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@i-trash-about-things
Howdy, stranger.
Welcome to this mess of a side blog.
Yes, I did a whole side blog just for my simping, I am that extra.
Names Trash, any pronouns work.
20 years of fighting against the bourgeoisie, off brand candy and daydreams
I am,,,very shy but feel free to message me
English is not my first language, sorry for the typos they 100% intentional
This is going to be a hell of a self-indulgent ride so hold onto your hats motherfuckers
Truly it has been a delight drawing sans
don't fear the fucking reaper 🤟🏻
I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.
I see silverV everywhere bro
genuinely about to get asked to be their third
mannn..... have you ever wanted to sit on a ledge and think about life like you're spiderman or smtg...
I adore your Kuina lives au! It’s super good and I love the thought put into it, could you explain her dynamic with Sanji that you thought of caudr I knows she’d hate him
Yes omg!
I actually think that her relationship with/opinions of Sanji would be more complicated than simply disliking him 🤔 the way I see Kuina in this AU is that she only values the opinions of those she respects—if some random guy on the street scorned her for her sex or her position as a swordsman, she would think nothing of it, as they haven’t proven themselves to her on a human level. However, if someone she trusted or respected were to treat her differently, it would gut her. For example—if Zoro, her best friend (and in some ways her inspiration) happened to suddenly resurrect and then say some sexist bullshit, it would destroy Kuina’s self esteem in a way nothing else could. This is because she respects and values his hypothetical opinion of her.
To put this in the context of Sanji, though—initially, he wouldn’t bother her much. He’s just some other random that she needs to prove wrong or die trying. She wouldn’t entertain him and his fawning (more likely she would just ignore him completely), but it wouldn’t get to her, either. However, as they spend more time together on the crew, she would begin understand him better. She’d start to see the things that he keeps under wraps. The more genuine pieces of himself, the earnestness, the heart. The way he loves the crew and puts every bit of himself into every meal he makes for them. His strength in battle, his way of understanding things she might not get at first (such as Nami’s sentimentality, or chopper’s home sickness). The way he almost seems to match her as Luffy’s other limb. And yet, he won’t fucking fight her. He kicks the boys sometimes, when they piss him off. A bonk on Luffy’s head when he tries to steal off someone’s plate, tripping Usopp up when he’s doing his “Sanji impersonation.” Kuina tries replicating these actions—to test the waters—and she gets nothing. Even when provoked, he waves off her rudeness with a smile and a weird little wiggle. It is devastating. This person who she’s grown to respect—to even entrust with her crewmate’s lives—does not see her as someone worth fighting in turn. Though she didn’t care before, every little special treatment would grate on her and remind her of how she will never be the same in some people’s eyes. She was okay when she thought that only unreasonable people believed those things (which surely means that her father had just been unreasonable) but now it’s someone who she has come to love and would like to consider her friend (and does that mean he’s right? Was her father right, too?).
It would cause tensions to rise. Kuina would get angry before she gets sad. The others would notice, but Kuina would never want to admit to anything which she considers shameful, and these self-doubts are her greatest shame. Sanji would notice, too, and it would be heartbreaking for him as well, but he wouldn’t be able to understand the issue. He would likely just continue trying to be extra nice to her (to cheer her up! A lady should never have to feel anything but happiness!), but it would just exacerbate the problem.
Eventually, it would all come to a head. Sanji takes one too many hits for Kuina (which she could have handled just fine) or refrains from putting any extra pressure (trust) on her in battle, and she would finally snap. She would shout at him, angry and hurting, about how much it kills her that he doesn’t seem to think of her as an equal who could handle the same things that he does. She’d say how much she wishes she didn’t care about his opinions of her, but how she can’t not because of how she can’t not respect him. I like to think that she might even cry. She’s usually so put together, so it’s jarring to see her this rattled and emotionally injured by something. The crew is shocked about the extent of her feelings (sans Luffy who has empathy powers basically lol. And maybe Nami, who I see being very close to Kuina in this AU), but no one so much as Sanji. He’s devastated. Nothing could have prepared him for being the one who made a woman cry.
