Unfortunately for the various commitments I can not make many drawings and this is quite simple but I needed to do something new on my OTP FrankyXRobin.<3
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Analysing the Zodiac compability of Franky (Pisces) and Robin (Aquarius).
https://www.astrology.com/love/compatibility/pisces-aquarius.html
When Aquarius and Pisces join together in a love match, there is much compassion and creation. These partners are idealistic as individuals as well as they are together. Pisces flows with their dream-like surroundings, and Aquarius is constantly coming up with new inventions and ways of doing things. This relationship digs deep for the truth of the matter at hand, and both partners are always looking for solutions to problems. They both tend to be introspective. Aquarius can often be quick to judge those who don’t share their vision, while Pisces is often too compassionate, even for those who don’t necessarily deserve it.
It is funny to read this because looking at Franky and Robin, Franky is the one who is always coming up with new inventions, at least in canon. In fanon we often find the idea of them both working together, with Franky asking for Robins opinion and a historical insight about his newest invention.
Saying that both of them are idealistic is very true. Robin was alone but willing to give up her life for her friends. Franky had taken care of people without a home. They are both willing to do everything in their power for their friends. Their ideals are strong and they follow them. This goes hand in hand with the part about Pisces being too compassionate. I want to bring the example, that Franky didn’t throw Caribou overboard when he asked for mercy. We don’t really know how fast Robin is to judge. But we know that she is fast in figuring out what is going on and to make her decisions based on that. So yeah.
Aquarius and Pisces make very good friends as well as excellent lovers. Problems are rare, but sometimes Aquarius can be too intellectual and aloof for Pisces, and Pisces may at times be too self-sacrificing and gullible for the Aquarian taste. Sometimes different reactions to a situation may cause a cavern between the two; Aquarius is quick to dismiss those who don’t agree with their opinions, and Pisces takes on others’ issues too quickly. On some occasion, the pair will have conflicts, but these partners can forgive and forget easily.
The first sentence is just perfect because Franky and Robin aren’t only lovers but first of all friends. Though the next part is once more interchangeable. It is a matter of interpretation but Franky seems to be more aloof (Fishman Island) while Robin still has a tendency to put herself on the line for her friends (Dressrosa). Maybe in the earlier chapters we can see the conflicts (Thriller Bark, Punk Hazard) but honestly, they never once really dove into it and later on they are so tuned in with each other that they start to react the same way (Zou).
Aquarius is ruled by the Planets Uranus and Saturn, while Pisces is ruled by Jupiter and Neptune. Uranus focuses on iconoclastic ideas and innovative practices. Saturn gives this relationship the drive to act on these ideas and the ability to organize the details that will animate them. Jupiter is about philosophy, teaching, and understanding, and Neptune focuses on spirituality, so Pisces likes to truly understand new and exciting things, such as their partner. Whenever Aquarius comes up with a new idea — as they so often do — Pisces is eager to understand it on an intuitive level. This duo creates a complementary relationship deep in intellectual and emotional resources.
“Iconoclasm is the social belief in the importance of the destruction of icons and other images or monuments, most frequently for religious or political reasons.” this is perfect considering that Robin had been part of the Revolutionaries. Franky himself is not a fan of established structures. I love how you could interpret Saturn’s influence to the fact that Franky and Robin together hold the key for Pluton. Together they are able to fuck the world up. As for Jupiter, both are the Strawhats “parents” and good parents can help their children to understand, teach them and gives them insight. Both are very much always excited for adventure. It’s hard to really say “Franky is 100% Pisces!” and “Robin is 100% Aquarius” because we know it’s not true, but still together they are a perfect mix of both zodiacs.
Aquarius is an Air Sign and Pisces is a Water Sign. This relationship is motivated by thought and feeling, respectively. There is always a lot going on, and this tends to be a very flexible and progressive union. When it’s good it’s very good, but when it’s bad, communication is abysmal. Pisces likes to be where Aquarius’s action and intellect stirs, and Aquarius can learn social tolerance and warmth from the demure Pisces. This team works well together. Although they may disagree, their differences of opinion don’t last long. Conflicts may arise because of Pisces’s need for emotional support and tenderness, and Aquarius’s preference for ideas rather than romance.
