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I've fell down a rabbit hole and now i can't get up

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did anyone order a luffy mermaid au?

in this universe, he’s usually a person with legs cuz of the human-human fruit, but he also falls in the water all the goddamn time and reverts back to fish.

he still gets all weak in the water cuz of the devil fruit, so he’s kinda just a useless floppy fish sometimes 😅

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i always mean it when i say i love you btw

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guys it turns out if you wanna have fun and be a fun and interesting person you like have to fill your day with fun things and not just rotting in your room …… need a moment to process

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ZoSan - Random one word one-shot series!

Day 3: Lullaby

Sanji had an angelic voice.

Despite spending a significant amount of time sailing together on the ship—sleeping in close proximity, sharing meals, and having each other’s backs—Zoro had never heard the cook sing. It seemed that, regardless of the circumstance, Sanji never sang in the presence of others.

As for why, Zoro couldn’t quite figure it out if he were honest.

The first time he heard Sanji sing, he was taken aback. How could this beautifully woven voice belong to someone as arrogant and rowdy as the cook? The only reason Sanji allowed Zoro to hear, was because he hadn’t noticed him. The swordsman stood by the door, his steps gliding soundlessly over the ship’s wooden floor.

Sanji’s voice was nothing short of beautiful—a symphony of tones akin to the smooth glide of a perfectly wielded blade, cutting through the air with precision.

The melody flowed from Sanji’s lips like a river down a narrow path, navigating every curve and twist effortlessly to create a harmonious cascade.

Rooted to the spot by the door, Zoro found himself captivated and unwilling to disrupt the enchanting spell cast by Sanji’s singing.

He stood there, listening intently, fully aware that any disturbance on his part might cause the melody to stop. Instead, he turned noiselessly on his heel and moved away from the door.

Since that moment, a considerable amount of time had passed, weeks, perhaps even months.

There hadn’t been a similar occurrence. Zoro was confident that the cook had become more cautious about his surroundings and potential eavesdroppers. It shouldn’t have concerned Zoro, but the persistent thought lingered, refusing to be dismissed. It was infuriating.

The memory remained vivid in his mind, as if it had happened just the day before. Even now, he could distinctly hear Sanji’s singing if he concentrated hard enough, although he knew it was merely a projection of his mind.

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Zoro found himself bedridden and miserable, the aftermath of a losing battle leaving him with severe bruises and a light head injury. Nearly two days of unconsciousness followed, and as he slowly awoke, the gentle sound of a familiar voice singing a beautiful melody greeted him.

His eyelids were heavy, and his eyes felt sticky with sleep. A grumbled sound escaped his throat, catching the attention of Sanji, who had been sitting by his side. The singing stopped, replaced by a warmth over his hand and a soft touch.

“Are you awake?”

Sanji’s voice carried traces of worry and fear.

Struggling to fully open his eyes, Zoro took in the sight of the man before him. Sanji looked tired, as if he had been sitting there for days. Dark shadows hung low under his eyes, and his hair stood up in messy strands.

Reality slowly settled in for Zoro as he blinked a few times, confirming that this was not a dream. His head throbbed, and pain radiated from his chest and sides, as if his entire body was on fire.

“Why did you stop?” Zoro’s voice, foreign and raspy, came out more like a murmur due to his weakened state.

“What?” Sanji looked confused.

“The singing”, Zoro clarified. “Why did you stop?”

“What does it matter?”, Sanji flared up. “Are you alright? You’ve been hurt badly. We didn’t know if you would make it. I promised Chopper to keep an eye on you in case you... you...”

Was it just Zoro’s imagination, or were the cook’s eyes glistening?

“How could you be so reckless all the time? We were worried sick about you, and you don’t even have the decency to tell me that you’re alright?”

“I’m alright”, Zoro whispered, the sweet pressure of sleep still weighing on him.

The anger in Sanji’s eyes faded, his lips quivering as he held in a sob. He roughly rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I can’t believe how stupid you are. Why do I even worry about a stupid marimo like you?”

