#op lindbergh

[cryingpariah]

Local Tumblr Blog does that thing she said she’d do again, again. 87 injured 44 killed

Birthday Boy Sabo edition

Part 1 ig

[daily-one-piece-stim]

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Lindbergh

🐱 🏭 ⚙️ 🐱 🏭 ⚙️ 🐱 🏭 ⚙️

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey Hello! I'm New To Tumblr, Your Post Was Reccomended To Me By A Friend! I Found Your Event Here And Besides Compliment You, I'd Like To Ask You For Scenario Number 11 With Multipurpose Dialogue Number 4, Character Linbergh, Hope You Don't Trouble!!

Warnings: GN!Reader, hurt/comfort, burns, wounds

Word Count: 1500

     It wasn’t supposed to be like this, things weren’t supposed to end up this way. It almost felt like a dream, a nightmare. This couldn’t really be happening, could it? Your home, your entire city up in flames. But you could feel the heat from the fires, making the night as bright as day. You thought back to earlier in the day, to how this all started. You thought about why this all started. It was because of him, it was because he was here, because you’d allowed him and his friends to hide out on your island. 

     The early morning sun shined down on you as you greeted your neighbors, heading into town as you smiled. He said he was going to visit, that he was close and would be there later today so you wanted to get everything ready. It wasn’t much, really, his favorite foods, a simple yet nice dinner, a warm bed. It was all planned out, you were going to brighten his day, let him relax after all of his hard work. He was trying so hard to make the world a better place, not just for you, but for everyone. That being said, he always said that you were his motivation, his fire, his drive. His sweet words always made you smile as you’d sit on the couch, curled up with him. The city wasn’t particularly big, barely big enough to even be called a city, but perhaps that’s one of the things that was so great about it. It wasn’t too big, big enough for your love and his friends to hide out and lie low for a couple days, but small enough that you could trust most people not to rat him and his friends out. It didn’t take long to grab what you needed, humming a small tune as you headed home. Part of you knew he wouldn’t be here until later, that it might even be well past dinner by the time he arrived, but you still couldn’t help but be excited, couldn’t help but practically vibrate with excitement. It took every ounce of willpower you had not to immediately get started on things. You had to wait, if you started cooking, starting putting his favorite things out, they’d be sitting there for hours. No, you had to wait and it was killing you. The best you could do was busy yourself with tedious chores, making everything look perfect before he got there. He always marveled at how clean and nice your house looked when he came over. What he didn’t know was all the cleaning was done last minute because you couldn’t sit still because you were too excited. By the time you were finished, it was evening, the sun beginning to set. Thinking back on it now, the setting sun had made everything look ablaze, as if the city was burning long before it had gone up in flames. The burning oranges and yellows, the fire reds that reflected off the windows. It used to be your favorite, you could stare out at the setting sun for hours, letting the last rays of light warm your body before falling beyond the horizon. The last bit of warmth before the coldness of night. You’d looked forward to tonight, being able to cuddle up with him and a warm drink, his body warming you and shielding you from the cold of the night. You didn’t know it yet, but tonight would be more than warm enough, tonight would leave you with nightmares of the blazing heat. No one had thought much about the marines that had come to town that day, they never found proof that anyone was harboring the revolutionaries. They were mean, sometimes even cruel, but they’d never caused serious problems. Even today, they’d demanded tribute, taken their money and then left. At least, so it seemed. You’d just started on prepping dinner when you heard the screams, running outside to see half the town already alight, a marine stood on the bow of his ship, laughing and shouting about your punishment for harboring criminals. More and more fires started and spread, until everything was burning. At first you’d run to the edge of town with the others, with those who were still alive and able.