(The straw that broke the camels back could be thriller bark related maybe? Sanji is the one who takes the deal? Or maybe he just tries really hard to stop her, and she does it anyway? Actually yeah, I think I like that. When he’s doing the whole “you’ll have to find a new cook” speech, he says some shit about how “a lady should never be the one to do something like this.” In the moment, she handles things fine (bigger fish to fry and all that), but later, after waking up covered in bandages, he says something again about how it “should never have been her responsibility,” and god forbid apologizes to her, and she loses it.)
After Kuina’s outburst, things get really quiet. Which is strange, frankly, for the straw hats. She settles down immediately and would try to act like nothing happened (hah). Maybe she even gives a sort of detached apology for losing her cool like that (as she still kind of sees this whole thing as a personal failing, despite herself). The crew by and large would try to keep things “normal” and would still joke around, but there would be an unusual stillness in the air. Sanji, however, would be silent. He would cook the meals, but he wouldn’t know how to handle much else. He’d be sweet to Nami and Robin, still, but it would be subdued. With Kuina, he would mostly not speak. He’d probably try, but he would struggle with addressing her. A cute nickname no longer feels sweet, and polite honorifics would leave a bad taste in his mouth. Calling her just “kuina,” though? It’s a bit hard to take that step, when his whole life he’s learned that he needs to treat women better than he’d treat a man. So, when he’d serve her plate, he’d lower his eyes and try to be innocuous. And, even though perhaps she shouldn’t, Kuina would feel bad. Again, she unwillingly still sees this as her own failing. Consciously, she knows that her sex should have no bearing on who she can be, but she still carries scars from her childhood. Emotionally, she feels that she’s the one who was apparently deemed unworthy of Sanji’s trust. So, I think she would try to smooth things over. I imagine that they would be in the galley alone after dinner (Kuina waited until everyone else had left and is sitting on that bench thing off to the side. Sanji is starting to clean up). She’d tell him that “it’s all fine” and “it’s not your problem.” She’d try to explain that she has issues that she’s projecting onto him. And Sanji, who has been doing some soul searching as of late, listens to her, and then he walks over, and kicks the bench. (Similar to how he threatens the others by kicking their surroundings, I imagine). He’s very obviously nervous and would probably be shaking like a leaf, but he did it. Kuina, who had been trying to be nonchalant and may have been talking with her eyes closed, is surprised by it. Slowly, she’d pop wado out of her sheath as a question, and Sanji, who finally understands, would answer by insulting her. He’d say “don’t be fucking stupid,” or “you’re a damned idiot,” and then, they would fight. And it would fix everything.
The way this basically turned into a fic needs to be studied lmao. I’m glad you’re liking the au, and I hope this was compelling! I’d love to hear other people’s takes on the matter if anyone has one
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sanji + food and drink
“It's been so long... It kinda feels like they're someone else's scars. Someone else's wounds and burdens.”
“You know what I mean?”
also asshole i love
ROCK YOUR BODY
Their reaction to you tugging/pulling them by the belt.
𝓬haracters : Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Marco.
༯ gn reader / fluff / suggestive / drabble / unestablished relationship
AN : woah nala posted again in the same week.. i hope u enjoyy
ACE was being stubborn, ridiculously stubborn. No matter what you said, it rolled right off him as his boots kept carrying him toward the dock, every step sounding more certain than the last.
“Ace.” You snapped.
He finally looked over his shoulder, just enough for that familiar, lopsided grin to flash your way. “What?” he laughed. “I’ll be quick.”
You stepped in front of him before he could take another stride, he couldn’t be trusted. “What are you gonna do?” You murmured, slightly tilting your head back to catch his eyes.
He shrugged, trying to sidestep you. “C’mon, don’t worry so—“
Your finger hooked through the front of his belt. The leather caught against your knuckle as you gave one sharp tug.