Zoro blinked. “You were worried about me?”

“No”, he stubbornly clung to his pride, although it was blatantly obvious that he didn’t mean it. Zoro felt a soft smile tugging at his lips. He lifted a hand with the little strength he had left and touched the cook’s cheek, startling him.

“Can you sing the song for me one more time?”

“What for?”, Sanji asked.

“I don’t know. I like it.”

Sanji looked uncertain in the way he crunched up his brow, a soft taint covering his cheeks. But then he let out a long sigh and picked up on the melody again, his voice producing the words in an effortless flow.

Zoro laid back and listened. Concentrated on it.

It felt as though the song took him away to a different sphere of existence altogether, making him light and his head floating in beautiful sleep-like bliss.

He felt the dreariness pulling at him again, dragging him deeper and deeper into the sweet embrace of nothingness. But he didn’t want to let go yet, didn’t want his ears to turn off, to stop hearing. He wanted to take in much more of Sanji’s voice, to truly listen, because honestly it could as well be the first and last chance he got to do this.

“Don’t stop”, he begged as Sanji’s voice grew quieter, his lines breaking apart.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Nah.” Zoro shook his head lightly. “Want to hear you sing some more.”

Sanji continued, his melody as sweet as chocolate melting on the tongue. Zoro closed his eyes once more, allowing the song to embrace him in its peacefulness.

“Why don’t you do this more often?”, Zoro asked when the song came to an end. He couldn’t fathom why such immaculate talent would be hidden from the world.

“I don’t know”, Sanji replied with a shrug. “I didn’t think anyone would take pleasure in hearing my crooked voice.”

“It’s beautiful”, Zoro corrected, his voice barely a whisper.

Sanji blinked down at him. “What did you say?”

“I said it’s beautiful.”

A vivid red color spread over Sanji’s cheeks as the realization hit him, and he was sure he hadn’t misheard the swordsman. “Shut up”, he hissed, avoiding eye-contact.

Zoro chuckled. “Should I ever find myself on my deathbed, I want your voice to be the last thing I hear.”

“Sure you didn’t just suffer a concussion?”, Sanji asked.

“Could be. If I have, just forget about it later.”

Sanji studied him for a moment. Zoro didn’t quite know what prompted him to open his arms, gesturing for the cook to lean down on him. Sanji’s eyes widened for a second, and although surprised, it felt like the most natural thing in the world when he laid his head carefully on Zoro’s chest, allowing himself to be hugged by strong arms.

“If you don’t want to sing for others”, Zoro suggested, “Why not sing for me from time to time?”

“Sure you want to waste your time on me?”, Sanji asked, half-jokingly.

“You’re the one most worth it to be wasting my time on.”

And so, in the dimly candle-lit room, engulfed by the quietness of the night, a soft lullaby continued to be sung.

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looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

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what the actual fuck

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ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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ZoSan - Random one word one-shot series!

Day 2: Present

Zoro and Sanji found themselves out shopping together.

It was more of a routine task than anything extravagant.

They were simply getting their usual supplies, preparing to set sail again.

While Zoro wasn’t particularly fond of this specific task, he recognized its necessity. Sometimes he enjoyed the heavy lifting, feeling useful and helping Sanji in the process.

When they passed a certain shop, Sanji suddenly came to a halt, his eyes widening at something in the display window that had captured his attention.

Curiosity prompted Zoro to tilt his head, intrigued by the unusual expression on the cook’s face. Zoro had never seen him react in such a manner before; it resembled that of a child discovering candy for the first time—wide-eyed awe and a slightly open mouth.

Taking a few steps back, Zoro stood beside Sanji to see what had left him in such a mesmerized state.

What he saw was not what he expected, though.

It was a knife.

A kitchen knife, to be precise.

It was sizable, but nothing out of the ordinary for Zoro.

“Are we short on kitchen supplies, too?”, he asked.

Sanji shook his head. “No, it’s just... it’s a really good knife.”

Zoro scoffed, taking another look. Even after squinting his eye, he couldn’t discern what made this particular cooking tool so special.

