#a11sunday

[fatescattered]

she finds iselda easily - working the day away on account of a new ship request that came in recently. it's a particularly complex one, with lydia also struggling to get her part done ( too many variables, too many ways it can go wrong). she doesn't realize it's well past dinner time until she drops a wrench on her foot with a yelp, her grip having faltered after too many hours standing up without food or water.

maybe iselda was having better luck and actually remembered to take care of herself -- but just in case, lydia grabs an extra portion when she drops by to grab some food near the shipyard.

"do you feel like pulling your hair out too? or just me?" she jokes in lieu of a greeting, walking over to iselda's side and setting down the small bag containing a couple of sandwiches. "don't know if you ate already, but i got you some food."

@a11sunday | starter call

[sirensofthefiveseas]

@a11sunday for Sanji and Reiju

“Zeff says we can take a break.” Reiju hummed softly as she entered the kitchen, hanging her order book up. The restaurant was in a lull at the moment, and with no reservations on the books the older chef decided to cut the youngest two. Reiju wasn’t going to argue the break, especially since the man so rarely gave them out. The siblings had been with Zeff ever since he attacked the original ship they found themselves on, and while he was a grump they had grown up with much worse.

Coming up alongside Sanji she rested her chin on his shoulder, watching his hands work on whatever little bit of prep work he was still doing. “Are you gonna make lunch for us or did you all already make the family meal?” It hadn’t been surprising that Sanji was a good cook, she had seen him make their mother her meals, but it was still facicnating to see him so much in his element here.

[bybrophelia]

Two opposing sensations ( at opposite ends of his body ) competed for his attention: invasive cold and pleasurable warmth. He would have commented on her cold feet being a casualty of cigarette use, but the urge was usurped by euphoria. One arm was loosely thrown over her, bent ever so slightly so that he could run his fingers through glossy, spun sepia. The faint tinge of tobacco and camphorous lavender was intoxicating. Goosebumps left in the wake of her soft, lulling touch elicited a shiver throughout his spine. The mention of bread halted this war abruptly. His mouth—previously hanging open—immediately snapped shut. Law's chin receded toward his throat. Lips twisted. Irritation burrowed deep in the space between his brows. Exasperation hissed as it exited his nostrils. He was never going to live that down, was he? "I'm not either," Law lamely mumbled in accordance, his lips finding fringe tapered to her forehead. "So, what did you have in mind?"

continued from here with @a11sunday

[cherrygardna]

ID :// @a11sunday ⟫ nico robin. ↳ " everything looks so much more peaceful now, doesn't it? " *

arms rested cross over one another on the railing of the sunny. the sun rolled along with the near perfect waving ripples in the water. the slight ocean breeze carried the taste of salt along with it. it was more peaceful now and they deserved it.

but how long would that last.

❝ why would you say that out lou— ❞ sanji shot up and came face to face with robin. the sudden outburst turned into a look of guilt before he suddenly changed up, a grin plastering itself on his face. ❝ oh robin! you're so right! ❞

he cleared his throat as he pulled himself away from the railing and drew a cigarette from his coat pocket. he held it between two fingers, not lighting it, out of respect. ❝ there's something about being out at sea that's calming. ❞ the cook's gaze turned back out toward the water. the sea and the crew.

❝ so, are you hungry? can i get you something to eat? drink maybe? ❞

[seaoftheworst]

@a11sunday sent: hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon - katakuri

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

Katakuri has chronic insomnia, so will often be wandering at night. He likes how peaceful this can be, and it's one of the few times he will dare sit out in the open with his scarf down. Once of his favorite things is when it is raining at night to stand and let the rain hit his bare face.

[bybrophelia]

@a11sunday sent: “stop trying to predict the ending—show off.” ⇶ Shoko && Law

"I'm not predicting," Law muttered as his gilded gaze drifted from the screen to her. Inked fingers lazily brushed over the small of her back. Takeaway containers—picked clean— were neatly stacked and arranged on the coffee table. Occasionally, his hand would drift up into strands of silken espresso. Faint wafts of tobacco and the remnants of floral shampoo greeted him. It was most concentrated at the crown of her head, conveniently positioned on his chest. Coaxed into a daze by a full belly and the familiar aromas, Law found himself struggling to complete his thought. It took a moment to claw himself back to the incomplete sentence. "It's called pattern recognition. Critical thinking," Law's voice barely crested above the television's low volume, and it remained metronomic in cadence. "I'm telling you that's how it ends."

unprompted 🔍🎥

[sirensofthefiveseas]

🖐 - haru tracing robin’s lightning scars asked by @a11sunday

Robin hummed softly as she changed into the borrowed kimono. The fighting was over and she had soaked the reminders of the fight off. With all that had happened she didn't react to the door opening until someone's fingers traced onto her back

"Ah, Haru" The two of them had grown closer so she wasn't upset with him coming in. Realizing what he was seeing she smiled softly "Ah,those. Interesting aren't they?"

[sirensofthefiveseas]

❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ - chopper @ kureha! asked by @a11sunday

"Don't worry yourself" Kureha laughed, staring down at her latest patient. He had a fever, rashes and he rattiling about a sore throat. She kept the little one back though, already sure of what they were dealing with. Probing at his throat she felt the swollen nodes there and nodded.

"I'll handle it on my own, you don't touch the patient or you go on the fire with the sheets when I'm done, Heeheeheehee"