UTI Warrior

Updates Wednesday @ 5pm PDT. Any pronouns, 20. Banner by @sillymxowmeow on Twit. One piece manga: 1182

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Masterlist(est)

Requests: Closed!

I tag all my posts with manga spoilers as "one piece manga spoilers" and block people who post untagged manga spoilers. Any anime spoilers will be tagged with the arc. ex: "whole cake spoilers"

Prompts/Rules

Shanks (yes he gets his own)

Strawhats

Cross Guild

Marines

AS(L)

ETC

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i did it. i got 10 requests

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REQUESTS CLOSED!

1. Shanks x "shy" (perverted) male/fem reader

2. Rayleigh x top male reader (they get freaky)

3. Luffy x fem reader first time (both)

4. Jealous Zoro x Fem reader (Because Ace)

5. Shanks x Wife reader (sex pollen)

What I do/What I dont do/Prompts/Rules

im falling back asleep so i wo t hpdate this all the way if i dont get it jn time. ill update when i wake up in order of when i got themm.

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shucks idk if the batch closed right when i sent the mind reading request (╥﹏╥) sorry if it did, i thought the 5th one wasn’t taken yet!

Not lying the zoro and law one was posted like slightly before yours. Also i just added it anyway. The only difference is the storyline and that im gonna add two versions for male and female similar to what I did for "Surprise!"

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Hi! If you’re taking requests, maybe law x reader x zoro angst to smut sort of if you’re comfortable? I was thinking maybe a love triangle with lots of tension and yearning between the characters. And no pressure to write if this is too vague or generic! Thank you so much for everything that you do and write, u make me laugh always :3,<3

Can you say if you want fem or male or gn? I do all so theres no default./nm

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Wow i havemt gotten a single request yet, thats kind of embarrassing. Last time i made a post about requests i got like 3 immediately what happened? Did i make myself too unnaproachable by making it look fancy- i thought it was cool. Actually maybe its because ive just been writing shanks for so long, kind of countintutive since i opened requests specifically for motivation to write other characters ;; Ill just post this in the x reader thing too, guys im friendly. feed me

though actually i guess its only been 3 hours

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REQUESTS CLOSED

1. Fujitora x Male reader smut (based on this)

2. Shanks x Fem reader Dacryphilia (he cries)

3. Marco x loving bottom Male Reader (fluffy smut)

4. Closed

5. Law x reader x zoro love triangle angst -> smut fem reader

6. Characters read the mind of a perverted best friend reader. Fem and Male reader seperate. (this was sent too late but I actually had this in mind anyway as a wip so i just added it)

Rules/what i do/what i wont do/prompts

Second batch of requests will be open at 5:30am PDT

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Care, Love, Denial

Shanks x GN Reader. 3008 words. Part 1

Desc: A disease born from a most painful love.

CW: Hanahaki disease, angst, future happy ending.

TW: Gore.

The crew celebrates another enemy pirate ship plundered by partying at the island bar, a common occurrence. Beckman is surrounded by women, which you expected. He’s popular. Another thing you expected is the people surrounding your redheaded captain, Shanks. This is also a common occurrence despite the both of them handling this popularity differently. For Beckman, he’s a lady lover, popularity really used to its full advantage; while Shanks is more mellow. If he’s pent up he’ll go back with someone, if he isn’t then he doesn't; unlike the first mate who goes home with a girl almost every stop. It saves your heart, it saves your mind, but when it does happen it’s only that much more painful. As if for each time he doesn’t go home with someone he’ll suddenly change and say he’s in love with you instead. That has never happened. He goes home with someone and that hope is squashed, again and again.

“Did you really do that?” Someone asks your captain, leaning on him. You notice he hasn’t created distance like he does when not interested knowing the other is.

“Ah c’mon it’s not that impressive. You’re acting like I split the seas!”

‘You’re splitting my heart in half.’ Bitterness and pain seeing the person you’re in love with so close to another. A tickle, a weird feeling, from your heart to your lungs and up your throat until you cough.

Something feels stuck.

You cough more and more until you look up to see your captain looking directly at you.

“You okay there, (Y/n)?” The way he worries, how could you ever blame him for not loving you?

“I inhaled saliva, woops.”

“It’s not supposed to go down that pipe, don’t know if you knew that.” He teases you before going back to the person at his side. A thought crosses your mind that you should’ve exaggerated so he’d worry about you more, ignoring that flirty piece at his side for you.

Your throat tickles again but before you can cough the redhead stands up with his selected person, winking at you on the way out. You smile back at him. It hurts.

A while after he leaves you yawn, something is making you more tired than usual; perhaps what happened affected you more than usual.

