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How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

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They be spamming Buster Calls on Straw Hats like Megumi does Mahoraga.

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Imagine…

You’re at marineford sitting next to your little bother luffy while your brother ace dies in your arms. Akainu attacks Marco and jinbe come to your rescue. You yell at jinbe to take your little brother, you feel lost and broken but this way you know someone is able to save at least one of your brothers, how could you since you just let one die. You stagger to stand and fight taking down all that you can filled with rage and grief before collapsing. Shanks arrives putting a stop to the war and as the pirates are being allowed to carry over their dead and injured Garp sees you. Untrusting of his fellow marine to let you live after such brutality and his hatred for pirates he decided to be the one to carry you over to the side of red hair, a man he hates but also knows is right now the safest place for you to be. He walks slowly with you unconscious in his arms holding tight and in a sad way cherishing having one of his grandkids in his arms, believing this may be the last time he ever gets to hold you or luffy due to the traumatic events of the day. Because how would you guys ever get over him being on the side that killed your brother. He gently sets you down grazing his fingers down your cheek before giving red hair a dark glare but also a nod of acknowledgement, that he trusts him to get you out of there, before turning away as his fellow marines look at him in surprise while he bites back his tears.

So sorry I’ve never wrote anything before so don’t judge too harshly and I wrote this on my phone while sleepy so sorry for any mistakes 🩷

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Teef and snoozes

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Concept was asked for by @lovemesomefanfic846. This will probably be multiple parts, I haven't had a fic flow this nicely for me in ages.

TW: Violence. It's the Kid Pirates.

Eustass Kid x OC

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Sparks seared Morgan’s hands, the bite of fire made sharper by her chilled flesh. She dug her teeth into her lip, a second pain to distract from the first. It worked, enough. Her hands steadied on her tools, trying to coax new life back into the power cells.

She’d slaved away at these stupid things; making sure every piece of wiring was secure, the plates were slotted perfectly so they wouldn’t slip. Seas, she’d even stolen the impact dials, carved them apart to precision, made them work in perfect concert with her creation.

And it was a seas-damned battery that was going to get her killed tonight. The injustice of it all could make her scream. Instead, Morgan dug her teeth deeper into her lip, stifling the noise.

Slaves couldn’t own property. That meant her gloves, and they were significant property at that. The amount that she won her owners made them turn a blind eye, but it was with an understanding. She didn’t give them evidence that she was stealing random parts, they didn’t ask.

With a press of her makeshift tool, light began to spill from the channels at the sides of the glove. Morgan could have screamed in triumph.

Instead, she eased the clench of her jaw, running her tongue over the crimson welling from her lip.

It hardly mattered. She stood, sliding the gloves onto her hands. She flexed, stretched, tried to ignore the heavy press of the collar around her neck.

Just a taste of the blood to come.

The first fight was a breeze, as always. Some scrawny teenager who overswung, every movement rigid with the knowledge that failure only meant pain, and that pain only began in the ring.

Morgan tried to make those fights go quick. Better for the crowd. Better for the kid. Though, as she watched the latest underfed slave get dragged from the ring, not necessarily better for her.

She flexed, then cracked her knuckles. Tiny sparks of power shivered through her forearms, droplets in the bucket of her battery packs. Barely enough to be counted, but it wasn’t as if Morgan was turning anything down at this rate.

“Don’t look now. But keep your eye out for the redhead in the back.”

Morgan looked down to see one of the other slaves, a quick-tongued boy named Grythen, handing her a bottle of water. She raised a questioning eyebrow, taking it. Speaking while a couple hundred eyes were on her didn’t seem like the strongest plan.

“I’ve seen his face on wanted posters.” Grythen hissed. “I’ll see if he tried to make an offer for you, he’s been staring at you.”

Morgan took a swig of water, splashing some onto her face. It brought a sharp shock of coolness to her sweaty skin, and freckled the strands of hair dangling in her face. It dripped down her neck, soaking the few strands there, too.

And as she handed the bottle back, Morgan turned and looked directly at the pirate captain that Grythen was so concerned about.

He was hard to miss. A shock of bright red hair drew her eyes to the back row, where he sat with a group of men. Equally as rough, but they seemed to be talking amongst themselves, taking bets, making jokes. But this man? His eyes were trained in on her.

The man next to the redhead, a masked man with a wild mane of blonde hair, leaned in and seemed to say something.

“Begin round two!”

Morgan tore her gaze from the pirates at the top of the arena, throwing herself to the ground to avoid the wild charge of her opponent. She landed with her forearms striking first, absorbing the impact as much as possible.

She rolled to a crouch, raising her arms as two vicious kicks swung at her head. She blocked both with ease, then grabbed the man’s foot and yanked hard, sending him sprawling beside her.

