#but second of all it's fucking unbelievable how stupid oda is

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ugh the transphobia in one piece is such a fucking frustrating ruinous thing

#one piece #first of all i'm trans so i have an unholy amount of trans rage #but second of all it's fucking unbelievable how stupid oda is #i'm mad but also i think a Lot about trans narratives. i see them everywhere because i'm. y'know. trans but also TRANS NARRATIVES #okay i would rewrite one piece and the rewrite exclusively focuses on making sanji trans in a good way. #yeah i'm talking abt transfem sanji now #look if transfem sanji was a thing in the show it would not be a good thing. a lot of harmful stereotypes. #but i think there's such a golden opportunity that has been wasted by transphobia #because look #a character who in early childhood was only treated well by women and poorly by men #growing up surrounded by men #starts building up a fancy masculine facade with wearing suits all the time #and it's a fucking devastating blow to their whole ideals of character but they're stronger for it #once they build themself up brand new. trans trans transgender trans #look ok i know this isn't the place to get it and i know that the transphobia in the world would probably make this shit #but i want a story where. a longtime character slowly realizes they are trans. it's like with marco from star vs again i wanted it so bad #i just feel like every time i see a trans character it's post coming-out. which i also love. but the realization of true self #and the slow process of REMAKING YOURSELF. IN YOUR OWN IMAGE. I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE #transness is akin to godliness #i kinda lost the plot in these tags but that's ok #being trans is so important and trans narratives are so important. and I love one piece! i really do! that's why it bothers me so much when #this series does stuff like this #if it was a media i didn't care abt i would just drop it and move on and i definitely think that's a smart decision for when you don't #wanna let something get to you but i've been invested for years so i guess i'll stay #STILL GONNA BE FRUSTRATED THOUGH #anyway. trans one piece fans out there...!! stay strong!! you're the best ones among us!! #on my way to my notesapp to do some writing. lmao bye #also sorry for all the one piece posting i unfortunately fell down here again please help me

[italeteller]

Do you have any thoughts about the Netflix One Piece series coming out tomorrow, or is OP not really your thing?

Do I have thoughts about the Netflix One Piece? Well, lemme see

[ID: a GIF from Supernatural. Crowley opening a parchment that turns out to be unbelievably huge. End ID]

(I got into OP around 2017-2018, during Whole Cake Island arc. So it's not been a lifelong thing for me as it's been for many, but I've still gotten some time with it)

My first thoughts when I heard "Netflix Live Action One Piece" were what I suspect most people were: "boy, Netflix sure fucking loves to lose money"

(I would later be proven right on that point when the stupid fucking idiots atop Netflix decided not to pay their writers a fair wage to end the strike and lost way more money as a result - but that's a topic for a different post

(hey while I'm still in it though, is all the promotion for the show considered crossing the picket line? I'm not very clear on the rules of the thing))

But yeah, I was ready to see the whole thing crash and burn and laugh about it

Then I started seeing things about it. Like how they made Baratie and the Merry for real instead of CGI'ing them. How they got actors based on the nationalities Oda had given them on the SBS. How the crew's outfits were based on the outfits from the manga covers. How the actors of Sanji and Zeff practiced kicking together. How all the main actors were really big fans of the source material. And my heart broke for them, because surely the project would be a massive flop - I mean, seriously, One Piece Live Action? The most cartoony of mangas, adapted to real people? No way that could ever work. But I started thinking, it'd be nice if it did. For the people who really were putting their all into it

The first trailer dropped. It wasn't good

The second trailer dropped. It was so good. A bit janky but in an endearing way, some jokes got me laughing, and overall it seemed way better and way more in the spirit of what a live action One Piece should be

I saw Iñaki Godoy meeting Mayumi Tanaka and getting a straw hat from her. I saw him meet Oda, give him a den den mushi and get another straw hat from him

I saw people going to the premiere in LA and walk out happy - long time fans and newcomers all agreeing that it's good

I hope it's good. God, I hope it's good. I hope Netflix doesn't Netflix it up and cancel it after 3 seasons. I hope the internet trolls leave the people alone. For the crew who's put their hearts into it, I think they deserve it

#Anonymous #one piece #netflix one piece

[randomhomosapiens]

Wounds- Part three

Pairing : MC (not the original one) × Masamune

A warning : MILD GORE, DEATH THREATS, MENTION, ATTEMPTS AND ACTS OF  MURDER. 

