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@a11sunday
a11sunday ... one piece-centric multi sideblog. following from + guidelines found on spira1staircase. roster under the cut.
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I miss them
"you're enough." (maybe lanselot for robin because i miss them 🥹)
from: meme. context: robin is in recovery after kuzan's attack on her. they are nearing water 7 and she confides in lanselot about how she feels about her position with the crew.
how long did she think she could outrun the past? robin had allowed herself to hope, to reach beyond what she deserved, and now, just like every time before then, danger has befallen her. and this time, it nearly brought to ruin the crew she’s come to care about.
she is not a person worth saving.
“i’ve decided.” her smile is kind, but a sadness makes it wilts at the edges, bright blue gaze holding theirs. “this voyage will be my last with the crew. putting them in danger— putting you in danger like that once is enough. i’m not so foolish to think it won’t happen again, but i can ensure it’s not on my account.”
whatever protests they have, robin shakes her head and holds up her hand, indicating she’s not finished speaking.
“aokiji was right, you know. you’ve seen me in action, lanselot. you know what i’m capable of. all i have done was to survive, but maybe somewhere along the line …” she stares down at her hands, imagining them stained red with all the blood that soaks them. “it's just who i am, and i can never go back to being good."
if she was ever good. she had been, hadn't she? robin was just a child when she was deemed a devil. the only sin she committed was existing. there were night she laid awake and thought that aokiji shouldn't have spared her if this was the life that hounded after her. maybe she should have died on ohara. her mother's final plea echoed quieter and quieter in her mind.
the brief silence after her words affords @willofd time to interject a soft yet convinced admission.
you're enough.
her gaze darts up to lanselot, chin trembling.
it's not 'you aren't a bad person'. it's not 'you're still good'. it's not 'yes, you can go back'. it's more meaningful than any insistence that, frankly, would not have completely landed. what it feels like to her is, acceptance. it acknowledges not the past or what might become of her tomorrow, but what she is now. it almost makes her hopeful that maybe there's something to redeem in her yet.
a watery smile lifts her lips, arms hugging around herself, clutching at her elbows. "i wish i had met everyone a long time ago. i always wanted friends like you all."
That ‘70s Show 2.16 “The First Time“
Whys she not a cowboy anymore
"you can give it a go,” he comments, another pair of eyes is always a good thing to have on researched work. helps it to not be biased, or finding things that get over looked by over worked eyes. “left side is my notes,” spare hand hovering over his work and notes, a lot hastily scribbled down as he read through the books. “right are the current books I'm looking through.” gesturing to the open books.
she pulls up a seat to his right, reaching for the first book in the pile. it was a general encyclopedia of different flora and fauna that could be used as herbal medicines. she's seen the very same in chopper's assortment of medical books and journals. "what type of cure are you looking for? would it involve a topical solution, ingested medication, or both?"
what color is your aura?
iselda …
ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon. your essence is ashen: you are warm but vacant, an empty canvas waiting to be painted. your heart is soft; there is a peace that seems just out of reach, but it is worth striving towards. perhaps lost, you comfort yourself by what you can, and you are never unwelcome. you are the dreamer. you are the wanderer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, hickory, beige, and ivory, who share your aspirations for goodness. you are also drawn to the inspiring and kind lavender and peach, who will help you grow and open you to find yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the strong-willed personalities of periwinkle and tawny who put themselves first.
ginny …
moss: marshes, microscopes, crocodiles, green juice, grid notebooks, long socks, algae. your essence is moss: it is you against the mysteries of the world. you are an impassioned problem solver; it is natural for you to depersonalize, absorbed in your interests rather than in your skin. others find you unconventional yet genuine. you are the investigator. you are the scientist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chartreuse, honeysuckle, forest, and gold, who share your immense focus. you are also drawn to the intense souls teal and bronze, who will help you grow and uncover new passions. however, you may struggle to get along with the pandering personalities of magenta and marigold who seem too demonstrative.
olvia …
noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night. your essence is noir: you see the world for what it really is and have the desire to perfect it. you embrace all of reality with zeal; there is an order to everything, even the thoughts that drip with darkness. your spirit is undeniable and some may call you quietly passionate or idealistic. you are the conquerer. you are the reformer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, ivory, amaranth, and hickory, who share your passion for betterment. you are also drawn to the creative magenta and indigo, who will help you grow and let go of your reservations that you must be perfect. however, you may struggle to get along with the philosophical personalities of navy and amber who seem aimless.
stole this from ... @willofd !