For the first time, Morgan was able to get a good look at him. Scars running over the rigid muscle that hung off his frame. He was built for quick, strong blows. But a single look at his practically triangular body told Morgan he would be quick to topple and even quicker to run out of stamina.

He managed a blow to her face, only partially blocked by a quick raise of her guard. The impact sent her head flying to the side, but she kept her ground.

More importantly, her gloves were singing with the force of the blow, power cells sending thin lines of light up her forearms and to her clenched fists.

Morgan rose to her feet, running her tongue over her teeth to taste the cool iron tang of her blood.

Her eyes dropped to the man opposite her; just a loose handful of barely thought-out maneuvers and a heaping pile of misplaced confidence.

She grinned, feeling the blood slide down her chin to plop softly on the arena floor. Seas, they were making these just too easy.

With a ragged cry of anger, the man lunged for her again. Morgan didn’t try to sidestep him, didn’t even knock aside the fist careening for her chest.

Why bother?

The impact shook her frame, but he’d slid his dumb, ugly head right into range.

Morgan swung with both fists, on either side of the man’s face.

All of the stored kinetic energy from his attacks sprung from her gloves, slamming into his face with the force of a battering ram.

He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

Morgan delicately sidestepped his falling body, even giving him a sturdy kick to the ribs. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to strike her when they were down, and their masters weren’t particularly invested in a fair fight.

Stepping away from his body, Morgan rose her fist to the crowd, earning a cacophony of boos and cheers. Newcomers would have lost significant money on the slender, average-looking woman, but people who’d seen her before knew better.

Of course, Morgan had her fair share of getting pounded into the ground. But recently? She’d been raking in enough money to earn a good bit of food and a pat on the head from the owners. The better she was fed, the stronger her body, the sharper her mind was to improve her impact gloves.

And the better I become…

Morgan’s eyes drifted to the announcer’s booth, where her wretched scumbag of a master was sitting, salivating over her victory. That familiar fire roared through her veins, hungry and roaring.

The sooner I get to feel your neck snapping under my hands.

“Not bad!” A voice called over the crowd, quieting most in their confusion. The man with the red hair had stood, a wicked, red-stained grin on his face. With a shivering certainty, Morgan knew his eyes had never left her, not for a moment of her fight.

“That’s Eustass Kid!” the frantic whisper from the crowd was just loud enough for Morgan to catch. “He’s been terrorizing the South Blue for years!”

“Tell me, woman.” the man, apparently Kid leaned forward, his vicious smile only spreading as he eyed her up and down. “How many people would you kill tonight to be on my crew?”

Morgan felt like he’d stepped into the ring with her, circling, waiting to strike at the slightest sign of her weakness. The only way to survive it was to show him that her fangs were just as nasty.

“I don’t kill other slaves, Kid.” she snarled. “Bad for business.”

“Bad for business, huh?” Kid’s eyes gleamed in the low light. They were narrow, sharp, the same bloody scarlet as his hair. “I think I like the sound of that.”

His fist clenched in the air. Suddenly, a rush of cool air pressed onto the skin of Morgan’s neck, raising goosebumps down her arms.

“You don’t kill slaves.” he repeated as her slave collar fell to the ground. “But what about your masters?”

The hush had spread across the entire room, stunned silence at how quickly the balance had shifted in a couple of sentences, the wave of a hand.

Morgan grinned.

With a burst of speed, she raced across the arena, flinging herself into the air and towards her target.

She was just able to register the look of abject horror on her master’s face, just before her fist shattered the glass between then in a single punch.

It was as if the sound had broken the room from a trance; slavers, civilians and bet-takers running from the underground arena as fast as their legs could carry them. Screaming soon filled the space, echoing off the cavern walls. It was joined by the delighted roar of laughter, the sound she knew in her gut belonged to Eustass Kid.

But in that moment, nothing else existed. Only herself. Her fists.

And the man who’d owned her since she was a child, covered in brilliant fragments of glass and crawling away on legs that had frozen in terror.

Morgan couldn’t help a soft laugh at the sight, stalking closer until she stood over him. “You have no idea” she murmured, striking down and snatching the man by the throat. “How long I’ve been waiting for this.”

A hot tear splashed from his face, landing on her forearm. It didn’t have the time to soak into the fabric.

Crack.

Morgan didn’t know how long she’d stood there. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Taking in the sight of her greatest achievement.

Boots crunched on the glass behind her. She didn’t turn, didn’t lift her arms in defense. A man like that could snap her like a twig, gloves or no.

So instead, she asked the question burning in her mind. “One.”

She turned, watching the hulking form of Eustass Kid tower over her, dark against the arena lights blazing in through the shattered glass. “Today, I’d kill one. Tomorrow? As many as you put in front of me.”

The man leaned down until his face was an inch from hers, breath hot on her face. “Seas, woman. That’s what I like to hear.”