     Now, staring at the town, you felt anger, pain, hatred, sorrow. The marines were burning your town for no other reason than suspicions, you hated it, you hated them. They were evil! At the same time, where was Lindbergh? Where was the love of your life? He’d said he’d be there, he’d said he’d always protect you, always be there for you. How could he not be here? How could he let this happen? Your fists clenched at your side, where was he?! You shrugged off the hands of the people who held you back as you walked back towards the city, towards the fires. You didn’t even know why you did it, it was stupid, irrational, and dangerous. But you did it anyway, you walked into the burning city, feeling the heat against your skin. Almost as soon as you were in the city, you began searching for survivors, people who hadn’t been able to get out. If Lindbergh and the Revolutionary Army wouldn’t help, then you would. Part of you knew it was probably too late to save anyone, that anyone still trapped in the city was likely already dead, but you were going to try anyway. You didn’t know how long you searched, how many people you helped as the flames licked at your flesh, and the smoke attempted to choke you. All you knew was that there were still people alive and you had to help. The sounds of people shouting, of your name being called barely reached you as the shouldered the wooden beam of a house, helping the family escape, even as you felt the burning wood sear your shoulders and back. You didn’t notice as the rest of the wooden building began to creak, collapsing around you almost as soon as the family was clear. Shielding your face, you tried to look for an exit, a way to escape the blaze. You heard your name called once more, spotting a familiar face in what remained of the doorway. He pulled at the scorched wood, looking at you in a panic.

     “Darling, I’m so sorry I’m late, but don’t worry, baby. I’m here now. I’m going to save you!” he called out, ripping away a board only for another to take its place. He ripped his gun out of its holster, shooting the beams away, panic overriding reason as he tried to reach you.

     “Lindbergh, kitten, please leave me. There’s still more people that need you. The people left, they need help.” you said, coughing as you choked on the smoke.

     “No! I’m not leaving you! The others will help the citizens, but I’m going to get you out!” he shouted, eyes widening as more of the house collapsed around you, knocking you to the ground. Your vision blurred before finally going dark, Lindbergh’s voice calling your name being the last thing you heard.

     It was weeks later that Lindbergh walked through the halls of the RA headquarters, a bouquet of flowers in hand, his chest tightening. It had been his fault. He’d been late, if he’d been there on time, he could have saved more people, could have helped people escape the flames, instead, you’d gone into the fires to save others. You’d helped people, you’d done the thing you were always praising him for. And now you’d paid the price. He took a deep breath before opening the door to the infirmary, seeing the nurse helping you sit up. Your body was still wrapped in bandages from where the fire had eaten into your skin. You’d have permanent scars, you’d been badly injured but you were alive. He wiped the tears away before they could fall, walking up to you and smiling, you were alive, that’s all that mattered. 

     “Hey baby, how’re you feeling?” he asked, sitting on the end of your bed, giving you a small smile.

     “Less like a well cooked vegetable than last week.” you joked, giving him a smile.

     “Here, for you.” he said, holding out the flowers, making you smile. 

     “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” you said, taking the bouquet.

     “You deserve them. You were amazing, you are amazing.” he said, taking your other hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

     “No more amazing than you, kitten. Are you doing anything today? The doctors said I could go outside so long as I have someone with me.” you asked hopefully.

     “For you? I always have time.” he said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He’d take care of you while you healed and if you wanted, you’d already earned your place with the RA, he’d never be away from you again, he’d never be late again.

[cryingpariah]

That moment in Dungeon Meshi where Laios and Chilchuck were debating the ethics of eating mermaids and how it's considered taboo because they 'look too human' but it's Lindbergh and Shriek not getting what's so weird about minks eating furred mammal stuff like hamburgers and human blood.

Shriek in particular asks these questions a lot because social norms make zero sense to her.

(Dungeon Meshi asking the real questions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and that’s why it’s peak)

Shriek first assumes it’s a lack of knowledge on their species part. They just don’t understand how delicious these thing can be! Lindbergh shuts that down rather casually, explaining a time he was practically trampled by a rioting mob for presenting that very same hypothesis.

(Shriek grumbles and says they must be scared of innovation. Lindbergh laughs and tells her she has no idea.)

Next suggestion was evolution. Felines and Bats are predator animals, natural born hunters. It stands to reason that they would be more adventurous with their diets but that doesn’t account for the rest of their kind.