" you make a habit of berating all your vendors? " arms fold across his chest, but even as he asks, there's the hint of a smile present; yeong-seok may not always deal in seafood, or food in general, but he'd been in this business long enough to have met more than his fair share of crooks. he can't blame the man for wanting to be thorough.
with both hands, yeong-seok takes the proffered payment, tucking it into a pouch hanging from his neck tucked away under his faded jeogori. pulling on a pair of gloves, he leans down to lift the beast up, one foot squarely on his small ship as the other plants on the deck to give him some sort of stability. with a grunt, muscles flex beneath loose sleeves before he manages to hoist the shark up, patting it with his palm a bit ( and grateful he remembered to put on his gloves, first. )
" there we go, all set, " he murmurs, looking back up at @a11sunday with another crooked grin, " i imagine you get quite a good variety of catches out here—almost reminds me of— " for a moment, his smile freezes, his words trailing off in silence as the words he was about to say seem to strike him harder than he thought they would.
[ mainly that was because he had been trying very hard not to think about it at all. ]
" just … reminds me a bit of water 7, on the grand line. they always have a … a pretty good assortment of fish. "
a grin cracks across zeff's face in kind. surly as he is, he's not without humor.
already, zeff is piecing a part the fish in his mind, thinking of all the different dishes they could add to their menu for the week. the bones would make for excellent stock, the skin could possibly be fried and used as both garnish or appetizer for a dip. the possibilities were endless. so much was he briefly wrapped up in thought that he nearly misses the vendor's words.
"ah, water 7. haven't been in ages. it's further out than i'd travel for a grocery run. you've come from all the way over there, ah? being a salesman out on the grand line must've been interestin' t'say the least. or, are ya just another washed up pirate turnin' a new leaf?" he means it without malice, rather a teasing tone that edges on playful mockery. the shift in the younger man's tone wasn't completely lost on him. he only wonders if his own misadventures urged him into a career change, or what other story might have brought him back to this side of the seas.
there's the slightest furrow of her brow to the way he starts answering her question. sure, her decision didn't involve him, per se - but haru was one of the few people left in her life that she actually cared about, with whom she could talk freely about everything. if she couldn't turn to him for advice, or for him to tell her when she was in over her head, she wasn't sure what to do.
she knows not to take any of it to heart, though. it's not meant as dismissal, only... honesty, to a fault. steph supposes she wouldn't want that kind of decision to fall on her either, were the roles reversed.
a hum rumbles at the base of her throat as she mimics his movements, resting her weight against the windowsill. she knows the concept of family is one he struggles with - steph can relate - so the offer carries weight and meaning, coming from him.
"you are family." he knew as much already. maybe she never said it in as many words, the lines blurring a little when it came to them, but she tried to convey just how important he was to her in every interaction.
a sigh, as she begins toying with the hem of her shirt. "i think... i think i want to keep it. i know it'd be better off with like, a proper, nuclear family with money and resources... but i don't want to lose it." was that selfish?
haru knew where he stood with steph. but, the affirmation warms him anyways. his hand reaches for hers, palm upturned, waiting.
"i think wanting it is the first step in the right direction. because when you want something, love it even, you'll do what needs to be done to care for it." he angles his head so he catches her eye. he wants her to know that he means it, every word. that what he says it's some sort of appeasement. "it may be true that the baby would be better off with a family that maybe could provide more than you can at the moment. and, i'm sure you can arrange for a family who will allow you to visit. but, i have faith that if this is what you decide, you'll do everything for this baby. and it will always be enough."
there's a million ways this could go wrong, haru knows that. but, he's seen the way steph looks down at her stomach, the affectionate brush of her hand, the fond smile. it doesn't feel right to encourage her to part with it, not when she hasn't even given herself the chance to love it.