“I’m gonna head back to the ship.” A few crewmates boo at you. “What? I worked hard when we fought, I can’t sleep a little?” They boo more but you stand up anyway,

Boooooo

it fades as you walk back to the ship. What’s wrong with you? You’ve been feeling this tickle in your lungs and throat every so often but this is the first time you’ve actually coughed that hard. Something feels too off, blocked.

Once you’re back in the ship you go to Hongo's office for some cough drops like you have before everytime you get annoyed by the coughing but the moment you open them a throb of pain aches in your lungs.

You need to cough, now.

Your body leans over as you clutch your chest, your throat spasms as you cough. Coughing, coughing, coughing so much it hurts. Your lungs feel like they’re gonna collapse with each one but you can’t stop it. It hurts, it hurts, you can’t breathe properly. Finally, something comes out.

…A petal?

That’s all it was? Why would this be so hard to get out? It felt like there was way more to-

COUGH

You hack up bunches of the petals into your hand as they make way up your throat, something opening it up and forcing a poison into you that keeps your throat open and vulnerable. Even when it finally stops, your esophagus is still wide open. You can’t close it properly.

Like a pathway, a tunnel.

You rub your chest, trying more to close it but unable to. The fuck is wrong with you? At this point the cough drops aren’t going to do anything. Actually you’re likely past that point the moment the petal came out. An object is stuck inside your lungs. You can’t even breathe properly.

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“It’s Hanahaki disease.” Hongo states after checking your throat despite being hungover from yesterday. Not that it matters anymore, everything feels small to him now that he’s figured out what’s happening to his crewmate.

“What?” A stressed doctor is about the worst sign you can get after a check-up.

“A fatal disease that infects when you have an unrequited love. The only way to get rid of it is for the love to be requited or have surgery to remove the flower itself. The side effect of forceful removal..” The doctor is hesitating to tell you. “The side effect is you lose all memory of the person you had unrequited love for.” Horrible news fitting that sign.

“...What?” There’s no way. “What do you mean by ‘lose all memory’. What if I have tons of memories of that person, it can’t just all disappear!” Hongo shakes his head grimly. “Hongo! That’s impossible! Tell me it’s impossible, right!?”

“If there's too many memories with the person you love then the ones remaining will be altered to remove them.” Shanks is your captain, your love, that can’t be. “Even if the altering is so severe that you turn into a different person with a completely different past. I don’t want to tell you this but-”

“That’s what’d happen.”

“That’s what I was afraid of. If worst comes to worst you could even forget you’re a pirate and make up a backstory you’ve lived an entirely different life.” Hongo cleans his medical tools away despite shaky hands. “It’s the only way you’d live unless your love is requited, the disease is too rare for it to be studied properly and can happen anywhere in the world so it can’t be tracked either. I only know of it because of my curiosity. The most I can do is monitor while giving medicine that can slow the progress down.” Once his tools are put away he sits back down, putting his hands on his lap. “You’re an adult. I can’t make this choice for you.”

“It can’t happen. The love won’t be requited. I’ve seen them ignore it over and over.” The doctor clenches his jaw.

“Then try again, seduce them, court them, anything. You’ll die otherwise if you’re going to refuse the surgery.” You lean back on the bed against the wall.

“It won’t work.” If you try it’ll be obvious who you’re in love with, you can’t put that kind of pressure on someone you vowed your loyalty to; especially when he’s sacrificial enough to give himself away to save you. You can’t do that to him. Even if only the others find out then you’d be putting the pressure on them if they should tell the captain, to give up on his happiness and sanity for a forced relationship, or your life. There’s no telling if a forced one would work in the first place. Hongo looks like he wants to argue but decides against it.

“I’m going to make your medicine today, come back for it early tomorrow to take before you eat.” You nod and leave. Everything feels fuzzy, distant, like you’re not in your body even when you move. A pilot controlling a body instead of the body itself. Disassociated from reality.

Is.. this it?

You always felt like you were dying every time you saw your love leave with someone, every time you realized that he isn’t going to return your feelings, but now you’re actually dying. Not by a strong enemy or the grand line weather or even possibly old age, but killed by your own unrequited feelings; and the only way to stop it would just be to kill yourself in another way. Is the you without memories even you? Is it selfish to not want to have the surgery even if it would give Shanks a bit more peace that you’re alive, just because you don’t want to lose him. Not yourself, not memories of your crew, not the timeline of your past that would be altered, but him. You don’t want to lose him.

Cough

You are now on limited time to come to terms with your mortality. The seeds of longing planted in the pockets of your lungs and the way they grow from buds to roots that will sap your life away til you breathe your last won’t wait for you. Not anymore.