“So? Do you want to buy it?”

“Are you crazy?”, Sanji abruptly snapped. “It’s way too expensive! Besides, I already have a variety of well-functioning knives back at the ship.”

“It just seems like you really want it.”

“Don’t be stupid. I was just appreciating how it looks.”

Zoro wasn’t convinced, and the fact that Sanji had to snap at him only strengthened his suspicion. “You sure?”

“Yes. Now keep moving.”

Sanji started walking again, and Zoro followed suit.

It probably wasn’t worth dwelling on, but Zoro couldn’t shake the image from his mind—the way Sanji’s eyes had sparkled so brilliantly, like a star in the night sky.

They made their way through the shops and the marketplace, getting some high-quality yet relatively cheap products. All in all, it was a rather successful shopping trip.

On their way back, they passed the shop with the expensive kitchen knife again.

While Zoro busied himself arranging their bags to ensure nothing would fall out when lifted, Sanji stood at the display window, his eyes glued to the damn thing inside.

“He doesn’t want it. Sure. Totally believable”, Zoro muttered to himself as he watched him.

Although he couldn’t understand Sanji’s hesitation.

It was glaringly obvious that he wanted to buy it, so why didn’t he just go ahead and do it? Was the price a deterrent? Were there financial constraints preventing him from indulging in something luxurious for once?

Zoro couldn’t understand the reason behind Sanji’s reluctance. Being inherently humble, Zoro didn’t require much in the first place. He could easily adapt to different circumstances and surroundings, considering anything beyond necessity as a luxury. What he possessed in excess was merely that—a luxury that he wouldn’t mourn losing.

The cook, however, was an entirely different case, placing a high priority on material possessions. And yes, that could undoubtedly make life more comfortable. Sanji loved fancy stuff, be it clothes, shoes, perfumes, or even seemingly trivial things like skin lotion and cream, the aftermath of his bath smelling like entering into a boutique.

And precisely because Sanji loved to indulge in expensive things, Zoro had never seen him so uncertain about a purchase he desperately desired.

“Maybe you want to go in there?”, Zoro asked as he approached him. “Take a closer look, perhaps?”

But Sanji shook his head, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“No”, he said curtly. “The stove is waiting for me back at the ship. Gonna get dinner ready before everyone comes back. Let’s go.”

Zoro watched him as he started walking, taking a long puff of his cigarette, the smoke spiraling into the air. He, in turn, cast one last glance at the knife in the display window, its black steel glimmering like a hidden gem, secrets concealed beneath a sturdy-looking handle and a beautifully sharp blade.

For the first time, Zoro thought he understood Sanji’s fascination.

The day dragged on, they readied themselves to set sail the following morning. Everyone was busy with their respective tasks, working tirelessly to ensure everything was in order.

Zoro spotted the cook standing at the railing, his hair fluttering in the soft wind, a cigarette held between his fingers with light smoke wisping from it. He looked distracted, his gaze unfocused on the red horizon of the evening sky.

“Taking a break?”, Zoro asked as he joined him, leaning his upper body against the railing and watching the sunset.

“Mm”, the cook grunted, not bothering to spare the swordsman a glance. Zoro watched him from the side, contemplating whether now was a good time to show him why he had approached him in the first place. Concluding that any time was as good as the present, he pulled out an elongated red box, elegantly wrapped with a black band.

“Here”, Zoro said, placing the box beside Sanji’s arms, avoiding eye contact with the surprised cook. “What’s that?”, Sanji asked as he took the box, examining it cautiously.

Zoro remained silent, his gaze on the distant horizon, his emotionless expression unchanged. With great care, Sanji unwrapped the box, opening it with the most delicate touch, as if afraid of breaking something valuable inside.

“You haven’t!”, he exclaimed as his eyes fell upon the black kitchen knife neatly secured inside a red cushion, cradling the tool. Was it surprise on his face? Shock? Excitement? Zoro couldn’t tell because the cook looked far too stunned to speak. There was no ensuing shriek of happiness, no hug, or any expression of gratitude. Instead, he asked in a strained tone of voice, “Why?”

