Luna, she/her, 30-something. Otps, theories, and random things related to art and writing. You can also find me on twitter or writing some fanfics on ao3. :)
Dropping a very special Sketch-a-wish, voted on by my lovely Patreon members for August!
The winning request was to illustrate an off-page scene from The Folk of the Air series, when Cardan was writing his letters to Jude.
I countered that Cardan went through the five stages of grief writing those letters, and each deserved it's own illustration. (Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance) You'll also notice some familiar outfits throughout!
Have a great weekend. :)
I want to thank everyone who participated here on Tumblr or AO3, even on such short notice! The goal was primarily to gift our community with wonderful art and fics.
The prompts are still up, so feel free to create something inspired by them! You can still use the hashtag #zotashweek2025 here on Tumblr or add your fic to our AO3 collection, okay?
Our Discord server will likely host another round of prompts in December as part of a Christmas event, so I hope you guys join us! :)
He liked feeling every mark under his lips, tracing a path along her body, following them like breadcrumbs. He had them mapped out—every scar a new island he had to religiously chart, a job he took more seriously than Nami and her maps.
His favorite scars were always the ones linked to him somehow—the one across her nose, the same she often tried to hide, though he found it beautiful. They’d gotten it in the same fight, helping each other, and he carried one on his cheek, too. The one on her shoulder reminded him of their reunion after two years, now faded into a sun-shaped mark, born, ironically, from a snow woman.
And then there was the one on her back — a long, thin line, sharp as a blade. Not a mark of shame as he once thought, but a testament to her unwavering courage, a love that never wavered. It was the scar of her sacrifice, the day she took the blow meant for him. He kissed that line with reverence, lips tracing constellations that flickered and broke against her skin.
He traced the length of it with his fingertips, the roughness of the tissue under his touch. She had her back to him, her muffled moans swallowed by the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Wanting to draw more of her voice, he kissed the scar behind her ear, down her neck, and her shoulders. Between his own ragged breaths, he left new marks of his own—until his scars blended with hers.
His gaze flickers between the small package in her hands and her flushed face, uncertain what to say or do.
“It’s just a present, Roronoa, I’m not trying to kill you,” Glasses says, a bit frustrated at his inability to respond. She adjusts her glasses, her pout evident.
“For me?” He asks dumbly because it’s obviously for him; otherwise, she wouldn’t be there.
Glasses groans, and that might’ve pissed him off at another time, but he’s too shocked to bite back. “Who else would it be, Roronoa?”
It’s his birthday—that damn date he doesn’t celebrate because what’s so special about being born? —and also a shared celebration between her unit and his crew. Her unit. Only hers, no Smoker around. Even as a Vice-Admiral, she still spoils her people, who always find a way to break rules and join them in any sort of activity. Not that Zoro minds —he doesn’t mind at all, not if that gets him to meet her.
He picks the box from her hands, fingers brushing her palm, and it’s so small he has no idea what she could have bought. She must be messing with him—that wouldn’t be the first time, the damned Cook taught her well.
But curiosity wins him over, and carefully, he lifts the top to find a black-greenish cloth. It’s kind of exquisite—a really well-crafted scarf, he thinks. Zoro runs his fingers over it, and the softness tells him it must’ve been expensive.
She mumbles, averting her eyes. “It’s a bandana. You lost yours, didn’t you? So I thought you’d like to have another.” Then she looks back at him, adjusting her glasses again, the blush an endearing little thing. “I got the three swords embroidered.”
Words crumble before they reach his tongue. He just stares at her, stunned—because yes, he’d lost his bandana. He’d even thought of replacing it once, but there had never been any urgency.
“It’s really cool, Glasses.” And it is, the feeling of the embroidery under his fingertips makes him smile. That’s a nice touch; it makes the bandana his alone.
A slow smile spreads across her face, the kind that comes from knowing she got it just right.
