neither lol. though i guess gun to my head i'd choose dc. i liked shazam.

x-box or playstation: playstation of the two of these, but i'm more of a nintendo guy

dragon age or mass effect: i haven't played either of them, nor do i have any desire to

night owl or early riser: kinda neither? i'm at peak power midday. but i do like to stay up kinda late sometimes. if 11:30 counts as late lol

cards or chess: cards. i'm not smart enough for chess, but i LOVE me some solitaire

chocolate or vanilla: tough choice. kinda depends on how i'm feeling but i do tend to lean vanilla more often

vans or converse: chacos. i love sandals

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idk what this is lol

fluff or angst: i don't really have a strong opinion on this one

beach or forest: maybe beach, if only for the novelty of it. landlocked gang rise up!

dogs or cats: dogs! i haven't had many good experiences with cats

clear skies or rain: clear skies these days

cooking or eating out: depends on the mood. oftentimes i'm too lazy to cook lol

spicy food or mild food: i'm kind of a weenie when it comes to spice, so mild. but i'm getting better!

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas, just because i have the opportunity to hang out with my fam and not be at work for a little while

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: like. shapeshifting. or teleportation.

animation or live action: animation for the most part, HOWEVER the live action one piece slaps so. points for that i think.

paragon or renegade: assuming this is one of those games i didn't play. so idk

baths or showers: showers

team cap or team ironman: don't care. i don't like marvel

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: i have no idea at the moment. trying to think of what i frequently quote. a lot of opla these days. one of my faves is luffy's little "mutiny..." in the beginning of episode one lol.

youtube or netflix: well. i'm pretty selective either way. so both and neither i guess.

harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson, though i only read like. the original five books and half of the first book in heroes of olympus

when do you feel accomplished: uuuuh don't ask me that lol. felt pretty good about getting 100 notes on a drawing i posted a few days back lol

star wars or star trek: don't care really

paperback books or hardcover books: prob hardcover because of my careless ass. harder to ruin a hardcover

to live in a world without literature or without music?: writing and reading are neat and all, but i think i would literally lose my mind if i had to drive the 5 hours to my parents house without music.

who was the last person to make you laugh? probably kat

city or countryside? small city? does that count?

favorite chips? sour cream and onion lays

pants or dresses? shorts, but also pants.

libraries or museums? libraries, because i respect what they do but also museums are really neato

character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? bookmarks

Dream job? voice actor. i would also love to get paid to play video games, which i guess can happen if you're a letsplayer or a twitch streamer or something

What gives you comfort? recently, watching one piece lmao. also sorry i guess for all the one piece on this blog but it's my house.

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? i don't often listen to songs with lyrics so this is kind of a hard question lol. but how about all of the lyrics in "We Can" which is team Sonic's theme in Sonic Heroes. Love that. lol

favorite video game?

Tagging: lol. uh. anyone who wants to do this? i don't actually interact with people much on here, but if you see this on your dash and would like to take part, i say go for it!

#tag game #this was fun lol

[oplafandom]

Countdown Festa Begins!!

May the festivities begin! We invite you to join a 30 day count-down art event where we will be highlighting some of the most anticipated characters! (Based on those whose casting we've announced) Part 1 — INVITATION RUMBLE BALL!!! We prepared a tournament in our Discord Server for you to vote on which 24 characters will join the Strawhat Crew on this celebration leading up to the OPLA release. Each round will last a specific amount of time. Part 2 — THE PANDA CARPET!!! You can participate as an artist or join the hype and simply vote and enjoy people's art as we do the countdown!! Share your artwork (drawings, cosplays, crafts) of invitees as they head to the Festa! The characters and prompts for the first week will be released on July 30th, get ready to share with the hashtag #OPLAFesta

#one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece #one piece news #one piece fandom #one piece netflix fan

[ghado]

Pop Up Comfestcon Kuwait

28-29/9/2023

Yup basically going for Mackenyu and here is to record my memories ^^

At the beginning I was hesitating if I should go or no as I know him as a Japanese actor but I wasn't closely following his projects

But seeing how much he's growing I felt like it's a once in a life opportunity so I decided to go

I arrived at Kuwait on 28 of sep around 4 pm so I missed the first photo session with him

I was able to see him talks on the stage which was around 6:30 pm

It was funny he suddenly entered without announcement, loved his way of pronouncing the Arabic food ^^ and it was a nice chat with Yao Kazuki, tbh he was goofing, joking and laughing a lot like his Japanese interviews, he must felt comfortable being with another Japanese ^^