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The more you see Shanks the worse you feel, a mix of guilt and despair that you’ll die simply because he’ll never love you. It hurts you to not see him, you want to be near him more now that you’re to die, but it’s only fertilizer for what’s inside you; they’ve started being noticeably bloody and you’re getting pale.

“(Y/n)!” The love blooming inside of you at his voice has you holding in a cough to swallow a petal. You turn and see the cause. “You haven’t looked too good lately, you feeling alright?” He knows that you’re avoiding him, you can tell, he’s choosing not to mention it.

“I’ve just been feeling bad, I don’t want to worry you.” A more censored version of the truth since you don’t want him to think you hate him before you die.

“You don’t have to worry about my mental state when you’re sick, you’re my friend along with being on this crew.” He grins.

Stab

A root pierces through the sponge of your alveoli.

“Thank you.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly but visibly looks better now that he knows you aren’t mad at him. For a moment he’s about to say something before he coughs. You pat his back quickly but he waves you off.

“Saliva went down the wrong pipe.” He says, shuffling with something in his pocket. A handkerchief, he coughs into it then puts it away quickly.

“Should I get you water?”

“I already got it out. Besides, I’m talking with you right now. If I’m not a doctor like Hongo I might as well cheer you up, right?” He smiles happily.

The two of you talk before you excuse yourself. Once you’re gone the smile on Shanks’s face fades, he reaches for the handkerchief. Inside it is a blotch of blood covered petals.

“Dammit.”

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Shanks fans his face after having taken cold medicine from Hongo. He lied and avoided a proper check up, giving fake symptoms so that the doctor wouldn’t be suspicious of his coughing and weakness. It hurts, but he can handle this. It’s not like he can afford to die now, of course he’s gonna survive. Maybe a year or two, sounds good. Covering his lungs in armament haki when he feels it start to grow is draining him when the flower already is, but it’s slowing down the progress.

“You caught a cold?” You ask the captain, worried.

‘He’s sick too, perfect excuse.’ “Yeah, guess I caught what you got. We’ll both be sick for a while.” He’s really got to figure out how to look normal for 2 years. You make a face at him, he doesn’t know that your illness is Hanahaki.. but neither do you know his is as well. You end up chalking it up to a random illness he’s gotten at an island but you’ll need to check in on Hongo to convince him to give a proper check. The doctor has been overwhelmed with your condition but you don’t want that to stop help to the redhead.

“Maybe. Just take the medicine, I’m taking some from Hongo too. It can be specialized if he checks on you more.” Your captain almost flinches but brushes it off again.

“A cold is a cold, I’m not weak enough to need some specialized medicine.”

“I am?”

“Not.. what I meant.” You backed him into a corner. You really want him to be healthy. Dying with the worry of him being sick would be horrible. “If I get bad enough I’ll go to him. Promise.” The redhead has a feeling he won’t be able to hide it for the rest of his life, but he could pass it off as a chronic illness so that he isn’t known as the man who died from heartbreak; and from being in love with one of his subordinates, no less. You’ll all be painted as the crew that had to lose their captain because of that, because of you. What if they blame you? He doesn’t want that. He’d rather you cry a little, mourn with the crew, then party and move on by falling in love with someone else that isn’t your aging broken captain.

Shanks pulls out his handkerchief and coughs into it again, putting it back quick enough for you to not see the blood or petals.

“I worry about you.” You say softly and his heart stings.

“I know.”

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You’re getting worse. You don’t have the level of skill and strength as your captain to protect yourself as he is, nor the same exact obligation as the captain does for motivation; there’s mostly acceptance you’ll be on this crew, watch him, and die. It’ll hurt him to watch you die and you know that he’d rather you live and forget him but you can’t. You’re selfish. You want to keep him in your mind even if it causes his own detriment. The only thing worrying you at the moment is his sickness. Shanks has gotten sick before, bacteria and viruses don’t typically care about your conqueror or armament haki, but he’s still got an overall healthy body; despite all of the drinking. Him walking around instead of causing a big fuss about it is a huge red flag as well, most of the time he says everything is okay with him is when things are either absolutely insignificant or the most not okay he could ever be depending on how much he acts fine.

A kinda bad papercut?

“I’m dyinnggg I’m gonna die. We’ll need to amputate my only remaining arm. Maybe even a leg.”

Stabbed in the chest?

“Don’t overreact so much~ This’ll barely be noticeable when it heals. Hardly even needed the surgery.”

