blake kathryn
Keni
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
NASA
Mike Driver
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Stranger Things
ellievsbear
shark vs the universe
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obsessed with clingy zoro and Sanji who THINKS he’s touch averse but he’s actually just starved for affection because he wasn’t loved as a child
Thinking about Zoro wrapping him in a bear hug and Sanji being wildly uncomfortable for the first 3 seconds then going “oh ok” and melting into it.
Then from that point on they’re INSEPERABLE and neither really notice bc Zoro keeps ramping up thr contact and Sanji keeps accepting it and everybody catches on BUT them.
i love sleepy, cozy, pliant zoro. zoro blinking sleepily when sanji nudges him awake for some snacktime onigiri. zoro shuffling up behind sanji and pulling him into a hug, blearily nosing into the cook’s slender neck and snuffling his scent, head heavy on his shoulder. zoro rolling over to make room for sanji when he finally joins him for bed, letting sanji loop an arm around him and nuzzle into his sleep-warm back. zoro grunting unhappily as sanji eventually gets up to make breakfast, peppering kisses over his face in apology. sanji laughs as zoro slumps back down into the sheets, already halfway back to sleep, and turns around. but before he can move away, a warm, calloused hand encloses over his wrist and gives him a sluggish tug.
“gmornin’…”
and sanji is so overwhelmed with fondness and warmth, so endeared by his sleepy little mossball. he loves him so much.
“good morning, mosshead. you can go back to sleep.”
they would never say sorry but food solves all relationship problems anyway 😝
thinking about newly dating kidlaw where law is tentative with physical affection at first but after the first few times kid loops an arm around him during movie nights or presses an embarrassed, too-hard kiss to his cheek before leaving for work, law deems it safe to get bold.
he starts craning up for a peck when kid drops his lunch off, stuffs a hand into kid’s back pocket to firmly grip his assets when he walks kid back home from work, even starts nuzzling him and brushing past him without any other word or acknowledgment— like a cat. on one night, two minutes into a lame action movie, law plops himself down into kid’s lap instead of the well-loved couch cushion next to him.
the sudden, violent weight makes kid jolt, landing a little too close to… precious things. he grabs for law, trying to shove him aside so he can reposition and ease his weight away with a “what the fuck,” but law simply fights back, twisting around to push him.
and they wrestle like that for a bit, nipping at each other and snarling and grunting without any real bite. a hand shoving at kid’s shoulder, elbow jabbing into law’s side, tumbling pillows, spilled popcorn. eventually they wind up lying down, law flat on kid’s chest.
“be careful,” kid grumbles lowly, narrowing his eyes at him. his mussed black hair and disheveled clothes are too attractive, but kid’s too appalled to say anything. “since when were you this fucking annoying?”
law simply levels him with an unimpressed yet overwhelmingly fond look. “when have we ever been careful with each other?”
and kid can’t help but bark out a laugh, smothering an exasperated grin into the crook of law’s neck as he roots him to his body by the waist.
⚡️💖 LET'S JAM! 💖⚡️
Been a while since I posted gothfam so here's zorito and his awkward father mihawk 👁️⚔️
I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology
Modern au Nico Robin
Just found out I’ve been ROBBED of what could have been one of my favorite one piece outfits (granted it wouldn’t have even been canon but I don’t care) regardless why am I just now finding out that in film red Katakuri was supposed to get a pirate outfit from Uta but didn’t and you can find the actual sketch of the outfit pretty easily and I’m livid WHY DID THEY TAKE THIS FROM US ITS LITERALLY PERFECT AGHGFTHHVUERETUTEIYRUTWIFSIG
!! whole cake island spoilers !!
what if in germa, being a military kingdom, it was customary for potential partners to court one another through a series of duels. being equally matched in power is a sign of strength, survival, and mutual protection, and therefore a sign of a prosperous marriage.
long after the events of wci, reiju comes upon the strawhats and spends some time with them, catching up with her dear brother and seeing how freedom has treated him.
one day, lounging around (is this what it means to relax?) with the other ladies on deck, she catches wind of scathing words thrown between her brother and the swordsman.
when his blades come unsheathed, she debates on interfering, but when her brother raises a leg in response, teeth bared, she sits back with wide eyes. they exchange blows, meeting hit for hit, sword to sole.