Air signs are communicative and smart (hello Robin), while water is compassionate and lead by their feelings (if that isn’t Franky to a T?). What we can also read is exactly what EVERY SINGLE FROBIN FAN SAYS: Franky can learn from Robins calmness and thoughtfulness, while Robin learns from Frankys passion and how to be more open about her emotions. - And: Their teamwork excels since Thriller Bark and they continue to work together in the best way. - And this: Robin may sometimes scold Franky but that does not mean she hates him. She trusts him enough to be able to do so.
(Seriously the whole paragraph is a Frobin Fanfiction in itself)
What’s the best aspect of an Aquarius-Pisces relationship? It’s their mutual interest in cultivating knowledge and accepting modern and cosmopolitan ideas. They are well matched in their enthusiasm, energy, and desire for a sincere, open and honest relationship. Their common interests and reciprocal personalities make theirs a compatible relationship.
I just sign all of this. This headcanon is so accepted that whatever headcanon comes after this it will not as strong as this one.
In conclusion: Even if Franky is not really a Pisces and Robin is not really an Aquarius, this works just too good to not to be true.
(excuse the awful drawing and the even more awful photo and sorry again for bein late. I am aware that Zodiac is not the same as Stars but… heh… I wanted to do this for so long. I hope you guys enjoy this. I don’t really believe in Zodiacs but this had been fun.)
Robin rested her head on Olvia’s lap, closing her eyes. She was small, a little older than eight years. The great tree of Ohara hung over their heads, knowledge hidden in its trunk and secrets in its branches.
“Mama, what’re we having for dinner?” she asked, eyes still closed.
“Hm . . .” Olvia ran a hand through Robin’s hair. “What do you want?”
“Home rice.”
“Then we’ll have that.” Robin opened her eyes and looked up at her mother, who smiled. “My little angel.”
Robin grinned and used her ability to create tiny wings on her back, made of hands and fingers. Her mother laughed. “You’re so creative.”
“Thanks, mama!” The wings vanished and Robin hugged Olvia around her torso. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Hey, there you are.”
Robin sat up and scrambled away at a tap on her shoulder, staring at the man with blue hair, unusual arms, and prosthetic nose.
“I know it’s super rude, so pardon the intrusion,” he said, giving Olvia an awkward nod before returning attention to Robin. “Robin, you gotta wake up.”
“Who’re you?” Robin said, frowning.
“Don’t do this,” he exclaimed. “You know me---it’s Franky. Franky. Remember?”
Robin shook her head, eyes wide. “Mama, do you know him?”
“No,” Olvia said. “Sir, what do you want?”
“Sir? That’s a first,” Franky remarked. He shook his head. “Robin, it’s me. Franky. Your---well, never mind. You’re dreaming right now.” He knelt to look her in the eye. “Do you really not know me? Or any of the others?”
She shook her head, inching away.
“Luffy? Nami? Chopper?”
She shook her head again.
“Look,” Franky said. “We were in a fight. Long story. You got involved with some guy who knocked you out. He had a Devil Fruit power, something like the Dream-Dream Fruit? Anyway, he said that it makes it so the victim falls asleep and never wakes up because they’re having such a good dream they don’t want to wake up.”
“Robin, don’t listen to him,” Olvia said. “Sir, please leave me and my daughter alone.”
“Do you get it? You’re dreaming right now.” Franky glared at Olvia. “Hey, I dunno how much I should thank you for Robin, but you ain’t the real thing, so stay out of this.”
“Don’t talk to mama like that!” Robin snapped, slapping Franky with her ability.
“You still pack a punch,” Franky said, rubbing his cheeks. “Robin, please, listen. Do you know how you got here?”
Robin frowned and looked up at Olvia for an explanation, who glared at Franky again.
“Do you know why the Government hasn’t found you or your mom yet?” Franky persisted. “Or, if this isn’t a dream, why I’d know things about you like your Bloom-Bloom Fruit, or that you like cake and flowers, or that you love to read . . .” He sighed. “It’s, like, twenty years later in reality. Try to remember.”