Next I lined up for the signing session, reached at around 8:30 pm, they told me I need to have something for him to sign on and I was like what? I thought he will give a signed photo of him!!! so yeah rushed to buy a Zoro cardboard for him to sign and came back, glad they didn't ask me to line up again that was so nice of them ;~; and finally entered and saw him so close ;^; he is so white !! that was my first impression XD

idk he seemed like non talkative person, the staff was the one who would give him the objects to sign, not us so he took the board and started signing just like that, I tried to start a convo like "hi how are you?" then paused, for a moment I thought he won't reply but he finally responded with "hey I'm good" "I came from Saudi Arabia for you" he finally looked at me with "oh" smiled and "thanks"

Next day, I arrived around 2 pm , I really love Kuwaiti people ;^; <3 they were like welcoming me knowing I'm from Saudi by the way I'm talking XD

I lined up around 2:45 pm for the photo session, my turn was at 4:15 pm , this time they told us no chatting and of course no phones allowed, when I entered he looked me in the eyes, stared, smiled and welcomed me! all I was able to tell him was “Glad you made it back from the mall” he said “yeah” with a chuckle /based on his ig story/, I think he thought he saw me before hence the staring and I should've had re-introduced myself but I got flustered , wanted to take the photo and get out immediately 😂 I couldn't look him in the eyes again, I only said "thanks" and I left shaking with my heart beating so fast (I was like wth that's came out of no where!!!)

Then I went sitting for the cosplay run /which was fun/ while waiting for the signing session again, Mackenyu suddenly went on the stage even though he wasn't supposed to that day, to announce that he will be extending his photo session which was so nice of him ^^ the funny thing he did Buggy OPLA's hand movement to silence the crowd from screaming for him to talk 😂

I lined up at 7 pm and reached by 7:30 pm, this time the line moved fast so I knew they were rushing things , I intended to re-intoduce my self but decided to just thanks him for coming, it was like:

“ほんとに楽しかった” .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡. and he spread his arms cheerfully saying “よかった”╰(´︶`)╯"お疲れ様でした" ^^♡ and I left, this time he signed my photograph with him

lastly after he finished his session we said byebye while he was leaving ^^

Some end rumbling:

-Surprisingly I was staying at the same hotel with some of the fest guests, it was "Raddison Blue" I got to see Yao Kazuki and the foreign staff that were organizing Mackenyu sessions

-The first night Mackenyu went to the ship restaurant named "Al Boom Steak &Seafood" /based on the guy's ig who had dinner with him, funny I wanted to dine there that night but decided last minute to dine there the next night 😂

btw the resturant is so nice and the steak is delicious I loved it, and the ship itself you feel like it was really a one piece trip ~

-The second night Mackenyu posted the advanced birthday cake and it looked like the table is in the restaurant at the hotel named "Peacock Chinese", I passed by it that night but didn't enter 😂

-I was reading some reports in how the fans felt Mackenyu was uncomfortable and the staff was too strict, being a fan of Jpop and going to some of their events that do have a lot of rules, I felt that was totally normal , like I always do with these, I tried to have the best time and live in the moment without causing too much trouble to the ones working there and tbh I'm contented with this experience ^^

#Con report #not exactly a concert but i want the same hashtag so ~ #Mackenyu

[sunkingwrites]

when he's luffy coded-

I CALLED IT!!!

AND HI GOOD MORNING I HAVE STARTED MY DAY AT 12PM!! and nooooo lunch which i should probably make-- (I sat on your ask box for 30 minutes and have made lunch now) AHH BUT ANYWAYS mwa <3

babe babe oh my god- i assumeeee you're having a great time with the live action!! how is it so far??

Ohh youuu, shut your pretty mouth- you already knew you were right about that <3

12pm is a FINE time to start your day, 'specially on the weekend, I started my day at 4:30 in the morning and now my roommate won't stop making fun of me that I asked her if she wanted to watch the opla at 5 in the morning, no matter how much I insist that I WAS LITERALLY JUST TRYING TO BE CONSIDERATE!! HFBDJFN like,, WHAT IF she wanted to watch it?? I would never know if I didn't ask,, it's always good to ask! I could include someone who could really excited to be included! - the downside is that I'm being teased, but that's fine really ✨️

Good job for making lunch btw, I'm proud of you for that- keep up the good work 👏 (that sounds sarcastic but I swear it's not bfbsn-)

THE LIVE ACTION!!! siigh, I get distracted by every frame sanji is in, his actor is very pretty and I really like his smile, I already know I'll be rewatching it, maybe tomorrow so i can pick up on more things like little easter eggs, I've already noticed a few awesome ones!

