#Going through and making this poll I'm realizing just how many outfits they all wear throughout all the arcs

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I am nearly done with all of my Pokeani charm designs for my shop drop later this year...after that I'll probably start working on One Piece charms!! Except they have way too many outfits to choose from! Help!!!

I'm probably going to make a poll to vote for your favorite post timeskip outfit for each Strawhat? (And also Law probably bc he goes through a few wardrobe changes as well) And whichever one gets the most votes for each will be the outfit I draw them in for the initial charms 🤔 Pairing them together by arc probably makes more sense but there's some outfits I like more than others lol so. Idk. I'll let you guys choose ;)

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This post will be functioning as several things:

1) To inform you all that Chapter 28 of Perfect Match is out! Here's the link and yes, I know that I've skipped a couple of chapters but I'm too lazy to go back and make posts for them :) Tag list for the fic: (that people can actually see now!) @bronte-deserves-better @you-have-been-frizzled @axels-corner @marella-gossipqueen-redek @istanrandomfandoms

2) To convince you to vote for Kenralie in this poll and to read Perfect Match if you haven't already by posting a longer clip from this chapter :) I'm so proud of this excerpt, and you can read it even if you haven't read Perfect Match. I know Kenralie isn't going to win the ship bracket, but I'm still holding out hope that my ramblings about them for the past couple of months can maybe pull them into the third round? Hopefully? (Sorry Marelliana stans- I like them, and they'd definitely beat many other ships for me but just. Kenralie.)

Clip from Perfect Match Chapter 28: Secrets below the cut! For those of you who haven't read the fic, this takes place right after Mr. Forkle first talks to Oralie about Project Moonlark.

Kenric was so focused on his own thoughts, he almost didn’t notice as someone appeared in the street right beside his house, soft footsteps on the ground breaking the eerie quiet of the night. But when he did, he smiled. 

“Hey, Ora,” he called from his porch, and Oralie immediately turned around. Her expression was startled, like a child caught stealing candy from the pantry. “Sorry,” he whispered, rushing to the street to walk up to her. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“It’s alright,” Oralie said, her expression slowly melting into normal. “What are you doing out?” 

“Just needed some fresh air,” he told her. “Where were you?” For the first time, he realized that she wasn’t wearing the same outfit she’d been wearing earlier, but just a tanktop and leggings. She couldn’t have been in a meeting with anyone at all important. It was likely she’d been going to meet a friend, but most of her one-time friends hated her now, a fact she’d cried to him about countless times. Maybe she could have been seeing family, but he knew how awful her parents were, and the one cousin she actually liked had betrayed her all those years before. 

“I went dress shopping,” Oralie immediately answered. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone, so I didn’t bother to put all that formal attire back on.” She smiled at him, though, so Kenric knew she wasn’t actually mad. 

“Well, what’d you get?” 

Oralie tilted her head to one side, examining him. “I found something I like, but it wasn’t quite my size, so the very generous store owner offered to adjust it for me. For an extra payment, of course, but I don't mind. She said it’ll be ready in a couple of days.” 

“Working hard, I see,” he replied, winking, and Oralie blushed. 

“I’ve been working hard all night,” she said. “I felt I deserved a break.”

“What project are you working on, again?” Kenric asked, genuinely curious. 

“Overviewing Foxfire curriculum,” she immediately answered. “It’s rather boring, but I’m managing. I’m almost done, anyway.” 

“So you’ve spent all evening working on it? Then went shopping?”

Oralie hesitated a second before nodding her head. 

Kenric might have been imagining it, but he thought he saw a flash of pain across her face. 

The kind of flash that happened when she lied. 

His theory was only furthered when Oralie took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her stomach. She’d described in detail how it felt when she lied -Kenric couldn’t even imagine dealing with those headaches and nausea- but now, if she thought she could hide it from him, she was mistaken. 

She hid the movement by adjusting her shirt, not meeting his eyes as she said, “I’m really tired, Kenric. I should get to bed.” 

As Kenric looked at her, he saw how exhausted she looked, and something in her eyes that looked like she’d gone through something that would permanently change her. That scared him more than the lie. 

“Are you alright, Oralie?” he whispered, stepping closer. Oralie looked up at him, and he saw tears glimmering in her eyes. 

There was so much he wanted to tell her. He wanted to say that he knew she was hiding something from him, and he didn’t understand why, but he knew she had a good reason. He wanted to tell her about Elysian and about his pointless search, and how much he just wanted to be done with everything ever having to do with the Council. He wanted to drop to one knee right now and ask her to be his wife, then they could live somewhere far away from all this, spending all their time together without rules and expectations and secrets. Just free to love and laugh and be, making their own life together. 

But he didn’t say any of that. 

He couldn't. As much as he wanted to.

So they just looked at each other, the secrets growing between them like a wall separating Kenric from the person he loved most in the entire world. He wished he could take an axe and smash the wall down, brick by brick, stone by stone, but while they were on the Council, he couldn’t. 

“I don’t know, Kenric,” Oralie whispered, her voice so hopeless it broke Kenric’s heart.

“What do you need me to do?” 

She looked at him, a tear streaking down her face. Oralie looked at him for a long, long moment until she finally spoke. 

“If someone gave you the opportunity to change the world, would you take it?” 

Kenric blinked once. 

“I suppose I would,” he said eventually. “If it changed the world for the better.” He saw the expression on her face and added, carefully, “But what would it cost?” 

“I don’t know,” she told him. “Might be nothing.” She stepped forward, putting a hand on his cheek. “But it also might be everything.”

Before Kenric could say another word, Oralie planted a gentle kiss right on the corner of his mouth before she walked into her house. She was gone before he realized what she’d said… and he was back inside his own house before he realized what it might mean. 

“Don’t be a hero, Oralie,” he whispered, though he knew she couldn’t hear him. He walked up to his mantle and looked at a picture of the two of them that she'd drawn for him. His arms were around her waist and their foreheads were pressed together, both of them smiling. They were so, so happy. He wanted to run to her house and show her the picture, telling her that this was what they could have together. No circlets. No Council hounding their every move. Just Kenric and Oralie. 

Kenric pressed his own forehead to the picture, wishing it was Oralie by his side instead of the cold paper. “You already have been. For me.”

She'd saved him from a life of loneliness and never feeling like he truly belonged. With her, he belonged. With her, he was someone. 

And he knew he had to trust her. 

That reminded him of what she'd said, and he slumped down on his couch, hoping someday she'd be able to tell him why she'd kept those secrets. And he could tell her why he'd kept his. Then they could have a life with no secrets, just like it should be.

He had no idea what he had in mind, or what she’d been doing. 

But he was pretty certain it hadn’t been dress shopping. 

He just knew he had to get both of them off of the Council before it was too late. 

And in order to do that, he had to find Elysian.