“If this is a dream, and I’m a grown-up, how’re you here?” Robin said triumphantly, avoiding his other questions.
“Because Chopper and I built a machine for me to visit you in your dream,” Franky said patiently. He bowed his head, suddenly weary. “Robin, it’s been three days since you fell asleep. The others haven’t been able to find the guy who did this to cut him into pieces, so this is a last resort. We all miss you.”
“Well, even if this is a dream, I like it,” Robin said with childish logic. “So I’m gonna stay here.”
Franky pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down.
“Go away,” Robin added after a minute.
“I will,” Franky said. “Just answer three questions for me, then I’ll leave and never come back, I promise.”
“Deal.”
“First, what did the Poneglyph in Alabasta tell you?”
“The location of Pluton,” Robin said. She frowned, furrowing her brow. “What’s that?”
“Second, what happened to the blueprints for Pluton?”
“You burned them---stop that,” Robin said, hugging herself.
“We had a deal. And third . . .” Franky couldn’t bring himself to look at Robin. “How old were you when you lost your home?”
“Eight.” Robin’s breath hitched in her throat as the world spun around her. “But, I’m not eight, I’m---”
“Hold my hand,” Franky said, and Robin took it without thinking.
“How old---? Ohara, Mama, Saul---” She looked up, an adult woman again. “Franky.”
And the world faded to black.
Franky and Robin opened their eyes simultaneously. Robin sat up, wincing, and Chopper slowly removed first her helmet, then Franky’s, disconnecting them.
“It worked?” he said, anxious as ever.
“Sure did,” Franky said, cracking his neck.
Chopper approached Robin, staring into space, and removed the IVs from her arm one at a time, applying first pressure and then bandages to the spots.
“Robin?” he said, staring up at her. “How do you feel?”
Robin covered her face as she started to shake with sobs. Chopper looked at Franky, but he shook his head and went to Robin.
“Hey, I’m here,” he said, reaching out. “Don’t worry.”
She slapped his hand away and stood, stumbling to the door. Chopper ran after her to help her to her room, and Franky stayed behind, staring after them.
Everyone was greatly relieved by Robin’s recovery and wanted to see her immediately, but were disappointed upon learning she wanted to be left alone. Nami and Chopper acted as bodyguards to the women’s quarters, determined to keep the others away from her. Sanji brought food to be carried to her by Nami, and every time the door so much as cracked open Luffy tried to get a glimpse of her, earning him a sound beating.
“Maybe I messed up,” Franky said that evening to Chopper. “She woke up, but I really intruded on something private. And I ripped that away from her. Was that okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” Chopper said, though empathetic as he was, his eyes filled with tears. “It was just a dream. She’s strong. She’ll be okay and I dunno if she’s mad at you but if she is she won’t be for long.”
“You’re smart,” Franky said, patting his head. “We need more men like you in the world.”
Chopper grinned and wiggled in place, and Franky took a drink of cola, watching the sunset.
A thump on the stairs made Franky look up sleepily from his workbench, and he started when he saw Robin approaching, wrapped in a blanket.
“Evening,” she whispered, coming to stand next to him.
“Hey,” Franky said. “How you feeling?”
“Better. I’m sorry for earlier.”
“No way, I should apologize to you,” Franky said, shaking his head. “I dunno if I was too blunt, waking you up like that---like, should it have been more gentle? And seeing your private dream on top of it, that’s---”
She silenced him with a finger over his lips.
“I needed it,” she said, removing her hand. “I don’t mind that you saw. It’s nothing I wouldn’t share if asked. Waking me up was understandable and necessary, and I don’t know how else you could have done it, with how stubborn I was being.” She smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you . . . and I’m sorry for hitting you when I woke up.”
“You know that’s what I like.”
Robin raised a threatening hand and Franky held up his own in defense.
“I was going to ask,” she said when they’d both dropped their hands, “if you wanted to sleep together tonight.”
“Cuddling or the other kind?”
“Cuddling.”
“Yeah, of course. Where?”