You’re trying to figure out which one it is right now. It’s harder to tell considering it also depends on how emotional people around him get about it as well.. at this point you’d have better luck pretending it doesn’t matter at all to you to get him to show any signs.

Yeah, you’ll use that tactic.

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You hang out with Shanks, he coughs a few times into his handkerchief; it’s worrying you but you have to hold it in.

“I’ve been coughing too, kind of annoying when you’re trying to talk.” He looks at you for a moment as if to analyze if you’re stressed, then huffs.

“Oh absolutely.” You’re in. “Getting a cough while talking freezes my train of thought.” Good, he’s actually complaining. “It’s been taking everything in my body to not stutter, the men would mimic me to the bottom of the sea.”

“I personally don’t stutter even if I cough.”

“Caught your voice cracking once.” He chuckles, then leans back casually. “I’ve just got it way worse than youuu~”

“You’re such a baby.”

“No making fun of the Captain.” He jokingly orders before coughing again. Okay, here’s your big gamble.

“I don’t really worry about it, even some blood is fairly normal if you’re coughing a lot.” There’s a pause, then he looks at you in a way like he’s actually a little hurt.

“Have you been coughing up blood?” Still worrying over you first.

“Kinda, are you?”

Badump

Badump

Badump

“A.. bit.” He mumbles. You got him to give something away! Not that you’re happy that you were right. “Do you really not think it’s a big deal?”

‘Uh oh, now I made him insecure.’ “Well–uh, it’s not like I like you coughing up blood, nor do I like coughing up blood. At least we’re suffering together, right?” You scoot closer to him. He still seems troubled but smiles a bit. You suddenly get a huge urge to cough and hack into your own cloth, checking it quickly for petals before putting it away to hide the red.

“Was that the blood?” Urgh. You pull out the cloth and show it to him, it’s more blood than you expected. He grabs onto the cloth with wide eyes. “This—isn’t a normal amount of blood.”

“I’ve got plenty of it already.” You shrug and he looks almost angry at you.

“No this isn’t-“

“You’re coughing up blood too.” That makes him stop, speaking quieter after a moment.

“It isn’t as bad as this.” It’s going to hurt you to say this.

“Even if it was, I wouldn't worry about it.” You clench your fist afterwards. Shanks stares at you, then looks away.

“Yeah. I’m.. just go see Hongo-“ He stands and suddenly doubles over, hacking more violently than you ever have.

“Shanks!” You stand up and hold him, trying to do anything, starting by patting his back. It sounds like he’s choking on something. “Shanks hold on I-I’m gonna get someone!” He grabs onto you, his face slightly pale and fearful, but it was a mistake; he only has one hand and it’s no longer able to cover his mouth.

HACK

He coughs up blood. In the middle of the splotch is a small singular flower. You stare at it.

“..shanks? what.. what is that?” He coughs a little more before standing up straight.

“I was drinking tea, must’ve-“

“Hanahaki.” You state and he stops. “You have Hanahaki disease.” The coughing, the mention of blood, the way he was so adamant on not being seen for absolutely anything, the hiding of his hand. He wasn’t just hiding blood he was hiding petals; and coughed up a whole flower. His is more progressed than yours.

The love of your life is dying.

Phew! Anyway first batch of requests opens in like 30 min. Im writing this at the 12 though so its longer for me.. also i have a bunch to do today. Lets hope i dont forget or something else.

this is gunna be a two parter

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when i go out hiking or something i always feel like its a shame theres no animals licking my sweat off. It feels like a waste. I dont want this gross ass sweat on me and they want some salt. Wish i could like, summon a goat or something. Play a whistle and it runs to me for salt.

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Im gonna open requests this wednesday, maybe arounnddd.. 10 of them? They won't be posted immediately obviously, i have a two parter and the requests I have left so that should be enough time to get all of them done. I have a few that were sent when requests are closed which is sad since I can't take them to fit the rules (esp when i actually liked one of them) so wait until then pleeeasse. Anyway itll be the 10 that show up in my inbox. I'm gonna post at 5 like usual and then at around 5:30 I'll post that they're open, putting 10 slots. Ofc I have a preference towards Shanks, but I really need to start writing other characters again.. i just dont have the incentive since every prompt i come up with turns out to be him (oops!). So don't feel obligated to pick a Shanks one, though I'll still write for him if you request. Im not caught up on manga or anything (i think I have like 3-4 to read) but if you want a request and youre anime only just tell me if youre caught up or at a certain part so I don't accidentally spoil you.

Edit: Okay, i forgot about timezones so instead of doing 10 all at 5:30pm im gonna do 5 at 5:30 pm and the other 5 at 5:30AM. I usually wake up at that time anyway, though i usually go back to sleep after, so I could open them quick and then go back to sleep and then get it situated once im awake again.

