Do U Ever Think The Strawhats Dream Of Luffy And Wake Up Silently With Tears Down Their Face

i want to crush him

https://open.spotify.com/track/56xHMIfQPoe0prrSi3BGhf?si=sTkce22GRmehf0dbR3uOAw

this song is so young like the sea coded fr

I WAS LITERALLY JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS????? YOURE IN MY WALLS

SOBBING

im currently using this song to write chapter 2 rn omg i need to see the movie solely bc of this song

READ NOW THE DARKNESS COMES ALIVE BY @taizi RIGHT NOW

RECEIVED MY COMMISSION FOR MY FIC Carved from Dust FROM THE AMAZING OTO (@evilmonksan on twt/ @mizukamiyaseiryu)!!! THANK YOU!!! ♡♡♡

Ten Questions for Writers

@emilyelizabethfowl THANK U FOR THE TAG I LOVE FILLING OUT FORMS !!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

I joined in 2017 and I have 14 works!!! That number would probably be higher if I didn't chicken out on posting.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

111,897 words! My longest fic is only 31,000 words—but I fully intend to break that record.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

One Piece! I don't think I'll ever stop writing for it; there's just so much potential. As of this exact moment, I'm writing for ROTTMNT, but I also have a lot of small snippets written for other small fandoms (which will never see the light of day).

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I love responding to comments! Reading them always make me so giddy and I'm a certified yapper. I will literally talk forever once I get past the shy phase of being known and perceived.

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Fortunately, no—not that I know of. Knock on wood!

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing that's been posted! I'm working (was working?) with a friend on an AU of One Piece, but we're both busy and procrastinators, so that's going to take a bit. I'd definitely be down to co-write more in the future! I think it'd be so fun.

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly, I don't really have a favourite ship? If I did, it'd probably be Zolu or Sanlu from One Piece, but I find I always lean more toward the platonic side of things.

8. what are your writing strengths?

Oh, geez. This is like that common quiz question, "How do your friends perceive you?" and my answer to both is I don't exactly know? I'd like to say my strength is writing emotionally-tense arguments or capturing nostalgia, but I'm more confident in saying I'm good at writing Second Person POV. (I would also like to think I'm pretty great at brainstorming fic titles.)

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

EXPOSITION. PACING. FORESHADOWING. I don't fully get exposition—I just yap and hope it makes sense. Pacing... I never know if I'm going to fast or slow—if I'm speed-running or dragging. It's a whole struggle for me. Foreshadowing!!! I rarely ever finish the entire fic before posting, so I always lose my mind trying to connect things from previous chapters to the current ones. Oh. And vocab. My vocabulary is very limited, even with thesaurus opened on another tab.

10. first fandom you wrote for?

I think—but don't quote me on this—it was a crossover between Fairy Tail and One Piece. Crossovers have always held a soft-spot in my heart. I think that's why I enjoy Outsider POV so much; I need people reacting to my favourite characters!!!

Tagging: @mad4turtles @asyisnotok @mykimouser @remedyturtles @pickledcarrotsandradish

every high and every low

i wrote a tiny little something for @mangogreent, it isnt much but i hope you like ! happy birthday lake ! title borrowed from glad you exist by dan + shay (listen with your platonic nakamaship hat on and dissolve into seafoam with me)

read on ao3

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Luffy’s body doesn’t scar easily. It’s one of the many facets of a frankly unhinged healing factor; his body shuffles micronutrients and vitamins around like a circus clown juggling pins, wounds healing so quickly and completely that there is rarely a trace left behind.

There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. The smiling pencil-mark curve beneath his eye is one of them. The cruel, gaping burn across his chest is another.

Sanji and Chopper have spent hours going over dietary needs and goals for everyone aboard Sunny, not just their captain. But it’s their captain whose food works like a miracle in his stomach.

If Sanji thinks too long and too hard about Totto Land—about Luffy’s trembling, emaciated limbs when he handed over a disgusting, ruined bento, the way his skin plumped up and shone with good health within minutes of a meal—there are very good odds that he’ll spiral into a fit of grief or guilt or panic no matter where he is or what he’s doing at the time. So he tries not to think about it, and instead loads his captain with carbs and protein and fiber at every opportunity instead.

Suffice to say, Luffy’s skin is largely whole and undamaged, only a few faint scars scattered here and there that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t really looking. His rubber body is a marvel, but it burns like a starving furnace, and sometimes it does him a disservice no one could have possibly seen coming.

“You don’t feel that?” Usopp says with a frown.

“Nuh-uh,” Luffy confirms blithely, watching the feather move back and forth across his arm. “If you pinch me or poke me with something sharp I will, but if it’s soft it’s like it’s not there at all.”