"have you thought of names?"
time to catch up again on op because i Need the robin/saul reunion like i need air
biblically accurate Nico Robin
wano mihawk commission
when do you gaze at your soulmate?
iselda ...
when they're getting ready for the day: this is all you've ever wanted. you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day. you watch as they pair the colors. you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.
sanji ...
when they don't see you: you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. it's enough you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. but what if it's not? and what if you're wrong. what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at.
mihawk ...
when they're dancing: you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.
me when all my muses that have ships with katya are being mean and evil :sigh:
🪰 ( isenante or law & iselda )
from: meme. context: iselda arguing with rosinante ( @spiritmarking ) about saving law.
beneath tan skin, there is an undercurrent of red, flushed and fuming. he's asked her to lower her voice to no avail. her selfishness is on full display, her desperation turned anger at all the wrong things. law is a child. she, out of everyone, should understand what it means to save the helpless. she'd been helpless too once. half of her entire crusade has to do with benefiting the helpless, but all she sees now is the great potential loss. her personal loss. and it chokes out all rational thought.
"damn the kid--!" she hisses between clenched teeth. it's horrible to hear, it's even worse to say. but, it comes out and she barrels forward like she always does, unapologetic until it's too late. "what makes him so different from the rest of them??"
it occurs to her that she could take law, help him herself, relieve rosinante of this self-imposed duty. but that would put her own position at risk, and as usual, at greater loss to her, she chooses her own self-imposed burden over anyone else. they're more similar than she cares to admit, and it has done nothing but put them at odds.
"what if he dies anyways? between now and when your brother finally catches up with you? sengoku will likely forgive you, but will he?!" a flimsy wooden door separates the main room from the tiny excuse of a room law is sleeping in, her voice practically rattling the entire shack they've stuffed themselves into.
"we can't save everyone. you can't save him." she doesn't know that, she can't know that. it's the first time her tone quiets. her breath comes in and out in sharp bursts, a long pause afterwards, then... "he's practically gone, and you aren't. don't let your heart get in the way now, rosinante."
Clever as a devil, it’s as if he plucks the thought straight out of her, about all of the warm, gooey feelings she so often keeps behind closed hands and canary-eating grins, even now. She supposes it’s not often a pirate gets to live long and look back on what they created. She’s allowed the nostalgia without calling for her own retirement.
Before she can really do him in for the old age comment, he pivots to asking about the Blight. Isabela settles back against her chair, “I didn’t stick around long enough to see much of the Fifth Blight. Did meet the Hero of Ferelden, though.” She’d thought it funny then, that Zevran got himself locked into a world-saving endeavor with a mage that had only been freed from her shackles for a few months.
“Now, that’s talking above ground,” she continues, more solemnly, “the Champion of Kirkwall decided to take me with her into the Deep Roads on an expedition. I’m sure you know — positively littered with darkspawn. To know what that madness does to people…” some nearly twenty years on, she can still recall the stench.
he thinks about his own encounters with it-- the pulsing red boils, veined black and sprawling over entire villages and cities. akai's gaze is privy to stomach-turning sights, but this one is in a category all on its own.
"these gods..." his jaw clenches, lips set in something between a grimace and a sneer. he didn't realize how angry he was, kept most of it as bay as he led the charge. it wasn't often that he himself was overcome by emotion, but here in front of isabela, who has known him before this and had been there at his worst, akai lets it be plainly seen.
"they'll see our entire world destroyed if we don't succeed. and you know, the terrible thing... it's not really the destruction of everywhere else that angers me, but that it could reach even here." he watches the waves roll in and out, ceaseless. "the fear i see in my comrades, i feel it too. for rivain." akai turns to isabela again. varric has been the voice of wisdom, and they've fought alongside each other enough time him to know he could look to him for the words he needed to inspire further confidence. but, he still looks to her, seeking. "any advice for going up against gods?"
THE MUMMY (1999)
dir. Stephen Sommers