Capishe?

Capishe

You spelled it wrong

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Reread for the people that read this befpre the edit

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Im gonna open requests this wednesday, maybe arounnddd.. 10 of them? They won't be posted immediately obviously, i have a two parter and the requests I have left so that should be enough time to get all of them done. I have a few that were sent when requests are closed which is sad since I can't take them to fit the rules (esp when i actually liked one of them) so wait until then pleeeasse. Anyway itll be the 10 that show up in my inbox. I'm gonna post at 5 like usual and then at around 5:30 I'll post that they're open, putting 10 slots. Ofc I have a preference towards Shanks, but I really need to start writing other characters again.. i just dont have the incentive since every prompt i come up with turns out to be him (oops!). So don't feel obligated to pick a Shanks one, though I'll still write for him if you request. Im not caught up on manga or anything (i think I have like 3-4 to read) but if you want a request and youre anime only just tell me if youre caught up or at a certain part so I don't accidentally spoil you.

Edit: Okay, i forgot about timezones so instead of doing 10 all at 5:30pm im gonna do 5 at 5:30 pm and the other 5 at 5:30AM. I usually wake up at that time anyway, though i usually go back to sleep after, so I could open them quick and then go back to sleep and then get it situated once im awake again.

Capishe?

Capishe

You spelled it wrong

Voting ended onJun 16

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Uurrrgghh i updated some of the stuff on my masterlists, like the guide part. It was harder than I thought. On ao3 i had to do it for each individual fic because i know for a fact people dont read the description of authors. *dies*

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nit taking my meds for a few weeks really takin a toll on me rn. Took them again today and im just laying in bed hoping they somehow work immediatepy even though thats not how they work.

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Compatibility Test

Nami, Robin, Uta x GN Reader.

Desc: You and your girlfriend take a compatability test

CW: Fluff

Nami

You and Nami walk around, noticing a big sign that says "COMPATIBILITY TEST!” for 1000 berries. You stare at it, intrigued.

“Do you actually want to take that?” She asks and you nod. “They’re a total scam.” You continue to stare at her despite the fact, eyes shiny; and she caves. “Alright, let’s go.”

You two go over and she manages to haggle the price down to 600, impressive. Once the money is given, the test is done.

Low

“Hmmmm, it seems your compatability… It’s low.”

“Wh-” You’re interrupted by Nami slamming her hands on the table.

“WHAT!” She’s already furious. “What do you mean ‘low compatibility’!? We’re perfect for each other!” She continues to cuss until finally calming down and grabbing your hand. “We don’t have to deal with this.” The ginger storms off with you and you start to feel guilty over it.

“Sorry, I made you waste the money.” Once you’re far enough away she’s almost fully calm.

“Waste?” She opens her hand to 1500 berries, taken while the tester was distracted by the yelling. Nami winks at your expression. “This is better off used on us. Let’s go!”

You both end up on a shopping spree to make up for the low result, and you hold her at night and say how perfect she is for you the moment you catch the sign of her faltering.

High

“I can’t believe this, you two are practically made for each other!” The tester yells in shock. Nami gets a big smile on her face.

“See, what were you worried about?” She gives you a peck on the lips.

‘When did I say I was worried..?’ You were more curious than anything, but go along with it. “I was just worried I was going to end up low with you..” She stares. “.. because you’re so beautiful..” Stareee. “.. and smart and the love of my life.” A satisfied smile forms on her face.

“Don’t worry about that anymore.” She hugs you happily. “You’re amazing too. Cmon, let's go.” She holds your hand. Once you’re far from the fortune teller she opens the other hand to 600 berries, the amount she had paid.

“You stole it back?”

“They didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know.” She states with her tongue out playfully.

Robin

You and Robin walk around the night market, she stops and you stop with her. She’s staring at something. Your eyes trail to where she’s looking and see a tent with a big sign labeled “COMPATABILITY TEST”.

“You wanna go in?” You ask and she hums in agreement. “I’m actually pretty curious too.”

“I wonder if it’s real or random, either way is interesting right?” You chat while heading inside.

Low

“Ahh..” The tester’s voice goes solemn and you start to get anxious. “You look nice together but your compatibility is actually-“ They suddenly feel something blooming on their leg and their stomach gets punched. “OUGH! What..?” They look down and what punched them is gone, replaced with a single eye. They look up and see the same eye on Robin, a sinister but elegant smile on her face. Their face goes pale. “I-It’s.. good! It’s good!” You’re confused.

“You talked like you were going to say something negative, though?”