They ended up settling down in Robin’s own bed, since Nami was taking watch. Franky watched Robin as she turned away from him, scooting back until she pressed against him. Her breathing grew slower as she fell asleep again, and Franky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
Week one 06.-11. Feb 2018: Flowers / Food
Week two 12.-18. Feb 2018: Carnival / Valentines Day
Week three 19.-25. Feb 2018: Dreams / Game
Week four 26. Feb-04. Mar 2018: Musical / Stars
Week five 05.-09. Mar 2018: Movie / Eyes
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THE FLOWER IN THE MEADOW
Summary: Although not necessarily the life Robin has had in mind but pleasant enough to get by and smile. Until the old storage depot across her flower shop gets a new owner.
Ship: Franky/Robin
Rating: PG
Warning: Alternate Universe (modern setting)
I hope it’s not turning out as kitschy as the title might suggest—I’m just awful with titles. This will be my only contribution for @frobinfandays within the schedule of FrobinMonth2018 but it’s an idea I’ve been planning to do for roughly three years now so it just had to come out. Regular posting from March onward!
A late spring day sets its sun over Meadow Lane. Golden rays highlight the buildings one last time for today, like spotlights before the curtain call. Due to its unique position towards the sun, Meadow Lane is gifted with the most beautiful of sunsets every spring. Each year photographers and artists from all over the world come together and watch the miraculous show—many paintings and stories have been created interpreting the phenomenon.
Meadow Lane isn’t a long street to begin with. It goes from the side of the main street to the next corner, not even turning beyond it. Mostly hidden from passersby, it became a secret paradise for the locals and visitors. Since there isn’t much to do in Meadow Lane—only five commercial shops fill in the spaces between flats and apartments, and their offerings are not created to please anyone’s needs and taste. Whoever finds themselves in this street knows what they are here for.
Meadow Lane isn’t a wide street. And the concreted floor from the main street keeps most people away from the sight of the aged plastered road. It is the atmosphere, the aesthetic of the complete appearance of Meadow Lane that makes everyone protect it from sobered up changes. There isn’t much in Meadow Lane to maintain this visual—the empty apartments towards the corner, the old storage depot on the fallow grounds taking up two third of the street’s Southern side. They all lower the visual quality of the street to the point at which town council and citizens fight over the street’s existence.
Then what is it—despite the sunset and the plastered road—that makes Meadow Lane so precious to the locals?
Let us find out.
On the street’s Northern side, across the fallow ground with the empty storage depot, resides the main attraction. In one of the larger shops a bistro you can find—not as big as the diners and restaurants in the most frequented quarter of the town but enough to offer cosiness and privacy altogether alongside the European-inspired dishes. Its interior and exterior both accommodated to the menu by French furniture and decorations, from basic elements to detail. The owners insist on the authenticity of their bistro, not only for the customer but to remind themselves and the locals of their heritage. Rumour has it, they weren’t very fond of life abroad and forcefully kept their French lifestyles up—but who would judge them for coping with their homesickness? The reasons for their departure from France are too dark and complex to taint our little story with.
Neighbour to little France is another commercial shop inhabited by a woman of thirty years and her dozens of flowers and plants. Her florist’s shop is not even half the size of the bistro but enough for her and her assortment. High quality fresh flowers aren’t as common around this area as she originally thought when immigrating from Europe—and so she has to work with the only flower farmer in the area. Admitting to the mainstream flower market is no option, so she lives from day to day, never with a guarantee for profit.
On most days a few random customers would step out of their usual routine and enter her shop—sometimes buying a bouquet out of sheer embarrassing sympathy for having confused her etablissement for whatever else. There are regulars who visit her shop every month or other week for a commissioned bouquet and their trust in her expertise is sometimes the only reason for the thirty-year-old woman to keep the shop running.
People of Meadow Lane are supportive of another and so nobody would allow the florist’s shop to close. The owners of the bistro—being quite wealthy from all the patrons and tourists—bought the building next to their own and so demanded little rent from the florist for her shop and her apartment atop of it. In exchange for the low price, their patrons can sit outside the beautifully, lush decorated exterior and front of the shop and enjoy their dish or a special scented tea.