For a moment, everyone sits there and absorbs that information. Sanji can feel it settling over his nakama like a blanket of snow; cold and promising to pack in and be a pain in the ass to shovel through. Sanji has to readjust his understanding of the world, too. It takes him a minute.

The only touches that Luffy feels easily are the ones that hurt. That’s true for everyone, in a sense—but just because a slap might register louder and faster than a gentle touch doesn’t mean the latter doesn’t carry a weight of its own.

Sanji wonders, abruptly, if the last thing Luffy felt from him was the fight they had on Whole Cake when Sanji was desperate to free his captain of his obligations to a pathetic, useless cook—when he did everything in his power to drive him away.

Nami and Brook have joined Usopp in the game of poking Luffy’s arms and legs and squishy sides in the name of proving him wrong, finding a spot where he isn’t so thick-skinned. Brook’s phalanges drumming against his ribs make him giggle a bit, but how much of that is real feeling and how much is simply delight at all the attention and affection pointed his way?

It should be cute, but Sanji can see—and feel—it cutting everyone to the quick. Robin has closed her book, watching the scene without a smile on her face. Franky’s hands are unmoving around the great feathered monstrosity he and Usopp have been building at the table together up until this point, as if he’s forgotten he’s holding tools in the first place.

Enough is enough, Sanji decides, and sets aside his pride along with his bowl of red velvet cupcake batter and maryse spatula, moving around the counter with purpose.

“Got an idea,” he says at length and Nami scoots gamely to the side. Sanji keeps moving before he can get in his own way and takes Luffy’s round face in one work-hardened hand.

Luffy, who has been known to use his actual skull as a battering ram, usually fights with his whole chest and carries most of his injuries there, too. His face, aside from an unfortunate unsupervised incident with a knife when he was little more than a toddler with a highly questionable and often day-drunk role model, is unscarred.

Sanji brushes his thumb against Luffy’s cheek, where the skin lays very thin over sensitive nerve endings. His captain blinks up at him, brown eyes wide and trusting, every bit as if he’s looking at someone who has never hurt him before.

The crew present is watching raptly, their disquiet transforming into absurd, single-minded scrutiny. There’s a reason they’re not only living in the New World but thriving there—they’re good at adapting, at assimilating new information, at smacking the curveballs right out of the park on their second swing.

“Feel that?” Sanji asks.

Luffy tips his head curiously, just enough not to dislodge Sanji’s hand. Perfectly willing to sit still and be held when it’s his cook doing the holding.

“Kinda,” the boy says, the barest hint of a furrow forming between his brows. It’s the beginning of an epic spoiled sulk that everyone who loves him is intimately familiar with—because his nakama belong to him, and so Sanji does, and so his hand on Luffy’s face does, and it is rapidly occurring to Luffy that it’s not fair for all of those things to be true and for him not to be able to feel it.

Sanji can’t help but smile, always equal parts charmed and exasperated by the future king in a pout. He leans in and presses his mouth to the same place his thumb was, kissing the soft cheek firmly. He can almost see it when Luffy zings to attention, his overwhelming focus zeroed into that singular point of contact.

By the time Sanji straightens, Luffy is already beaming ear-to-ear.

“I felt that!”

Sanji returns to his dessert prep, perfectly satisfied with the changed world he leaves in his wake. Chopper is already clambering over the top of the table, scattering the bits and bobs of the engineers' project into an irremediable mess in his haste to bury his favorite human in fuzzy reindeer kisses, and similarly everyone else’s eyes are gleaming with promise.

Luffy’s rubber body is both a wonder and a menace, much like the golden soul it houses. But where it falls short and fails him, his friends will pick up the slack. Luffy is probably going to get his cheeks and forehead pinched and poked a lot more when he’s whining or complaining or elsewise being his annoying, incorrigible self.

But he’s also going to get kissed a lot more there, too.

strawhat pirates, but they platonically cuddle, crowding onto this one picnic blanket with the sun on their faces - luffy is bigspooning all of them.

strawhat pirates, but they hold hands and loop arms when they're out and about, tugging each other along when they see something cool in the windows of shops.

strawhat pirates, but they play with each other's hair and steal each other's clothes and laugh at each other's dumb antics like theyre any better

strawhat pirates, but love is easy.

@starshipcaptainjojo MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS EXCHANGE!!!

A little smt smt based on a passage from ur fic Stakes 'cause I read that and was like... YOOOOOOO

This is my first zine ever, but I'm super excited (and nervous)! Thank you to @opfluffzine for the opportunity :3

gyaru dog pose stevie