“I just remembered something sad, that’s all.” You two leave the tent and you look pleased, turning to Robin with a smile. She speaks.

“It’s good that our compatibility is high.” You nod.

“Mhm, and I’m glad I have a girlfriend who cares enough about me to scare someone.” Her eyes widen but turn into a smile as she giggles.

“Yes, you do.”

High

“I can’t believe this! Your compatibility is the highest I’ve ever seen!” The tester is shocked and you feel prideful.

“Of course it is.” You and your girlfriend say at the same time, then look at each other happily. You leave the tent in a good mood.

“It’s quite obvious we get along, they must’ve based it simply on that.” Robin explains.

“Maybe, but I think even if our compatibility was low that I wouldn’t care. You’re the one for me.” Her cheeks tint and she nods.

“Yes! Fate is hardly enough to stop me~” You give her a small peck on the cheek and she laughs.

Uta

You and your girlfriend take a break from her fans by walking around outside the concert venue, a cloak to disguise herself.

“People put tons of stuff here.” She’s in awe.

“You’re popular, it’s a good opportunity.” While you walk she tugs on her arm.

“Look! They even have one of those fortune teller things!” You look to see a tent with a sign saying “COMPATABILITY TEST.” “Let’s go check it out!” She adjusts her cloak and pulls you inside.

Low

“Hmm..” The tester stares at you two, their face turning grim. “You two have an extremely low compatibility.” You can see the silhouette of her hair drooping down.

“What? Are you sure?” She asks and the tester nods.

“I’m sorry.” She clenches her fists. Then walks outside with you.

“You know it’s not real, right?” Your girlfriend can be emotional at times, you don’t want this to bum her out.

“I know.. but it doesn’t feel good to hear. What made them think we have a low compatibility? Is my cloak too solemn? I just didn’t want to stand out..” She’s really bummed anyway. You pull her into an alleyway and hug her tightly.

“Even if it was real, or they thought it was real, we’re still together and we’re going to stay together.” She’s stunned for a moment but hugs you back.

“Mkay!” You cheered her up.

The next time you two go out, she adds a cute little pin to her cloak.

High

The tester's eyes go wide. “I-I can’t believe it! You two have an extremely high compatibility! The highest I’ve seen!” Uta’s eyes go wide and she grins in pride before turning to you.

“Look! Even they know it!” She’s basically shining out of her disguise, not that you mind when she’s so cheery.

“Yup!” You agree with her and she hums happily while walking out with you, having to do everything she can to avoid full-on singing in the crowded market.

Once she’s back at the concert, she adds an extra happy song as an encore.

Can you tell i still dont know how to format multi-character stuff? I kept fiddling with this but i decided that writing is for reading anyway. I guess this means I have to make a new Uta section now..

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Help Mii!

Desc: A Mii's new hope.

CW: Angst, fluff

TW: Gore

Inspo

Run run run run run.

Thwack!

“AHHH!”

The sound of a soccer ball slamming into a body comes from beside mii, the mass collapsing to the ground. I can’t look, I just have to keep running despite the crunching behind mii, despite the fatigue.

I’ve been running for so long, what am I supposed to do? It wasn’t supposed to be like this, they weren’t supposed to be like this. Me and my group skid to a stop. In front of us is them.

Cartoony, pretty eyes.

Silky hair with texture.

Perfect skin with just a bit of realism.

Realism.

More like what we’ve tried to be all this time.

“Hahaha!” It laughs, it knows we’re trapped. The one chasing us stops. A soccer ball behind us, the foam sword at our front.

They were supposed to be objects! Even then we had trouble with them! But they’ve been taking our spot. Even without the ability to speak, they proved they don’t need to. A Mii beside me tries to run, the foam sword jumps forward and slashes horizontal and-

CRACK

-the mii falls to the ground. Coughing once, twice, before going still.

Fast.

Too fast.

Too skilled.

We didn’t have enough warriors to fight them off and even then we couldn’t compete. What’s more..

A mii is beside them too.

“Traitor!” I yell at them, but they simply huff with a roll of their eyes. They’ve been given power in exchange for working with them. Another mii cries out and runs towards them. “No!”

“I’ll work with you!” Surrender. The thing smiles and kicks up her soccer ball, then aims it at the Miis’s neck. They fall to the ground. The one with the sword walks over and digs their hand into the mii’s throat, ripping out the vocal chords and replacing them with an implanted type I’ve seen before. One that gives power in exchange for losing their ability to speak. Another mii beside me wipes their face of tears.

“You told mii you would stay with mii till the end.” They must have been together. Our leader, the only one who’s been able to keep their full shape, yells out.