Tagging : @manunelle (if anyone wants a tag, feel free to ask)

Read part two

Lies

Well, now he understood why she refused to wear a kimono while going out. He felt sorry for her, as she kept stumbling and nearly falling to the ground. Her movements, usually so fluid and full of determination, were clumsy and irresolute. She was intensely focused on moving her legs without kicking in the fabric, which didn't leave very much room for maneuver. She wasn't used to kimonos, and she had probably never worn one before coming to the castle. Once more, Masamune wondered from where she came and how she ended up there ; it must have been from very far away. Maybe even from behind the borders of the country. He liked the idea of her coming from a foreign exotic country, and he wondered if the ways of her people was as free as hers, if the land she was born on bore such wild standards as their own, or if she was just as unique as he felt she was. As much as he relished the thought of a land inhabited by thousands of such free souls, he somehow would prefer the one that she was unique enough to remain independent from everything else.

But for now, she clearly needed help.

“It's ok, we’re far enough from the castle, lass, you can put that on” he told her, casting a glance behind them and handing her a hakama he had sneaked out of the castle for her.

She snatched it from his hands with a short cry and put it on immediately. She tied the rope clumsily and he proposed with a grin to tie it up for her, which earned him a salty reply. He watched her loosen the slit of her kimono and flex a few times to test the springiness of the lot.

“Life saver ! I couldn’t have made it to the town in this ridiculous, stupid, torture instrument” she declared with emphasis. “I owe you eternal gratitude, Masa” she added with faked solemnly.

This was it. All he needed. The perfect occasion.

“You don’t have to” Masamune started with hidden hope blooming in his voice. “What about an equivalent exchange ?”

She stared at him with wide intrigued eyes. She looked like a child; innocent and sweet. Except he knew, he sensed, there was a dark side to her, a part that may be much more important than it looked. And that was precisely what he wanted to investigate. Ah, that was a massive pain, playing the secretive schemer, they already had Mitsuhide for this kind of boring jobs, and Mitsunari and Ieyasu were the intellectual ones. He was not trying to pretend to be the idiot of the band, but he had always been the type of man who acted first and then dealt the consequences; he tended to rely on his instinct, which incidentally, was often just. So that felt strange to him to play the subtle interrogator.

“Equivalent exchange ? What does that mean ? That’s so unlike you to be cryptic, Masa” she asked with a suspicious glare.

Ugh. She had seen right through him.

“Er- alright then, if that’s how you want to play. I’m gonna ask you a question and you’ll answer honestly, no matter what” he requested very seriously. “That’ll be enough payback for the clothes.”

Her expression darkened and she slowed down her pace, falling behind.

“I can’t guarantee utmost honesty” she stated coldly. She stared at his serious expression in silence and spoke again after a while : “I can however promise you not to lie.”

“So you will choose which questions you’ll answer ? That’s not very fair. How about the equivalent exchange, am I not your “lifesaver” ?” Masamune asked with a dark grin, which she did not respond to.

“That’s all you’ll have. Ask and I’ll see.”

Her voice contained a finality he couldn’t fight -at least not with words- so he took the plunge.

First, the minor matters.

“Why do you hate physical contact ?”

She sighed and shook her head slightly.

“Why do you bother yourself with such irrelevant facts ?” she mustered, averting her eyes. “Did it upset you that much ?”

“Answer the question.” He was not about to let her escape this easily.

“I … You don’t need to know” she let out, looking up to him. She stared in his eye a few seconds and what she saw seemed to comfort her into her decision, because she remained silent as she held his gaze.

“Why ?” he asked, anger poking in his voice as his hand impulsively flew to his katana’s hilt.

“It’s just- it’s silly, but I don’t want to break the charm” she said hesitantly with a dry laugh. “If I told you, I feel like it could wake up the monsters.” Her eyes were careful and her smile bitter. Masamune had never seen her as unnerved. She usually was such a sunny, carefree presence, even in her most dark bouts, she radiated raw freedom and happiness -or so he thought.

Maybe she was just very good at deceiving others.

“And now, you're the one talking all cryptically ! Fine, nevermind that. Let's get down to business” he shouted angrily. “How is it you're so versed in the arts of combat ? Where does this unbelievable strength comes from ? And above all, why did you hide such an important information about you ? ” he accused coldly. What do you want to keep from us, he shouted in the safety of his brain.

They had arrived in town and the constant rumble of chatter nearly drowned his voice. Her answer was as cold, if not colder than his.

“By training, duh.”

That did not amuse him. Oh, if she wanted to play this game, well, they would be two. His hand scraped the hilt of his blade.

“Right. And who trained you ?” he insisted.

For some reason, they were walking faster and faster, as if the speed of their steps needed to match the intensity of their conversation.

