The Order of Things

... or just another random, epic sounding title

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One Piece fanfiction Recs

Scales and Whitebeard

BlueMoonChaos

Where Luffy is a dragon - WAIT! Don't skip it  now, just because you are prejudiced! This is one amazing piece of work, just  give it a chance!

Defenders without fear

q.feuille7

Where Thatch wasn't killed but kidnapped by Teach.  And Luffy too!

Second Chances

rdpaige

Where instead of the standard "Luffy  travels back in time..." you get a Law travels back in time. And it is  NOT about him meeting up with Luffy. Nope. Totally Law centric, with  additions that are NOT the ASL brothers

To Build A Home

endlessblankpages

A great ASL meet Whitebeard fic. In which ASL  had to leave Fusha at age 10/7(?) and the story picks up 6 years later. Also  on AO3

Second Wind

The-Lost-Samurai

The most epic time-travel story so far. The  author really makes a point in coming up with original solutions to the plot.  The end result of each story Arc is (roughly) the same as the original, but  the direction the story takes to get there is totally original. You really  start to feel the butterfly effect. It is now also one of the furthest into  the story ranging from Luffy setting sail to the start of EniesLobby.

Searching for a Saviour

UnicornsThatGamble

This one made me cry for Luffy at almost  every chapter so far. I just feel so sorry for what Luffy has to go through.  But there is always that little shimmer of hope and I won't be able to stop  reading this story until I know for sure that Luffy is fine again.  The official description: After Ace becomes a  well known pirate, Foosha Village is taken over by a Celestial Dragon aiming  to make the whole town a slave market. Luffy, being labeled as a Devil for  being related to the notorious Fire Fist Ace, barely escapes with his life.  Now he has only two goals in mind; find Ace and save the village.

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OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

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The Story

Tell me a story before it all ends

Something that’s wonderful, something pretend

Give it a moral and maybe a lie

Fill me with laughter, then make me cry.

You know how it starts; “once” and then “time”

And don’t worry much if it doesn’t all rhyme

Throw in some danger, then throw a rope

Lace it with irony, dose it with hope.

But don’t get caught up love, and don’t start to feel

Remember, my darling, that none of it’s real

The dragons and damsels are all in your head

Real life hails no heroes and romance is dead.

--Violet Matter