The beautifully and lush decorated front of the shop is both a blessing and a curse. In order to understand what that means one ought to picture the following: A big windowed shop with black painted walls and golden accents, inscriptions and signs in delicate art nouveau manner and ranks of leafy plants hanging from above the windows. Chains of little flower bouquets framed the little top window of the door, pots of balanced arrangements stand in between each set of table and chairs. After sunset the whole sight would shine from small hidden lampions—luring in patrons, pseudo-customers and passersby.
As much as people love to glimpse at the front of the shop—and sometimes there would be crowds of people—they get sated by its look and blinded by it that none of them ever enters the shop or acknowledge it and its offerings behind the beautiful and lush facade. So many photographers come to Meadow Lane in late Spring to capture the sun lowering its golden rays onto the leaves and petals and the ornaments on the walls—barely any of them aware of the woman behind it, arranging bouquet after bouquet that never leave her intact.
Similarities from her economic success to her personal life are sadly no secret to Meadow Lane either. Her apartment as empty as her shop, no man or child to accompany her and people start talking every now and then, will she ever find someone? will no one ever love her? poor madam, no one wants her bouquets and no one wants her love—they hush their concerns and sympathy without having ever stepped a foot into her shop.
With her good ears and her kind heart, she stays strong behind the counter and loses herself in the world she arranges in her hands—another bouquet to tell her story.
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Week four of Frobin Month 2018!
26th Feb - 04th March 2018 - Musical/Stars!
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„Hey, Robin! Let‘s go on a date at the next island.“
Robin stared at the giant hand that was holding a paper flower in the space between her face and the book she was reading. She was amazed at how the flower was crafted to look like a Casablanca. Her eyes slowly followed the arm up to the face of the shipwright who had his glasses down over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.
„Wouldn‘t that raise questions within the crew?“
They had decided to keep the relationship a secret since it had formed some weeks ago - while a long night of watch duty in which the bottled up feelings for each other had finally been released. Their reason had been that they didn’t want to bother the crew in case it was not working out. So, Franky, asking her out in broad daylight was a rather bold move.
“Yeah, it seems like we haven’t been as secretive as we would have liked,” the cyborg shrugs. “To be more clear the whole crew knows about us.There is no reason to hide it anymore.”
“How do you know they know?”
Robin finally took the flower and continued to examine it. It was really beautiful and it made her happy that he had made her her favorite flower.
“Sanji threatened me to kick me to the moon and back, before he lit up in flames and wasn’t able to form coherent words anymore. Chopper carefully asked me if I know about safer sex, Usopp and Nami both had very smug expressions while making comments about how they hope that they will never ever find “someone” of the crew in a compromising situation. Our captain right out asked me when you’ll get pregnant which made Chopper hyperventilating. Brook asked me to describe your panties. I guess the only one who does not know or does not care is Zoro.”
For a few seconds Robin just stared at the man beside her, digesting what he had just described. Then she started to laugh.
“That are our friends.”
Franky smiled, enjoying the view of a laughing Robin.
“So, what do you say? A date?”
“What do you have in mind?” There was a twinkle in her eyes and mischief in her smile. The flower was swirled between her long fingers. What a super woman.
“Depending on what the island has to offer I’d say a walk and dinner at a restaurant. My treat.”
“What if I say no?”
“You won’t.”
Robins eyebrow perked up. Franky had become way more confident around her, since they dated. She would need to step up her game. It was too much fun to rile him up but at the same time she enjoyed the fact that he could figure her out so easily. Lowering her walls was difficult but even a small bit was enough for Franky to just jump over.
“And what makes you so sure about it?” she smelled the flower as if it was a real one. Just a tactic but she liked the smell of glue and dust it reminded her of the library and the workshop.
“Rejecting a date with this super guy? I don’t think so.”
The answer was a chuckle.
“Then I don’t have an opportunity. We have a date at the next island.”
“SUUUUPER!”
My entry for the first week of Frobinmonth2018 hosted by @frobinfandays
I’m here for all the flowers. I just want them to go on many dates and have time for themselves because they deserve that. Anyway, join in on the fun!