“ah,” she thinks.
robin and nami glance over to see reiju has suddenly focused on the fight, eyes narrowed in hawk-like scrutiny as she watches the resident dumbasses fight.
it happens the next day, too. reiju watches as her brother and zoro brawl, and nami and robin giggle, wondering if she’s happy to see her brother openly roughhousing or simply analyzing their battle tactics.
on the third day, after the two finally back down, panting and snarling and heaving, reiju abruptly stands and walks to zoro with determined purpose.
he squints up at the pink-haired curlybrow, raising his own eyebrow in question. “what?”
“i approve.”
he processes her words, but still grimaces in confusion. “huh?”
reiju’s face does not waver, and she only nods. “you have my blessing.”
sanji pipes up, equally confused. “reiju? what are you talking about?”
she turns to her brother with sincere eyes, endlessly pleased that her brother has found a truly fitting match. “he’s pitifully obtuse, but nonetheless agreeable. he has proven himself, so I believe he will be a husband worthy of you.”
as sanji and zoro splutter, faces red with flustered indignance, she smiles. “I’ll personally see to it that this wedding is nothing like your last.”
yes to all these tags. yesyesyes.
like can you imagine? that incident with reiju becomes a fond memory as their journey continues ever onward, but it sits in the recesses of their minds, a warm reminder of their budding feelings.
then the one piece is found, and suddenly all their paths begin to diverge. when the strawhats begin to step towards dreams far from the deck of the thousand sunny, it is zoro that is first to leave.
“you will return,” sanji grits out, the pressure of his forehead against zoro’s grounding, stabilizing. promising.
zoro shifts impossibly closer, hand coming to clasp sanji’s. “i will,” he agrees.
the expression on the cook’s face wavers at the touch, eyes suddenly glassy yet nonetheless ablaze with near-desperate hope. “you better win, mosshead.”
he grins, an animalistic, primal thing. “you know i will. i’ve proven myself once already, let me do it again.”
“cocky asshole,” sanji laughs, eyes crinkling with mirth at the faded memory of his sister’s visit.
they share in that and fall silent again. it could’ve been seconds or months, but they bask in each other, wordless for once in the argument-filled time they’ve known each other, loved each other. the tension is palpable, and sanji fidgets slightly before whispering;
“i refuse to be married to anyone other than the greatest swordsman in the world.”
and zoro freezes, eye widening as his grip on sanji tightens. the cook won’t meet his eyes, but his face is flushed a brilliant shade of cherry red and there’s a tremble to his shoulders unbefitting of the prince of germa, but so beautifully sanji, the cook of the strawhats. one of the pirate king’s wings. zoro’s equal. zoro’s partner.
then he untangles their fingers, sanji’s hand twitching towards his as if chasing the warmth. his expression almost closes off and he nearly steps back, along with all his words, feelings, and promises. but zoro takes him by the wrist and flips his hand palm-up, rooting him in place.
sanji watches as zoro unclasps one of his three earrings, catching light as he presses the delicate thing into sanji’s palm.
it is gold, like first place, like dawn, like a wedding ring.
“wait for me.”
when zoro returns a year later battered, bruised, and bent, yet nonetheless grinning with the pride of a victor as he tracks mud and blood all over the pristine, tiled floor of a kitchen in the all blue, sanji swears he can hear bells.