“I don’t know”, Zoro answered honestly. “It seemed like you really wanted it, so I bought it.”

“That’s your only reason? It was hella expensive.”

“Yeah, and so was the diamond whetstone I bought last week. Don’t know what the big deal is. I had the money.”

“That’s not the same”, Sanji objected. “It’s one thing buying stuff for yourself, but this is...”

“A present”, Zoro finished, maintaining an even flow of voice. “This is a present.”

“For me?!”

“Yes”, Zoro said, furrowing his eyebrows in slight annoyance. “I thought that was obvious.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Am I not allowed to buy you gifts?”

Sanji took the kitchen knife out, handling it with utmost care. He ran his delicate fingers along the sides, tracing its form and feeling the sharpness of its edge. “It’s beautiful”, Sanji said in total awe, his eyes sparking with the same intensity Zoro had witnessed before when he stood before the display window.

“Yeah”, Zoro agreed, his gaze locked on Sanji’s face, feeling a warmth bubbling up in his stomach.

Sanji turned to him, his cheeks a rosy color. All suspicion had disappeared as a bright smile covered his face. “Want me to put it to the test right away? I can cook you up something really tasty.”

Zoro couldn’t help but let a smile grace his own lips as well. “Sure”, he said, straightening his back. “Why not?”

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ZoSan - Random one word one-shot series!

Day 1: Scarf

Over the past few weeks, the temperature had dropped noticeably.

Despite their familiarity with the Grand Line’s swift seasonal changes, the sudden onset of snow caught the crew off guard.

The wind aggressively tugged at the sail, seemingly intent on tearing it apart.

Sanji despised the cold.

The numbness creeping into his hands, feet, and ears, coupled with incessant sneezing, was something he absolutely hated.

Seeking refuge in the ship’s interior, particularly the warm kitchen beside the running oven, provided him a cozy escape from the chilling cold.

Each member of the Straw Hat crew had their own preferences regarding the frosty temperatures.

Luffy, Usopp and Chopper reveled in the snow, oblivious to the cold until their extremities turned blue. Chopper, playing the responsible caretaker, would eventually drag them inside, wrapping them in thick blankets and offering steaming cups of tea to warm them up from the inside.

Robin found brief enjoyment in the cold, occasionally joining the antics outside but returning indoors after her fill of fun.

Nami, Franky and Brook, on the other hand, avoided venturing outside when temperatures plummeted below zero.

And then there was Zoro.

Zoro.

Who walked out the door.

Dressed in nothing but his pants, shoes, and the haramaki.

“You can’t go out like that”, Sanji admonished him at a mere glance.

“Why not?”, Zoro shot back, showing a clear lack of interest in whatever reasoning prompted the cook to call him out.

“Because it’s freezing outside!”

Sanji couldn’t fathom the need to explain what should have been blatantly obvious to anyone with more than one functioning brain cell.

Which Zoro apparently didn’t have.

“You’re going to catch a cold. Or worse.”

To add insult to injury, Zoro rolled his eyes, dismissing Sanji’s concern.

“Stop fussing. I won’t get sick. It’s good training, warms up the muscles, you know?”

“No”, Sanji replied, shivering at the mere thought of opening the door in such inadequate attire. “I do not.”

“Besides, I don’t see what you have to complain about. It’s not like I’m trying to drag you out with me.”

“And if you do get sick?”, Sanji questioned. “Do you know who’s going to be stuck with your shitty attitude all day? Me!”

Zoro just gave him that infuriating look again, intensifying Sanji’s desire to kick him in the head. “No one asked you to take care of me. I can handle myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Sanji folded his arms in front of his chest. “As I recall, it was you who specifically asked Chopper for me to come and stay with you the last time you told me you wouldn’t get sick and caught a cold. The only reason I agreed is because you looked like absolute shit.”

Zoro shuffled awkwardly, his boots scratching against the wooden ship floors.

Sanji remained silent, observing him standing there in uncomfortable silence.