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It has taken me 4 months but I have caught up and watched all of one piece. And now I’m sad since I have to wait for new episodes all the time 🤣

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Oh to be the Den Den Mushi stashed in Zoro’s waist band 😮‍💨🤤

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I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

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This chonk love watching one piece too but she always has to go nose to the tv tho 😂

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do you take a werewolf boyfriend to the vet or the doctor. this is too complicated

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I don’t play dnd but after reading this I want to

Imagine DND night with the beast pirates

During one session

Queen: Alright, you idiots somehow managed to kidnap the ambassador. You have him tied up in the dank, dark, dilapidated dungeon of the old capital ruins.

King: We need to interrogate him for answers, it's clear that he's working for the necromancer, he might know where he is. I roll for intimidation, *rolls* sixteen.

Queen: *mutters,* of course that is where you go with it, pervert. *Speaks loudly,* Your intimidation is only slightly successful. The ambassador knows his life is in danger and needs to flee. However, he refuses to answer your questions. He proclaims, "I will never tell you anything, I shall be loyal to my master till my last breath!"

Kaido: *really in the character of his half-orc barbarian* that can be arranged, little man.

Queen: *rolls for him* The ambassador stutters, his voice quivering, "I just received messages from him and carried out his bidding, I don't know where he is really."

Yamato: Perception check, I'd like to see if he is lying.

Queen: you'll need a nineteen or higher, Are you sure you want to do that?

Yamato: *rolls* nat 20.

Queen: you can tell he's lying big time, you can practically smell the nervous flop sweat on this guy from across the room.

You: I can make him talk, I cast heat metal on his bones.

Queen: heat metal only works on metal, it's literally in the name of the spell. It doesn't work on bones, since they're made of calcium.

You: and calcium is a soft metal.

Queen: what's your source.

You: *came prepared to dispute this because you've been looking for an excuse to use this knowledge for evil. You pulled out an advanced chemistry textbook with the page bookmarked and the section highlighted, and handed it to him.* Read it and weep.

Queen: *puts on his reading glasses to read it* ... Dear god, okay, you cast heat metal, roll a d10 for me.

You: *rolls* 8

Queen: and with a plus three modifiers... you heat his bones until he's screaming. The ambassador lasts only thirty seconds before he reveals that the wizard necromancer, Typhus the Terrible, lives in the glittering palace deep in the inky caverns of Roptian, which is guarded by the onyx dragon.

Sasaki: yer kind of scary sometimes.

You: thank you.

At another session

Queen: okay, you enter the throne room, and the evil wizard is lounging on the glittering throne, Typhus the Terrible.

King: I roll for initiative *rolls dice*

Queen: critical fail, your fighter is dead.

Kaido: *rolls for attack* critical fail.. Hmm, I hate this game.

Queen: you are also dead, (y/n), you are the only one left with any spell slots or turns left. What are you gonna do?

You: ... I would like to cast summon water

King: there goes that campaign.

Queen: that spell lets you fill a space with water, are you sure that's what you want to do.

You: yes

Queen: the room fills with water

You: I didn't cast it in the room.

Queen: where then did you cast it?

You: inside the wizard's skull.

The whole room: *horrified*

Queen: you can't do that

You: the spell specifies that it fills a space, and a skull cavity is a space. And you let me fill the chest down the hall with water, why not this dude's head?

Queen: ugh, hang on a minute, I need to figure out the damage.... You killed the boss... You flooded his brain with so much water, that his skull exploded.

King: that's the most messed up thing I've ever heard.

Kaido: *mutters* we've done worse.

You: you should be very glad I don't have a devil fruit

King: I'm starting to see that now, thank you.

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Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

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god's favourite ragdoll princess and the most miserable girl in the world

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This scene is just *chefs kiss* in my opinion

And the fact that their bickering is kinda a un intentional intimidation tactic too

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Zoro is such a simple character and I love him so much for it.

Like, he's an orphan who's roaming around the nearby villages after losing all his family until he finds a dojo and is like, "yall, fight me."

And suddenly he's not just an orphan, because he meets Kuina and now he has a purpose, becoming the best swordsman.

And then Luffy finds him, quite literally choses him and gives him even more purpose, another goal, to make his captain king.

And that's about it. He doesn't care about power, doesn't care about reputation, doesn't care about anything other than his dream and his crew. Because he's not special, he's still that orphan that worked hard every day to try and beat his friend at the dojo.

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If these two could make babies that means I could sleep with doffy and live RIGHT

Human anatomy and physics be damned in the one piece universe 😂

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Law going full nerd over Sanji in his germa suit is the greatest thing today. I bet on the inside he wanted to act like Luffy and Chopper when they saw the suit and wants to try it out, who wouldn’t when a character from their favorite comic comes to life 😂😂

~~Edit after watching a few more eps~

He found a couple more fanboys I’m assuming cuz they had tiny little blushes when they realized who that is 🤣 they didn’t Geek as hard as Law tho