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
!! whole cake island spoilers !!
what if in germa, being a military kingdom, it was customary for potential partners to court one another through a series of duels. being equally matched in power is a sign of strength, survival, and mutual protection, and therefore a sign of a prosperous marriage.
long after the events of wci, reiju comes upon the strawhats and spends some time with them, catching up with her dear brother and seeing how freedom has treated him.
one day, lounging around (is this what it means to relax?) with the other ladies on deck, she catches wind of scathing words thrown between her brother and the swordsman.
when his blades come unsheathed, she debates on interfering, but when her brother raises a leg in response, teeth bared, she sits back with wide eyes. they exchange blows, meeting hit for hit, sword to sole.
“ah,” she thinks.
robin and nami glance over to see reiju has suddenly focused on the fight, eyes narrowed in hawk-like scrutiny as she watches the resident dumbasses fight.
it happens the next day, too. reiju watches as her brother and zoro brawl, and nami and robin giggle, wondering if she’s happy to see her brother openly roughhousing or simply analyzing their battle tactics.
on the third day, after the two finally back down, panting and snarling and heaving, reiju abruptly stands and walks to zoro with determined purpose.
he squints up at the pink-haired curlybrow, raising his own eyebrow in question. “what?”
“i approve.”
he processes her words, but still grimaces in confusion. “huh?”
reiju’s face does not waver, and she only nods. “you have my blessing.”
sanji pipes up, equally confused. “reiju? what are you talking about?”
she turns to her brother with sincere eyes, endlessly pleased that her brother has found a truly fitting match. “he’s pitifully obtuse, but nonetheless agreeable. he has proven himself, so I believe he will be a husband worthy of you.”
as sanji and zoro splutter, faces red with flustered indignance, she smiles. “I’ll personally see to it that this wedding is nothing like your last.”
violently obsessed with zoro and sanji being possessive of each other, but not in the conventional ways. women can pepper kisses all over sanji’s flushed face and sanji can dance in circles around the pretty things at the bar, and it won’t bother zoro in the slightest. people can slide suggestive hands over the hilts of zoro’s swords and urge him into another tankard of booze with an encouraging croon, and sanji can easily look the other way.
but when a marine’s blade crosses the polished sole of sanji’s shoe, or a a fist comes flying towards the glinting edge of kitetsu, it’s bloody murder. combat has always been their love language, bruises like lingering kisses, sweat spattered at their feet like rose petals. fighting has always been between them, has always been theirs.
no one else was allowed on their battleground, their bedsheets.
and in the aftermath, all viscera and bloodstained wood, zoro and sanji leap into their well-practiced dance.
a diagonal slash. you still love me, right?
a leg raised high like a hammer. i’m yours, right?
heaving chests. please tell me you’re mine.
reddened foreheads. no one else’s.
I’m going to be 100% honest rn, I first started shipping Crocodile and Corazon purely out of spite. Like, I imagined how Doflamingo would feel about it and that’s all the reason I needed to start shipping it. But then… oh god. It took over my soul. I became cursed to roam Ao3, tumblr, the far reaches of the internet, searching desperately for any scrap of content involving my rare pair. It began to consume me. I’ve lost myself to the CrocoCora/CrocoRosi. And to be honest? I’ve accepted my fate. I only ask that god might give me more fics of Rosinante getting the clumsiness railed out of him. The sky is empty.
Was thinking about OP as a hospital drama and the strawhats as doctors wouldnt really work. But as NURSES whoooo boy now were talking
Imagine Zoro as a nurse. Insane
Imagine Nami as a nurse. She charges everything
Sanji? Hilarious
Luffy? The patients think they hallucinate him
Chopper is doing his internship/residency and no one wants him as a doctor
It would just be complete chaos and i need to see it
Pokémon trainer Corazon
Imagine: Rocinante with an Espeon.
This poor creature tries in vain to keep Rosinante safe from his own clumsiness, but its trainer keeps getting hurt anyway. It isn't because Espeon is making it worse; its trainer is just that clumsy.
Espeon at the end of the day is just exhausted, but its somewhat relieved that Rosinante is still alive (for now).
i need to get high w/ him and suck his dick
and yes i did post this at 04:20 on purpose🍃