Finally, he let out an exasperated sigh. “At least put on a coat, will you?”

Before another protest could be voiced, Sanji walked over to the wall where a hook held his coat. Retrieving it, he approached Zoro, who stood with a dumbfounded expression.

Sanji held the coat up, gesturing for Zoro to slide his hands in. Despite the anticipated protest hanging at the tip of Zoro’s tongue, he remained surprisingly silent. Instead, he raised his arms, allowing the cook to clothe him. Sanji adjusted the front and zipped it up.

“Better now?”, Zoro asked, a slight mocking tone present in his chosen wording.

Sanji gave him a quick once-over before deciding, “Not quite”, and went back to retrieve something from one of the cupboards.

“Ero-cook”, Zoro groaned. “It’s alright. I have a coat on. I won’t freeze.”

“It’s not enough”, Sanji disagreed, prompting another eye roll from Zoro. “You’re too damn much sometimes.”

“Shut up, you stupid patch of grass!”

Despite his complaints, Zoro waited for Sanji to come back with whatever he wanted to give him.

“A scarf?”, Zoro wondered aloud as he recognized the piece of clothing. “As I said, that’s not necessary.”

“It is”, Sanji insisted.

Zoro stood still so Sanji could wrap the scarf around his neck, making sure it was fastened appropriately to withstand the harsh wind, but also not strangling him.

The smell of cigarettes and traces of some expensive perfume still lingered on the wooly material, filling Zoro’s nose instantly.

Zoro nuzzled his nose into the scarf to get a full whiff.

“Smells just like you”, he said.

A rosy blush crept onto Sanji’s face, heating him up all the way to the tips of his ears. “So? If you want it to smell like you, put yours on next time.”

“No”, Zoro said. “I think I prefer this, actually.”

Sanji delivered a punch, prompting the swordsman to move. “Now go, before I lose my patience with you. Stupid Marimo.”

Without another word, Zoro exited through the door. A cold gust of wind rushed through the kitchen, making Sanji shiver. But not for long, as an unfamiliar warm feeling began to settle in his stomach. He wondered whether he had eaten something bad or if it was just a side effect of all the stress the swordsman had caused him in the past few weeks.

Oh well, at least he could ensure the man wouldn’t get sick this time around.

Hope you liked it. There will be ten stories in total, if someone's interested.

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Different Ways to Describe Eye Colors

↳ a masterpost for writing prompts that describe eye colors

Brown Eyes

Blue Eyes

Green Eyes

Hazel Eyes

Unusual Eyes

Gray Eyes

Heterochromia Eyes

Black Eyes

White Eyes

White/Silver Eyes pt 2

Hazel Green Eyes

Gold/Yellow Eyes

Reddish-Brown Eyes

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”no time will be better” - prompts for that first kiss <3

prompt list by @novelbear

"woah."

the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

"are you sure about this?"

the hands. on the waist. oh my god.

^ then they feel themselves being pulled closer ??

taller gently grasping the shorter's chin

"that was...." "yeah."

a certain song playing while they have their moment and it becomes their song.

"sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!"

an accidental first kiss

"are we about to kiss right now?" "you are not serious."

awkward giggles right after

"well i guess that answers my question."

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

"i'm sorry, i had to."

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself

"don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it."

that panic beforehand while trying to figure out if they're really leaning in for a kiss or not.

someone's hair ending up getting caught in the other's glasses/jewelry

maybe one is awkward enough to the point where they're like "what the hell do i do with my hands?!"

feeling each other instantly relax as they both quickly get comfortable

"can we do that again? my eyes were closed." "oh my god."

their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?)

"so does this mean you feel the same or..?"

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reblog and tag what is “your” video game, aka the game you could make an entire video essay on it, mines acnl

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Bancoran and Maraich being cute.

I'm kinda obsessed with them in case you didn't know (≧◡≦)♡

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After reading the Manga, watching the Anime and all three of the stage plays, I can confirm that Patalliro is really gay dumb.

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I love everything about this scene ♡