As they sank into the crowd, the hubbub of the town seemed to pound into his ears. She was so - frustrating. All Masamune needed was a clear answer, a clear and true answer and then he could finally, finally decide what to do with her. That was driving him mad. Will he have to kill her ? Imprison her ? Get the answers out of her by force ? Let her go ? Or preferably, get everything back as before ?

She shot him another look.

“That too, you don’t need to know.”

He swore loudly, and passersby turned their heads at the sound. He aggressively took hold of her … her sleeve, as she had once more dodged his grip and forcefully dragged her away from the crowd and into the first back alley he could find. Strangely, she did not resist and went along with an odd sense of resignation. With a little more strength than he had expected, he shoved her against the wall. There again, she did not try to keep him from being hard on her, as if waiting for him to calm down. Which only managed to get him even more mad at her. Why was she making this so difficult ? And above all, why was he not his usual calm and cold self ? She had a look of utter boredom, as if being where she was was the last thing she wanted to do and was waiting for the storm to pass. God, she was unnerving.

Masamune unsheathed his short sword and placed it against her throat, enclosing her against the wall with his other arm. She stretched her lips in a defiant smile and he couldn’t help but admire her courage against his own will.

“Are you going to kill me, Masa ?” she asked cheekily.

“You seem quite at ease for a civilian in such a dire situation” he replied. “Does the cold touch of steel not bother you as much as the warmth of human’s skin ?”

“Coldness, I can take. The kiss of a blade, I am used to. It is the hands of Men that hold the most wickedness.”

“In the mood for poetry, are we ?” he spat through gritted teeth, leaning the blade a little more against her throat. “And may I ask how it is you’re so used to having a sword held to your throat ?”

She did not answer. She merely kept her challenging smile on her lips, but her eyes were as sad and resigned as the stones. Masamune bumped his fist against the wall near her head and she did not budge.

“Fuck, Suna ! Tell me, goddamnit ! Talk to me ! Otherwise, at this rate, I’m- I’m going to kill you. You know I will.”

His voice nearly wavered at the end but it was worth it : her smile faltered. She looked surprised and a bit shaken.

Ah, yes, that’s right … that may have been the first time he had used her name. He had never called her by her name before, because he knew she did not respond to it; he had seen the maids and the others call her many times by her forename and she had not answered. Though he had thought the name fitted her perfectly -“Suna”, “sand”, a substance that looks like powder and consists of extremely small pieces of stone, that is impossible to take hold of and to keep into one’s hand, though it is made of a very strong and solid material, “Suna” that also meant “grit”, courage and resolve, strength of character- she didn’t seem to recognize it as her own. So he did not try to force it upon her.

“I know. But I’ll take the risk” she calmly answered. It had to be the pinnacle of insolence and yet, her voice contained a touch of warmth he had not detected before, a careful hint of softness that gently brushed against him and moved him deeply. His hand shook a little and his sword cut into the fabric on her neck, drawing three drops of crimson blood. He wanted nothing more than to withdraw it from her neck.

Just then, a voice was heard just behind his head.

“Well, sorry to interrupt, but if you could give me the favor to, um- die, I'd be most grateful.”

In a swirl of fabric, Masamune turned around to slice at the hand that was reaching out for him, he sensed, but not in time. How had he not been aware of their presence ? How had he not heard them ? Too late, and a powerful blow hit him on the back of his neck. Stunned, he dropped his short sword in a clatter of steel before stumbling on the floor and into her. She dodged as always and he slid against the wall. Ah … that was it, wasn’t it ? They were her allies and they had come to fetch her, hadn’t they ?

“So this is what is going to happen. Oda’s pawn, the so called fierce One-eyed dragon will die and the pretty lady will kindly come with us.”

Oh, they were not with her, as it turned out. Why did the thought relieved him ? He was in much more trouble, then.

Then he heard a whisper in his ear, that was blown with her voice.

“I’ll borrow this.”

She swiftly got his katana out of his scabbard -so fast he didn't feel the change of weight- and picked up his short sword.

“Hey, now, Sis, you’re going to hurt yourself. Drop those, they’re for grown-ups.”

“Sounds good, that plan” she said, ignoring them. “But how about “I rip each of your limbs one by one then burn what remains of you and reduce you to dust” ?” she asked with cheerful note to her voice.

Through the blurry vision of his eye, he could see her walking towards the five men, blades of the weapons stuck against her forearms. That was hardly a way of holding them, but her stance was definitely one designed for battle.

The men took hold of their own weapons and took a few steps toward her.

