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liking yuri because you hate men isn’t enough i need you to love yuri because you love women
the vinsmoke sibs all being numbered is old news to everyone, ik, but i haven’t seen anyone pointing out reiju’s number specifically. she’s “zero daughter.” this makes sense when you consider the quints are numbered 1 to 4 already, but like. consider. reiju is the oldest by three years.
can u imagine that. not just being a number, but being zero. from the moment you are born, you’re the prototype. fine, but not good enough. created only to be improved upon. the eldest but not the first. the stumbling start to a sprinting marathon where innocents are rungs on a latter. a twisted game where you and your siblings are guns and you are worth no more than the bandwidth of your magazine.
the inferior trial of a greater product from the moment you’re born. and eventually, the final touches are complete. your brothers are born. you learn to play the game: to keep yourself safe, to keep your father loving you because one wrong move and you’re nothing. your brothers are not human, you learn— they’re the perfect soldiers. cruel and monstrous and empty. they disgust you, but you keep playing along because you have to.
yet as you learn to smile when the runt among them crumbles, to laugh when he cries— when you’re killing innocents right alongside them for the sake of your father’s army, years down the line— you find you’re no better than them. your empathy, your emotions, do not justify your sin.
because those emotions are what led you here in the first place. the need to be loved, to be safe, it’s present in all children. sanji couldn’t keep up but you. you had what it took, didn’t you? you played the part to perfection until the mask was fused to your skin.
the eldest daughter. the prototype that kept pace with the final product. a silent smile with cyanide behind her lips.
poison pink. zero. all you are, all you’ll ever be.
it’s too late for anything else.
no fucking way
NO FUCKING WAY
everytime i see sanji in an outfit with shorts its harrowing, bc i always become possessed by a feeling somewhere between “wow that’s so ugly” and the feeling victorian men had upon seeing a woman’s ankle
i need yall to understand that sometimes women will have beards and they don’t need to be ashamed of that to be women correctly. in fact when women have beards it’s fucking awesome and gorgeous.
standard romance tropes demand there be a love advisor of sorts for each of the leads, and this carries over to fanfiction. in sanuso fic in particular, i’ve noticed nami gets put into this role for usopp a lot.
now, i understand why this is such a common writing decision— we love gossip duo in this house— However. Idea. i think there is a DEVASTATINGLY untapped market for fanfiction where franky fills in this role instead of nami. because we cannot forget that franky is 1. canonically very close with usopp and 2. effectively an older brother, almost mentor-like figure for him, by virtue of being a close, older male companion.
also it would be so fucking funny guys like most importantly it would be SO FUNNY
obsessed with this picture from the stage show again.
whiys he lookinf at ghim lik e ghat ……… EUGH
real talk tho it’s just like such. a soft expression. the half lidded eyes. his brow slanted in fondness as he spins usopp around. the day i find the clip this comes from is the day i burrow myself into the core of the earth and melt in the magma like kaido.