“Can you tie it for me?” Zoro asks without thinking. His right arm is indeed bandaged, and he can’t tie the bandana on the left arm himself, but deep down, he knows there’s absolutely no need to do it right now.
Glasses blushes even more when she gets close to him. He thinks about teasing her, but stops himself—the warmth on his own face tells him he must look just the same.
“Thanks. I really liked it,” he murmurs, his voice low enough for only her to hear. Her big brown eyes widen—part from their closeness, part from the surprise of him admitting it’s a good gift.
And without her knowing, she gifts him a second time: a grin that brightens the darkest of days, the one he’s never tired of.
Everyone, Zotash Week starts tomorrow, on November 11th, Zoro’s birthday, and will last until November 18th!
Don't forget that if you’re posting on Tumblr, please use the tag #zotashweek2025. If you’d like to post on AO3, we have a collection called Zotash Week 2025!
And these are the prompts:
Nov 11th: Birthday
Nov 12th: Scars
Nov 13th: My best enemy (”Ma meilleure ennemie” song)
Nov 14th: “You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”
Nov 15th: Nicknames
Nov 16th: “You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”
Nov 17th: Carry
Nov 18th: Dancing
The amazing art belongs to our beloved @thought-about-it, go check them out!
Our Discord server will be holding a small ZoTash Week this year!
It’s a bit last-minute, I know, but the event is just so this doesn’t go unnoticed! Zotash Week will start on November 11th, Zoro’s birthday, and will last until November 18th.
Each day will have its own specific prompt, but don’t worry! You don’t have to stick to them or feel pressured to post on the exact day. The idea is to have fun and create something cool and heartfelt for the community. 💚
You can join in with whatever you like: a fic, an artwork, a paragraph, a drabble, even just a single line!
If you’re posting on Tumblr, please use the tag #zotashweek2025.
If you’d like to post on AO3, we’ll have a collection called Zotash Week 2025, okay?
Here are the 8 prompts:
Nov 11th: Birthday
Nov 12th: Scars
Nov 13th: My best enemy (”Ma meilleure ennemie” song)
Nov 14th: “You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”
Nov 15th: Nicknames
Nov 16th: “You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”
Nov 17th: Carry
Nov 18th: Dancing
And if you wanna join us in our little corner of the world, feel free to join our server: https://discord.gg/Grkr7GfgEr
We're always happy to see new members joining our cult hihihihi
Writing and characterizing Luffy is really just trying to decide the ratios between
- Luffy pretending to be stupid to put someone at ease or make them lower their guard
- Luffy pretending to be stupid because there’s complicated political shit happening that he can’t be bothered to deal with and he wants someone else to do the thinking for him
- Luffy seemingly pretending to be stupid so he can drop some insane brilliant iconic move only what actually happened was that the genius solution to the problem seemed so obvious and straightforward to him that he didn’t bother to explain it to anybody because he honestly didn’t think he had to
- Luffy seeming stupid because he has a very clear understanding of the power scale, potential risks, and capability of his crew, and he knows for a fact they can handle just about anything so he doesn’t need to pay attention too all the warnings and the planning and the whatever. Teehee gum gum go boing because Taking Fights Seriously is for people who can’t dog walk warlords
- And Luffy genuinely sincerely just being extremely fucking stupid.
No one asked, but here's a quick note on how I interpret him: his bluntness, extreme honesty, and hyperfocus are often mistaken for childishness, but believe me, my boy’s just autistic and doesn’t mask a thing. He’s not stupid, not even a manchild. Sure, he can be silly sometimes, but he feels deeply, is actually quite smart, and knows how to solve things even if in a different way than others. His strength is emotional intelligence, and I love that.
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She laughs even more, and over the years, he’s learned to let her laugh at his expense. His chest swells with contentment, because he’ll have the privilege of hearing that laugh until the day he dies—and who would’ve thought he’d end up with more than he ever dreamed of? Meeting Luffy and his crew had already added so much to his once-lonely life, and her presence only added to his luck.
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