“Scatter!” With that word our group of miis run in different directions, being killed one by one hopelessly by the powerful shapeshifters. The foam sword, the soccer ball, the traitor’s boxing gloves. One by one. I run through trees, tripping and falling. I’m losing energy to be able to control my limbs properly. I can’t.

I fall to the ground, hurt. Am I the only one who survived? Out of our group of 30? Thirty! Thirty forced to run by one, trapped by two, and slaughtered by three.

Step.

Step.

Step.

“Hehehe!”

It found me. I lift my head up and a pink haired girl with a bob smiles at me. So pretty. How could we have competed? No one needs to hear our opinions anymore, to hear our voice, to see what we like. They are the perfect beings.

She kicks up her soccer ball, doing tricks with it before kicking. Tears run down my face. It’s hopeless. I brace for impact.

“Default form? There’s only two options but I can change them anyway, right?”

Energy flows into my body and I see the shifter’s eyes go wide before everything turns to white. When I can focus my vision I’m in a room. Polka dots. Orange. I look around and then at myself.

‘I have a form! Wait, I can't speak.’ I try to look through my memory. This is.. rumored right? Is this the rumored savior?

“Their face shape is more like this..”

I get a request in my mind and change the shape of my head quickly. My energy is here again, though I still feel a little sluggish.

“Skin is like this… eyes.. Wow, there's so many options now! The first game was so limited.”

My hair is pretty.. is this person.. helping me grow?

“Eyes.. eyes.. I can't move them any more than this.”

Sorry, I’ll get dizzy if it’s any more. What if they’re mad?

“Well, that’s fine.”

Phew.

I slowly start to change, one by one by the request of my savior. Nice and pretty. Are they changing me to be like someone?

“Name.. and voice. You look just like them! And your voice is so similar too. I kind of like the way it sounds.”

They’re so nice.. They put a little facepaint on me too. I feel very pretty. I can talk again. This is my name.. my voice.. I suppose introduction is the most basic thing, I’m glad they like how I sound even if it isn’t so realistic like their yells. I start to feel strange. My speed, my honesty, is this my life? Am I… getting to be someone? More than a base, more than a figure. I can feel more than fear and survival instincts.

It’s bright again and I’m in a new room, it’s actually pretty nice. Oh right! My introductions. I’ve carried around this card in my body too, I should give it to them so they can keep track of Mii! Realistic hands come out and take it. Wow.. so cool looking… though they’re gone before I can admire them.

“Thank you little buddy.”

hehehe

“This is the name of our island.. and call me this.”

I’ll call you whatever you want, and this is a whole island? I don’t really know what the words mean yet but whatever you pick is cool. But.. I’m still hungry.. I have more energy now but I haven’t gotten to eat in so long. Will they give me something?

“...I’m hungry.”

Do I get food? I do, right? I feel like I was told before that the savior gives food. A moment passes and I start to get anxious before a box appears in front of me. It’s placed in my hands and a memory pops into my head. Nachos. Nachos! Food!

I eat them in a few bites, I shouldn’t take too long and it’s strangely easy to eat the things they give to me. Am I supposed to eat the box? Well it doesn’t hurt.

…

So good!!!!

“Wow you really like that. You’re still a little hungry so have a cookie too.”

I eat it quickly and sigh in relief. I’m so full… Something clicks like the savior is gone and I’m in a new room wearing a suit with a script in front of me that I read outloud. This is so fun! This… This…

If they were here they would’ve enjoyed themselves too. I feel a click in my mind and I speak.

“It would be nice to have a friend!” I say quickly and there's another click. Gone.

…

Click again. Woah! I’m in the air! Okay, I trust you.

There’s someone new! Can I talk to them? I can! I.. don’t know what to talk about. I’m still so blank… Oh, okay, I’ll talk about this.

“Hey!” They turn around and we start to talk about the topic our savior gave us. This is fun! We talk about how fun we’re having, still keeping mostly to the topic. This.. This is so nice. I could cry.

Savior.

Savior.

Thank you.

“Cutie.”

They pet my head. I’m happy. I get to be someone. I want you to teach mii how to be someone. I want to be someone with you and friends. Can you help Mii?

“You’re in my care now.”

New buildings, new friends, new things that you teach Mii how to do. I’m learning more about my likes and dislikes. Sometimes you seem a little frustrated like I’m not quite like the person you want mii to be, but I’m trying my best. You still give mii food. Me and my friends like to talk about you, we like to sing you songs. We fall in love and we fight and you help us in our journey of figuring out how to be ourselves, even if it feels like some things we aren’t ever going to figure out.. We’ve gotten better. There are places to play and it’s not creepy at all that sometimes I feel like you’re watching mii.