“Now, don’t struggle, you’ll only make it difficult for you. And drop those big knifes, will y-”

It was over in a minute. She had jumped in one step the distance between the first man and her, and in a swift and fluid turn of her body on herself, that was barely distinguishable, cut down his head and arms off his chest. A jet red stream of blood gushed out of his body, but she was not there anymore. Two more men had fallen before the first could hit the floor, head and limbs torn of their trunk too. This time she couldn’t dodge the stream of blood, as the last two rushed at her at once. She kicked onto the floor and jumped behind them, presence as shallow as a shadow. They did not make a sound as they died, the first one relieved from his legs and the short sword buried into his heart, the second held up by the dark-skinned arm that went through his chest from behind.

Once second she was walking towards five armed men, the other she was standing alone, entirely drenched in vivid blood, amidst neatly cut off limbs - as promised.

“He. All that's left is to set them on fire and I will have kept my word” she dropped with a smile.

She was Chaos, Masamune thought as he struggled to get up, Destruction and Death. The last torn smile one sees before being removed from this world. That same tortured smile that does not exist in the same plane of existence as everyone else, and cannot understand reality as anything other than a broken game.

Read part four

#mc × masamune #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku : romance across time #ikemen sengoku #date masamune #masamune date #one eyed dragon #oda forces #wounds #my writing

[oh-my-otome]

Ieyasu prompt: two

‘She is relentless, this one,’ he said nothing, nor did the look on his face betray anything, as he coolly stared back at her, sitting perfectly neat and straight before him. 

He couldn’t properly categorize the look in her eyes, somewhere between foolhardy honesty and a sudden realization for the need of restraint. As if she would have continued to prattle on with her nonsense about wanting him to live, but thought better of it in the end. 

She said nothing more, and he found his own tongue stilled, his mind racing. 

He expected her to be gone by now. Have a little fun teasing her and, by making no changes to his demeanor, get a few chuckles out of the Lord of Fools “gift.” Surely, she would run screaming from his castle in no time. She wouldn’t be the first hired help to throw in the towel.

There was no way to refuse a gift from Oda at this point. Not with Takeda brazenly sauntering his army along the borders. He would need Nobunaga before Nobunaga would need him, and any little slight might be the last straw.

But, if she quit on her own! Why, then he could hardly be blamed! That was...what he expected.

However, she continued to sit there, obediently staring back at him, waiting for him to speak at any moment. Ieyasu’s mind, once whirling, was rapidly dwindling down to only a handful of thoughts, each repeating endlessly.

And all because she had the gall to say the very last thing he ever thought she would.

He could feel his breath puff against the back of his teeth, and realized that his mouth was slightly agape. He wondered if he had been sitting with it like that this whole time. He wasn’t sure how to respond to someone like this-- always doing or saying something the complete opposite of his expectations.

“You’re quite the honey-tongued little people-pleaser, aren’t you?” he spat at her, and she flinched from his first word to his last. The hurt was clear on her face and he thought, if for just a moment, that she might have genuinely meant what she had said. He was used to people trying to charm their way into his graces, but genuine amity was hard to come by, as far as he was concerned.

Something about her expression made his heart pinch uncomfortably, but with practiced ease, he shoved the feeling aside. And yet...

‘Wait!’ 

Seemingly at the same time, he could hear a voice, so much like his own, but so much quieter than the other indignant assessments his mind offered up to explain away her reasoning.

She placed a hand on the floor and leaned forward, to get up, he supposed, and at once his thoughts were seized again by that quiet, pleading voice. 

‘Don’t go!’

He was aware that he was glaring at her, in stark contrast to what he was thinking, a picture of warring emotions, glad that she was none the wiser.

“I’m no such thing. I don’t waste my time with flattery.” 

She didn’t yell it, but she didn’t need to. In fact, not raising her voice made her statement all the more succinct and Ieyasu drew up short once again. Although there was no malice in how she said it, each syllable was dripping with sharp disappointment that he would even insinuate that she was telling anything but the truth to begin with.

She hadn’t gotten up before, but this time she pressed more of her weight into the hand that rested on the floor, and smoothly slid her other hand forward, looking very much like she would definitely leave the room for good now. 

‘Fix it!’

“Don’t look at me. Caustic little wretch.”

‘Fuck!’

He didn’t know what to say to keep her from going, but even he didn’t expect that to come flying out of his mouth. In his haste to keep her from storming out, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he could have just calmly ordered her to stay.

Returning her hands to her lap, she leveled him with a gaze of polite contempt. Silent, but still bristling, he surmised, from his earlier slight.

There was value in this woman, even he had to admit it. She took everything he threw at her, and grit her teeth against it all. 