Luffy takes much more time onscreen to reflect, but it's nice to see the connections between the crew members building- I'm waiting for zoro to call sanji "cook" instead of "waiter", I'm convinced it'll happen soon

I think I'm either on 6 or 7 rn, don't want to talk about what's specifically happening rn for those who haven't seen it yet

Also! I am glad they aren't super strict in following the anime storyline step by step by step by steeeppp, the main happenings are still happening. While it would cool to have a live action recreation of the anime, I'm really getting to appreciate the creative liberties they're taking, it makes everything just that but more unexpected which in my ever so humble opinion, is very fun! ☆

Thank you for listening to me and I am going to have a snack and charge my laptop to answer some more asks <3

#ollie <3 #one piece live action <3 #sunkingchats #my esposo <3 #sunkingrambles #i am enjoying myself so much with this #there is so much love for the inspired work in this show and it shines through wonderfully #also why are so many of the old men FINE as HELL?- Old man fuckers come get yalls juice!!

[zorosroronoas]

Hi! I'm the OPLA anon (sorry, I'm too shy to come off anon).

I wanted to ask you: what are you hoping for regarding Robin's casting?

I've seen people on Twitter getting suuuper excited over an actress named Erin Maloney who was rumored to audition but I looked her up and she's 23?!? Which makes sense because she looks super young. They saw her with black bangs and went nuts, but that's literally any cosplayer.

People keep saying "Oh well, Emily Rudd is 30 playing 19 so age doesn't matter 🙄" Except Emily looks younger than 30 and Robin being older than the other Straw Hats is important. They could easily cast someone in her late 30s that looks more mature than the others. Robin isn't supposed to look as young as Luffy 😭 This fandom is wild. I'm also hoping for a woc to play Robin tbh.

And another thing, how do you feel about Zoro not having as many silly moments in OPLA as he did in the manga? I loved OPLA!Zoro but I'm still hoping for more of his goofy side in season 2.

Hope you're having a nice day 💞

hello! it's okay, you can stay on anon for as long as you want, whatever makes you comfortable! :)

yeah, i've seen the person they're considering for robin & i really hope she's not cast. i REALLY hope they cast a woc as robin, i'll be extremely disappointed if they don't tbh. & yeah, robin needs to be older. for her actor to be someone younger/the same age as the rest of the straw hats makes no sense. i'm gonna be very honest & say i don't like 90% of fancasts tho.

regarding zoro, i do hope we see more of his silly side (nami's too!). like i need to see him in s2 trying to cut his freaking feet off & literally striking a pose as he's turning into a wax figure lmao. he's a little fool whom i adore.

