Yes, yes, Sanji letting Zoro help in the kitchen by letting him chop vegetables because he's good with pointy objects.
BUT. Have you considered?
They live in a world without most electrical appliances. A FUCKTON of physical labor goes into baking (and keep in mind how often Sanji bakes treats for the girls).
Sanji being tired (physically) and not feeling like taking 10 min to whip whipped cream. Being tired (mentally) of Zoro making fun of him for never working out. Sanji saying "fuck it" and just starts putting him to work.
The foccacia dough needs to be kneaded? "Have fun working a sticky mess for 20 minutes, asshole"
Need meringue? "No, STIFF peaks marimo. Don't tell me you're wimping out already"
"Are you even TRYING to flatten that steak Marimo?"
"Yes, it needs whipped cream. YES, I know you just made some yesterday. We need more"
Zoro's shoulders are burning but he's trying SO HARD not to lose face with the cook and meanwhile Sanji is silently losing it at Zoro's shock that cooking can in fact be a workout
okay so i was on the middle of looking for one of WIPs to post and found this and idk its weird... but yall are weird to...
Fic under the cut.
Morning Mess
Will stirred awake to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. He blinked a few times, smiling at the warm lump curled up against his side. Macky—his Macky—had finally fallen asleep after a rough night of tossing and turning. The poor thing had been fighting off some cold for days now, but last night seemed like the worst of it.
Gently, Will brushed a few strands of hair from Macky’s forehead and pressed a light kiss there. “Okay, Macky, wake up,” he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. “Time to get some water in you, yeah?”
Macky groaned, burying their face deeper into the pillow. Their voice came out muffled and weak. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up…”
Will leaned in closer, one hand rubbing slow circles on Macky’s back. “Sorry honey? You mumbled—I can’t hear you.”
Macky tried again, a little louder this time, but still groggy and half-asleep. “I think I’m gonna throw up…”
“Use your words, Macky,” Will chuckled softly, still half-teasing as he reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. “I can’t hear you when you’re talking into the pillow like that. Come on, sit up for me—”
“I think I’m gonna— bleurgh—”
It happened too fast for either of them to react.
A warm, wet splash hit the sheets, followed immediately by the unmistakable sound of retching. Will froze as the mess splattered across his chest and the bed, soaking through his t-shirt in seconds. Macky’s whole body shuddered with the force of it, a pitiful whimper escaping their lips as they finally pushed themselves up on shaky arms.
“Oh… oh no,” Macky whispered, eyes wide with horror and tears already welling up. Their face was pale, lips trembling. “Will, I—I didn’t mean to— I tried to warn you—”
For a split second, Will just stared down at the disaster zone that used to be their bed (and his favorite sleep shirt). Then he let out a long, dramatic sigh… and started laughing. Not mean laughter—soft, fond, the kind that came from deep in his chest because of course this was how their morning was going.
“Baby,” he said, carefully pulling Macky into his arms anyway, mess and all. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Breathe.”
“But I puked on you,” Macky whimpered, mortified, trying weakly to pull away. “I ruined the bed and your shirt and—”
“And I love you more than I hate laundry,” Will cut in, pressing a kiss to the top of their head even as the smell hit him. He rocked them gently, one hand still rubbing their back. “We’ll clean it up. I’ll change the sheets, throw everything in the wash, and get you in the shower. You just focus on not dying on me, alright?”
Macky sniffled, hiding their burning face against Will’s (now very gross) shoulder. “You’re too nice to me. I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve the world, even when you’re projectile vomiting on it,” Will teased, voice warm. He shifted them both toward the edge of the bed, already mentally mapping out the fastest cleanup route. “Now come on, sicky. Let’s get you cleaned up before round two hits.”
As Will helped a wobbly Macky to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but smile. Gross mornings and all… there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
In Tdp who do you think you resonate with the most, like who you understand the most because any experiences you have are the same as such character
This was a really tough question and I apologise for letting it rot in my inbox for a month.
Honestly?
Ezran. Majorly for being different in ways that people don't really like, and having to prove that you can do something because of those people. I've had to deal with the "stop being childish, grow up" and the "you'll understand later" as well.
I was stupidly smart as a child, and by year six my writing level on my report was halfway through year eight. I'm a diagnosed AuDHD woman, and writing and grammar have always been things I've excelled at. So I understand having a skill that others would need proof of to believe it's actually there and you're not just "being a kid" and making it up for fun or attention.
I understand what it’s like to be mature at such a young age. I was creating a war-torn, miscellaneous fantasy universe just as Ezran was adapting to his new King position. We were both nine years old.
Safe to say I resonate hard with Ezran. The Too Mature Children Club TM over here!
im gen curious how u enjoy writting about INCEST… like out of everything?? 😭😭 and im so serious when i say im gen curious like i just dont understand 🧌
that's okay! there's another ask asking the same question too :^) this is just my reasoning,,, and i'm not answering on behalf of others^^
cw ; incest experience!! be cautious!!
as for me, i write incest as a coping mechanism for my traumatic experience! it happened to me like ten years ago and i found out that writing the topic (and also knowing others write for it too!) makes me feel like i'm not lonely? like, i use writing to make me feel not-disgusted by myself? if that makes sense?
i realised that there's no way of undoing the trauma and rather than trying to heal out of it (it's working for me dw!), i'm just trying to cope with it ^^ and obviously i don't support or condone incest or anything of that matter AT ALL. i don't romanticise it or anything and the action is disgusting and wrong!! (i will still write it haha).
ps : how people perceive me is my #1 concern so i hope no one's perspectives/views on me change after this! i'm okay now and it doesn't bother me anymore! and i'm saying this while living under the same roof as that person so i'm rlly okay!!!!!! i hope this answers anon's question^^