He stumbled a half step forward before stopping short, barely a breath away from you. Your hand stayed hooked there, keeping him exactly where he was.
His grin vanished, his lips slightly parted as he let out a soundless gasp.
“Answer me.” you asked again, your eyes locking onto his, “What are you gonna do?”
..Oh.
Oh shit.
Ace’s brain, usually so quick with some sort of comeback lost every bit of tease he had left. He could feel your hand curled around his belt dangerously close. Could feel the slight tension every time either of you breathed.
Close enough that if either of you leaned even the slightest bit farther.. His heart kicked hard against his ribs. Ace’s eyes dropped for the briefest second to your hand, then to your face.
He swallowed, hard. “I.. I uh..” It was a lost cause, he could barely manage low breaths trying to think.
One of your eyebrows lifted, genuinely confused by his expression.
Finally, he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, suddenly finding the dock incredibly interesting. “I’m..” He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”
...
You searched his face another moment before finally giving a slow nod, satisfied. “Okay.” Your finger slipped free from his belt, the pressure slowly easing.
It should’ve been a relief.
“Be safe,” you said, the irritation in your voice softening just enough to sound like concern.
“Yeah.”
Ace realized you were still standing close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you. Neither of you moved a single inch.
He knew he should say something clever. Instead, all he managed was another awkward nod before scratching the back of his head with a sheepish laugh.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He turned to leave, thankful you couldn’t see the grin threatening to spread across his face.
…He really, really liked that.
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SABO stood beside you in the middle of the hall, but his mind had drifted far away.
His gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the carpet floor, unfocused despite being open. Every few seconds his brow would knit, only to smooth again as another possibility crossed his mind. One hand rested thoughtfully against his chin, his thumb absently brushing over the corner of his mouth.
“Sabo.” You murmured, wondering if your words were hitting deaf ears.
No response.
“Sabo.”
His eyes shifted slightly, though not toward you. They remained distant, quietly tracing an invisible thing only he could see.
A quiet sigh escaped you. You reached forward without another word, hooking a finger through the front of his belt before giving a firm tug.
Sabo’s body obeyed before his thoughts did.
His next step caught awkwardly, momentum carrying him back just enough to stop him short. Instinct steadied his footing almost immediately, but the sudden pull shattered the careful thread he’d been following.
“Hm?” His attention caught all at once, the careful thread of thought he’d been following unraveled the instant the tug interrupted his stride.
You let out a baffled huff. “Are you listening now?”
He blinked, eyes finally dropping to the hand that had pulled him. Then slowly lifted to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitched into the smallest smile— this was a first.
“Well,” he murmured, a quiet chuckle escaping him, “it certainly worked.”
A faint flush of embarrassment crossed his face as the realization settled in. “I wasn’t ignoring you.” He exhaled through his nose, giving an apologetic shake of his head. “I just got too focused again.”
You took the answer with a silent nod and pulled your hand back from his belt.
But, two can play at that game.
Suddenly, you felt a tug at your waistband bring you in— it was Sabo. You did not share the same experience as him to keep a balanced step. You ended up chest to chest, forced to look up with the proximity.
He was smiling, every part of himself now focusing on only you. “I’m listening."
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SHANKS
“Excuse me?” You drawled out, matching his pace. For some odd reason this morning, he just kept on pushing your buttons. Your own crewmates didn’t give much support, staying on the sideline.
He kept walking despite it. “You heard me.”
That stupid laugh.
That stupid relaxed stroll.
That stupid confidence that he could say whatever he wanted and charm his way out of it just as easily.
“Oh, really?”
The grin on Shanks’ face lingered as he turned away, already waving a lazy hand over his shoulder. “Mhm, you’ll get over it.”
Big mistake.
The words had barely left his mouth— a firm tug stopped him.
The leather at the front of his belt pulled taut, redirecting his balance just enough that his weight shifted backward instead of forward. Years on boat made the adjustment instinctive— one foot planted, his shoulders settled, and before he could fully process what had happened he’d already turned.