#answered

[merciganimard]

~~~ previously jedimagnusbane ~~~

Angie. 30. Polish. Hopelessly bisexual. I'm real good at reblogging stuff.

What will you find here: horror, fandoms, queer things, beautiful art, funny posts, animals, some politics, history, and more.

I was raised on a steady diet of Moomin, Anne of Green Gables and Astrid Lindgren's books, and it does show sometimes.

These days I mostly blog about One Piece and Netflix Lupin. Also horror.

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🔍 Find me on:

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One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️

📚 Currently reading:

One Piece: East Blue saga 🌊🧭➡️

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Severance 💧

1670 ⚔️🇲🇨🖕🏻

OPLA 👒

🍿 Anticipating:

All of Us Strangers 09.02. 👨‍❤️‍👨🏢

Nosferatu 🧛🏻‍♂️

#a.txt

[marymosley]

CARES Act – Patent Deadline Extensions for COVID-19 Related Delays

The CARES Act (March 27, 2020) provides the USPTO Director with authority to extend deadlines to account for our current national emergency regarding the COVID-19.  Dir. Iancu today announced a set of extensions noting that “we are working to provide as much relief as possible to our stakeholders, consistent with our ability to maintain the USPTO’s fee-funded operations. We are especially mindful of the outsized impact on small businesses and independent inventors, and have provided additional relief for these groups. Ultimately, our goal is to ensure not only that inventors and entrepreneurs can weather the storm, but that they can hit the ground running once it passes.”

The basic rule is that most PTO prosecution deadlines March 27 to April 30 are eligible for a 30-day extension if filed with a statement that the delay “is due to the COVID-19 outbreak” and some party involved with the prosecution “was personally affected.”  Here, the personal impact can apply to applicants, patent owners, 3rd party requesters, inventors, practitioners, etc. This list presumably includes non-human corporate owners. The “personally affected” clause is quite broad and includes office closures, cash flow interruptions, inaccessibility of files, travel delays, family illnesses, or other non listed reasons.

Read the rules: NOTICE of waiver of patent-related timing deadlines.

Note, the extension does not cover original filing deadlines; PCT or national stage filing deadlines; Deadlines for filing a non-provisional application following a provisional; or deadline for filing an inter partes review petition.

Finally, the notice says “Yes” — “The USPTO is open for the filing of patent documents and fees.”

Particular questions: [email protected] or OPLA [phone].

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writing log: june 29th 2017

♫  sweet songs produced by jung jinyoung (go figure) 📖  bunch of stories on ao3, unsent letters - elcessa, alice in the wonderland - lewis carroll 🙊  i want to have two brains

have you ever feel like you want enough space for your brain to be able to store everything and keep things intact? well, i am. i decide to untangle the knot that is my brain by writing it all out in this post. i’m gonna talk about ideas. i get so many ideas--well, concepts--its crazy. if you’re not familiar with k-pop you might not understand me- so brace yourself, this log is going to be long.

so. let me start with goals. i have plans to write this holiday and i’m going to write a lot. my goals this holiday:

complete in the same place (which is a story of the akarta brothers and laksani family). it is currently at 47% mark.

attempt another #30DaysWritingChallenge and manage to end it properly (karena maret kemarin kepotong operasi, jadi berhenti di tanggal 13)

garap naskah hanoman

which is. well, pretty ambitious. i like to set unrealistic goals and cry about it when i dont complete them by the end of my deadline. cheers.

while in the same place is pretty specific (it has a plot, set characters and just a complete full story waiting to be written), same goes for hanoman, 30dayswritingchallenge is rather a tricky thing. what would i be writing for 30 days? 

i have a lot of ideas. concepts. pairings. i’m going to break it all down.

what i want to write in a nutshell:

broduce101 + wannaone because im jumping on that bandwagon and nothing you say will stop me

anything based on that song based moodboard thing i made years ago

ioi because when will i ever move on? never

bts because bts duh

blackpink because ive been getting into them rose slayed me

red velvet bcs god they deserve to be written

seventeen

pristin

twice

btob because fuck i love btob

jung jinyoung bcs angel

LAKSANI FAMILY

have i said broduce101

have i said blackpink

yes thats a lot but theres more coming. concepts and or headcanons that i’ve been thinking to write:

cheerleader!twice. because seriously TWICE AS CHEERLEADERS like god ciwi-ciwi gemas berisik yang di sekolah ketemu jerit terus ngegibah banyak yang suka banyak yang ngehate isi linenya “hai boleh kenalan ga :)” isi askfmnya “norak bgt kalian sumpah oplas ya” imagine JUST IMAGINE

richkids!blackpink. because dude. blackpink as chaebol kids. blackpink as rich kids who got nothing but fake friends. blackpink whos friends with the wrong crowd whos just as rich. blackpink as the true definition of good girls are bad girls thats never been caught. blackpink.

selebgram!pristin karena mereka seperti anak-anak yang akan digaet t*akis buat jadi talentnya. mukamuka temen aw*kar*in banget sih yang kalo musuhin satu semuanya nyindir di igstory dan vlog masing-masing ealah nduk

anaksekolahan!broduce KARENA. BRODUCE. TELAH MENCURI HIDUP DAN PERHATIANKU.

anakkuliahan!broduce

anakkoskosan!broduce

anakkomplek!broduce honestly i have so many

flowerboys!ohlittlegirl concept team

danceclub!UDF Boys Team (Dino, Rocky, Ten, Junior/Jinyoung, Shownu) this leans towards dino’s side story sih soalnya di laksani kayaknya aku cuma nulis mucha+irun doang

ya. lalu headcanons that are focused on pairings basically pairings i want to write but never get around to (tidak harus dilihat sebagai romantic pairing):

tennis prodigy jeon somi + closeted fanboy choi vernon

star athlete yooa + honor student eunwoo

choi yoojung + park jihoon school au

ilhoon + irene amusement park au

yoongi + irene musical au (what)

class president arin + foreign student samuel

minghao + chengxiao neighbor au

singer eric nam + radio announcer solar (solar side story)

winwin + elkie royal au

jisoo + chanyeol lebaran au

taeyeon + baekhyun new york au

sungjae + taehyung angel au

wendy + minhyun anak pinter au (ampun sangat tidak kreatif namun ah sudahlah)

son naeun + mark lee noona-dongsaeng au age difference angst 

binnie + joshua childhood friends au

mari kita selesaikan disini dulu udah jam 11 malem

ya. jadi. 

wow banyak ya baiklah. *peletek peletekin jari.*

#writing log