Her reaction to his endless stream of mind games endeared her to him, and for a little while, it was fun to toy with her. To confess to her, right to her face, knowing full well that she would be confused and perplexed by it. Maybe even laugh it off, knowing his reputation as a trickster.

Calling her food disgusting and tasteless, for the pure joy of seeing her reaction, only to wait for her to leave the room before gobbling it down like a man starved.

Those nights when he left her alone, scared and defenseless on the battlefield, as he urged his horse and his men onward to the front.

If she only knew that his contingent of ninja were all around her, hidden in the canopy of the trees, watching her every move. Each poised and ready to defend her, and only her, until he could make it back himself.

But the fun was wearing off and he needed something higher. Something more mature, something elevated. More sophisticated. But he couldn’t quite reach that height on his own. 

And if she got up and left the room now...somehow, he felt as if he would only sink deeper, further away from the lofty plateau he knew they could reach together, if he only knew how to achieve it.

He thought of that job he had given Hanzo, regarding the magistrate. Ieyasu wasn’t the type to ask for personal favors. When Hanzo returned, the ninja had looked at him, the obvious question ‘for this girl you barely know?’ clear in his eyes. But Ieyasu said nothing.

No, he couldn’t just let her walk out. He wanted her to quit, so that he wouldn’t be beholden to Oda for anything...but not for her to leave completely.

‘Hurry!’

She was staring at his untouched sea bream tempura, which had long since gone cold, and for a moment he was irritated that she wasn’t looking at him. He opened his mouth to comment on it, before remembering that he told her not to even look at him. 

He cleared his throat in an agitated manner, causing her to look up reflexively, her lips parting, surely, to say something syrupy like ‘are you okay?’ or ‘what’s the matter?’ but he quickly cut her off.

‘Smooth. It. Over. Now.’

“The only reason why I had to fight next to that stupid Monkey in the first place is because of his incompetent little master.”

‘Unbelievable.’

He was ranting now, he knew, but at least she was silent and immobile. The last person he felt like talking about was Oda and his zoo, but the words just kept coming out of his mouth, the feeling of relief that she wasn’t leaving the room washing over him in waves.

Ieyasu could tell by her bored look that she was only nodding occasionally out of obligation. He had all but made up his mind to end his speech about how he was totally forced against his will to fight alongside the unwashed filth that is Hideyoshi and how he didn’t even want to aid that snake in the grass Mitsunari that one time, but Nobunaga made him, when she got up all on her own and picked up his tray.

‘You can’t! I...’

“If milord is quite finished with his food, I’d like to get the dishes done before the food sticks.” 

The sound of her voice and the look on her face was so positively crocodilian that Ieyasu was momentarily stunned. She waited a second for him to say something, but upon receiving no answer, she simply turned her back to him and stepped toward the door.

“A-actually, I...” he cursed himself for the obvious tremor in his voice.

She stopped, but did not turn back to look at him.

‘Say something! Anything!’

“Good night, then, lord Ieyasu.”

“I-I’m tired, actually,” that goddamn stuttering!

He wasn’t the least bit tired, but if she left now...

“Right. Do get your sleep then,” the insincerity in her voice cut through him like a blade, but it was her hand sliding the door open that hurt more.

“Your lap,” he said hastily, “and wake me in an hour. There is a book I have to read!” he said, leaning heavily on an authoritative tone.

She closed the door with a huff, set the tray down hard enough to rattle its contents and knelt beside him indignantly.

He stiffened the minute she came near, instantly regretting how quickly his mouth just says things when he’s around her, without giving his brain a chance to catch up. 

He could feel her eyes boring into him, as surely as he could feel his nerves beginning to rattle. 

Before he tensed up even more, he took a deep audible breath, as if diving underwater, and dropped backwards to the floor, his head landing with a gentle rustle of fabric right on her thighs.

‘Right on her...on her...th--’ he could feel the rapid advance of his blush as it traveled down his cheeks to the back of his neck.

There was a muffled sound like the peal of wind chimes and he looked up to find her mask of haughtiness collapsing as she tried to cover her laughter by holding her sleeve in front of her mouth.

“Sh...shut up!”

“Children should go to sleep. It’s late.”

“What does a kitchen wench know! You--” here, he shut his own mouth instantaneously as a shiver coursed through him so strongly that he almost rolled right out of her lap. 

She had been threading her fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp with light, experimental touches. 

She boldly smirked down at him, her expression clearly conveying that she was filing his reaction away for later.

“Good night, lord Ieyasu.”

For @jemchew and @cottonballwithmustache

#samurai love ballad party #tokugawa ieyasu #short story