His gaze dropped to a hand, just one finger hooked confidently beneath his belt. Slowly, his eyes lifted to you.
The boat felt strangely quiet, he got heated from his ears to neck. You are cheeky.
“Say that to my face.” You hissed.
For the first time in several minutes, the easy grin he’d been wearing slightly faded from surprise. Shanks felt the smallest flicker of admiration settle in his chest.
Well, that was unexpected. He’d underestimated just how far the frustration had built.
His posture relaxed, the grin returned, but it wasn’t the same carefree one from moments earlier.
“..You really didn’t like that one, huh?” he said, his voice noticeably quieter. A slow chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his tone was genuinely apologetic. “I deserved that.”
The pull, he meant.
You nodded your head, he was being suspiciously easy. “You did.”
Suddenly, his hand dropped down to your hand hooked on his belt. Your hand slowly loosened in his grip, watching as he brought it to his face with a sly smirk.
“I like it when you do things like that.” He whispered into your hand, that gap you closed starting to become evident. You struggled to his eye contact as he leaned ever so slightly closer.
Well, that backfired on you.
—
MARCO had been standing over the examination table for what felt like hours, sleeves rolled to his elbows, clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he checked over yet another crewmates file.
It was well past the crew’s usual bedtime, not that Marco was ever consistent with sleeping. He had a bad habit.
Still..
“It should be fine, Marco.” You sighed, setting the medicine ledger onto the wooden counter with a dull thud. “You’ve done everything for the day.”
Without looking away from the paper, he waved a dismissive hand. “You can head to bed if you’re tired, yoi. Just let me finish up.”
The answer was soft, but not enough to convince this night.
You frowned.
No. He’d keep saying “just one more” until sunrise if nobody stopped him.
Quietly, you stepped behind him, your fingers caught the leather of his belt at the waist. Then you gave it a firm tug. It wasn’t enough to throw him off balance, but it was enough to halt him mid step.
Marco blinked at the tug. He turned, the clipboard lowering in his hand as his eyes flickered from your face.. to your hand still hooked around his belt.
A slow grin spread across his face. “Now that’s a pretty bold way of getting my attention, yoi.” His eyebrow lifted, amusement dancing across his features. “You sure this is the right place for that?”
Heat rushed straight to your face, faltering ever so slightly. “That is not what I meant.”
“No?” he asked, clearly entertained.
You tugged the belt again, short, insistent this time— pulling him a half step away from the examination table.
“I’m tired,” you said flatly, empathizing with a fake yawn. “Which means we’re tired.”
Marco looked down at the hand refusing to let go. For just a second, his teasing expression softened.
“You’ve been standing in here for hours.”
…
He let out a quiet laugh through his nose, finally setting the clipboard down on the nearby counter with a resigned sigh. “You really weren’t giving me a choice.”
He glanced back toward the paper filled with information, satisfied everything was stable before turning his full attention back to you. “Alright, you win.”
“You say that like it was that hard.”
“It stopped being hard the second you grabbed my belt.” He laughed. “Caught me completely off guard.”
You tilted your head, trying— and failing to not to smile. “So you’ll actually come to bed?”
Marco slipped his hands into his pockets, shaking his head with another amused huff. “Yeah, yeah.”
He gave the abandoned clipboard one last glance before walking toward the door beside you.
“But next time, yoi..” His grin returned in full, his hands finding its way to your lower back, making you shiver. “A tap on the shoulder would’ve been a lot less embarrassing.”
Somehow vent art because I'm tired and overworked and Roronoa Zoro is saving me from madness wtf
@hailed-marys requested some photos of Grace smiling and I thought the rest of the world should see him too
did you guys know. that he is so important 2 me.
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I’m replaying 2077 (as I’ve been known to do) and what do you mean there’s interview that plays in the elevator back to the mega building after the tutorial mission where two people are talking about the Relic and one of them calls it “a forever companion that will never leave your side”