(Shriek

As they scrawl idea after idea on the multi blackboards surrounding them, the two only get more hyped up! Certainly they could find the missing link between them and the rest! They don’t even notice the door creaking open or the resolute footsteps walking in.

“Mr Lindbergh? I’ve got those schematic you..asked..for?”

“Perfect timing Fix-It, my busy bee! We're conducting quite the experiment over here and could use an unbiased mind!”

“Yeah! What are your thoughts on eating people?”

A blink and the assistant placed the box of scrolled blueprints down and picked up a snail.

“I think the head honcho has all the opinions on the ethics of cannibalism you could ever want.”

[cryingpariah]

Alright, palate cleanser time.

It’s very hard to get Dragon to laugh. Like really, really hard.

Is it because he’s a humorless old fuck? No. It’s because his flavor of Monkey D. Goofiness is stone-faced sarcasm and commitment to any and all bits (the World Government made a HUGE mistake with a number of smear campaigns due of this).

Now before the assassination attempt that messed his throat up, he already laughed like a whole murder of crows, but after?

Trixie Mattel with a tea kettle.

He didn’t particularly love his new laugh (read: he hated it) so he refrained whenever possible. Though he isn’t perfect so he naturally slips up.

It’s during a little party to celebrate another successful mission, another piece of the delicately placed corrupt bureaucracy dismantled by the people’s hands and another safe return with the worst damage being a couple of nasty scraps. All in all, a rousing success, which in the long-lashed eyes of Iva calls for a party.

Parties, as most may know, contain alcohol, revolutionary parties were no exception to this. Half a shot in and Dragon was feeling it. Then he heard it: Lindbergh making one of his jokes. A sober Dragon wouldn’t have batted an eye at it and just smiled and nodded his way out of it.

But Drunk Dragon? A complete different beast free of his inhibitions.

So he laughs. Loud and disrupting not unlike slamming a hand on an out of tune piano. The room didn’t comically cease all other noise but it was clearly heard based on the looks of delightful shock on his friend's faces.

Before he could properly stop and explain himself, they started laughing too. Really laughing, leaning on tables and each other for shaky support.

A lifetime of dirty looks and bullying tells Dragon they aren’t laughing at him but rather reacting to his own joy and responding with their own. It made feel lighter which in his drunk state was funny which cause even more laughter from him!

It takes a while for anyone to regain breath, flushed faces come up for air but that night remains on Dragon's mind.

[cryingpariah]

Rip Blank you would have loved One Piece time!

Revolutionary Army edition!

Rip Sabo you would have loved those restaurants where they cook right in front of you.

Rip Koala you would have loved Kickin it.

Rip Ivankov you would have loved the I like to watch with Trixie and Katya.

Rip Kuma you would have loved.

Rip Dragon you would have loved that specific run of Disney movies that included Atlantis, Sinbad and Treasure Planet.

Rip Belo Betty you would have loved yelling at men to fuck off and leave random girls in clubs alone that you don’t know.

Rip Morley you would have loved Flyanaboss from TikTok.

Rip Lindbergh you would have loved drawing the cool S onto everything you own.

Rip Karasu you would have loved that video of the plague doctor pimping walk to gangster's paradise.

Rip Inazuma you would have loved that one looney tunes short of Bugs Bunny giving Elmer Fudd a haircut to the tune of an orchestral symphony.

Rip Hack you would have loved those old man sweaters (you know the ones) and also Karate Kid.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Insecurities

So I received a request recently asking for a Lindbergh x reader fic. To the one who requested it, I hope you enjoy it! For anyone else who like him, I hope you enjoy it as well!

Warnings: GN!Reader, age gap (no worse than Marco x Ace), mink-human relationship, insecurities.