Sometimes we forget how to move our limbs and fall, or freeze up, you help us remember how to move or bring us people to remind us. I like walking with my friends, like right now-

Rustle

We look behind us. Oh, it’s just a plate of food. Weird, maybe you dropped it. We turn to move again.

Rustle

We turn around anxiously.

It’s getting closer.

No no. They couldn’t have followed us here. This is a remote island. They couldn’t. They couldn’t have. I’m just being paranoid. They wouldn’t even be able to make it inside in their realistic forms. They would have to go back to being… objects…

Mii and my friend turn to look in front of us. A huge plate of food is in front of us. My heart stops. It’s them. I can feel it instinctively. They’re here. They snuck in. NO!

I turn and run as fast as I can. I need to make it back home. They can’t follow mii there! I can lock the door! I don’t hear any crunching but I’m not taking chances.

I run inside my house and into my room, locking the door behind mii and heaving. They can’t make it in here. They can’t. But.. I thought that about the island.

I look outside my window where the shifter would be.

It’s.. gone?

Did it run away?

No, they don’t have the instinct to run away.

I spot something in the corner of my vision. It’s… in the air. I peek as close as I can and it’s dragged into the fountain, disappearing so fast that I barely caught it. The fountain.. the island.

It protected us.

Nothing can kill us here.

I drop to the floor and catch my breath more. This must be the first time this has happened, it’ll be even quicker now. I’m safe.

Phew.

I get up….

I..

I can’t get up.

I flop onto my belly. I forgot how to get up!

Savior! Help Mii!

Couldnt fit it but the comment in the inspo post by void-inked-pen is inspo too. As soon as i saw the inspo i got to writing immediately but i didnt know if i should post it. But I will. A smaller one piece thing will be posted tomorrow since this isnt 2k words at least. Truth is i was planning on posting a one piece thing but.. i wasn't happy with it. Idk if its cuz i havent taken my meds but i couldnt fiddle with it enough to feel good posting it so Ill just start my meds again and then try for next week.

if you read this before i realized i forgot to put all the italics and bold, no you didn't.

ty @minart-was-taken @a-weird-moth-swarm @void-inked-pen

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something that i realized looking back on uta's story is how her story is kinda real in a way. Simplifying all of the supernatural elements of one piece:

She grew up in a family where she couldnt fulfill her dream but was happy, she went to a place full on that dream with them, that place had something dangerous that they hid away instead of getting rid of that made her do horrible things as a little kid, her father/family took the blame and left her thinking she was abandoned, she found a way to connect to people and fulfill her fame. She got super famous very young, growing into that fame, and eventually came up with a way to make people happy at her expense even at the price of her own health, then in her attempt to fulfill their dream she turned to drugs to continue being the perfect idol. In the end the drugs made her crazy and she died of the side effects after causing harm again.

In the modern world its like a lonely girl with an internet addiction. She was isolated, and even with the option to leave her bubble (she could leave the island) would stay to be an idol to these people instead of her own person. This analysis is all over the place but damn. Just got me thinking. The fact that she was idolised and put her life and mental state on hold, even put her relationship with her family on hold to keep it up (shed already known by then about the truth). Its just so much. Shes such a tragic character bro. I cant. As if Shanks wasnt tragic enough..! They couldve both been happy! Fuck you! Elegia! Fuck you!!! And that guy who STILL kept the paper!? I want him to feel all suffering. ALL OF IT. Shanks couldve had a daughter and someone to ground him from all the shit he's got going on, and uta couldve been a happy singing girl. I hate Gordon so much. People like him but you really look into it and its literally all his fault, he wasnt just being pitiful and woe is me when he said it was his fault because it really all IS his fault. You didnt even do good with the girl in your care's addiction. He's horrible. Just let himself do nothing but feel bad for himself up until it was way too late. Then he could play the cool guy. Uta was on fucking drugs, sleep deprivation, possessed, mentally ill, traumatized, had the weight of a bunch of people on her. Its INSANE what she was on. And Gordon just did fuck all. He's the real villian. No happy ending for shanks, sacrificial lamb of one piece, and ruined the life of a little girl who couldve been so much. Still cant listen to the worlds continuation without crying.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hello UTI Warrior can I have a song recommendation if you so please. It's raining ice and I listen to any and every genre of music, but no lullabies because I'll fall aslee 😴😴😴

Jk. I use this as an alarm to remind me to post on wednesdays. Hmmm.. I guess..

tame

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crazy

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i have a lot of songs i like so this was hard.