Word Count: 1020

     The most stunning human he’d ever laid eyes on and you were just out of his reach. You were a close friend of Sabo’s and one of the more skilled members at espionage. He almost wished he were Sabo, the blond was young, handsome, and human. All great things to be when it came to you. He was a mink, he was too old for you, humans usually went for someone closer to their own age and, from what he understood, someone of their own race. He wished that his rank were all he needed to be with someone like you, he was the commander to the South Army and well respected within the RA’s ranks. He was intelligent and among his own people, he was desirable, but you weren’t a mink like he was. Even if you were, would that be enough to overcome the age difference? He’d heard of worse age gaps, but they were few and far between, they were also typically between two humans, at least, to the best of his knowledge. He yearned to be with you, he’d watched you from afar, but he’d never gone any further, never tried to be anything more than a friend to you. As much as he wanted to be more to you, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you for anything more than your friendship.

     To you, it didn’t matter if he was a mink, a human, he could have been a giant or some sort of amorphous blob for all you cared. He was smart, interesting, funny, kind… and out of your league. A highly ranked member of the RA and some nobody who specialized in espionage? Why would he ever be interested in someone like you when amazing members like Belo Betty or Karasu were around? Members who’d make infinitely better partners than someone so much younger than him. That isn’t to say you didn’t want him, he was the very reason you worked so hard. At first, you’d just wanted to help the RA, so you did your best, but now, he was your driving force. You wanted to be good enough to impress him, be good enough to be considered worthy of him. So you put your everything into every mission, anything to try and prove that you were good enough for someone as amazing as him. 

     Perhaps it was inevitable that your friends would get tired of the tension between the two of you. That they’d want to see the two of you together, want the both of you to be happy. You were their friends, they saw the attraction between the two of you, maybe this was inevitable. Even still, you hadn’t expected to now be sitting with him in a closet as he tried to pick the lock on the door. You weren’t even sure what had happened, to be honest. One moment you were walking down the hallway with Koala, glancing over to see Sabo and Lindbergh headed your way and the next, the two of you were being stuffed in a closet and the door locked behind you as Sabo and Koala wished you both luck. Neither of you had said much since then aside from apologies and a promise to get the two of you out. How could you when you were locked in a closet with the man you had the biggest attraction to? Taking a deep breath, you tapped the cat mink on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from his agitated muttering about Sabo messing with the lock. You had to tell him how you felt. Surely the two were still on the other side of the door listening in, right? They’d let you out if you told him how you felt, right? Granted, you’d kill them for this once he rejected you, but it was the only thing you could think of and it had been 20 minutes since you’d been locked in here. The mink turned towards you, his brow furrowing. He’d been trying to unlock the door for what felt like an eternity, were you finally pissed off that his attempts thus far had failed? In truth, he was annoyed with himself for not being able to unlock it. He knew he could, he was more than capable, but with you standing so close to him, his focus was more on your scent that seemed to surround him, your warm body mere inches behind him, and the cute way you were biting your lips. The words that left those cute, teeth worn lips had him wondering if he was actually in a dream instead of reality, if this was all some sort of hallucination. You liked him? You liked him like he liked you? He took one of your hands in his, placing a kiss on the back of your hands before staring into your eyes. There was fear there, fear that he’d reject you, a fear he understood all too well. But he didn’t, he could never reject you, you were far too astounding for him to hurt you like that. Instead, he allowed himself to admit his own feelings for you, to tell you how much he cared for you. Once he’d told you about his own insecurities, you couldn’t help but laugh and tell him about yours, the two of you now content to just sit there and talk, forgetting about the lock, forgetting about the fact that you were stuck in a closet. The nervous tension gave way to an easy, comfortable silence as the both of you sat there, his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, an ever so slight pur escaping him. There wasn’t any hurry, the others would let you out eventually and until then, you were more comfortable in the privacy of the dark closet. Nobody could object to the age difference here, nobody could object to the strange human-mink relationship, nobody could object to anything in here. You could be together without your usual worries or insecurities in here. You could just be together here.

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's May 21st

Happy birthday to Gotti of the Fire Tank Pirates! He is 33. Happy birthday to Lindbergh of the Revolutionary Army! He is 37.