#Once A Self Insert

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

The Way The Spark Changes

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the waters of the ocean were calm and gentle. Morningstar watched as the sun slowly rose over the waves, her head full of thoughts she had not lingered on before. Her glossy black body shined in the light, from her flat elevated peds, to her dragon headed chasses, to her blue optics, which held a far away look to them. Her mouth, usually in a smile in some way, shape, or form, is pursed, contemplative, verging on a frown. One hand was against the rock she sat on, holding her upper half up, while the other was slowly playing with the Decepticon insignia on her chest, a digit dragging against the lines.

The soft crashing of the waves and her peaceful form was hiding a frenzied and rather panicked stream of thoughts in her mind. Another battle had been lost. More warriors had been injured. More infighting, more accusations, more distrust and hatred. The mech she loved, who she fought for, is becoming more and more unhinged, coming up with even more dangerous plans, plans that involve sacrificing their own men, plans that will endanger not only themselves, but everything and one.

Morningstar closed her optics, a sigh escaping her metallic lips. Her reason for being with the Decepticons was fading from her. The once love she held with great reverence, was now turning to irritation. Looking at him no longer sent her spark into a flurry of signals to be flushed and experience happiness. It did still send a signal or two to smile fondly and experience for a moment of joy, but it now sent more anxiety and frustration through her. She still held some positivity for him, but... the original spark of something that pulled her aside was gone. The thing that had made her give up her morals and her beliefs, the thing that made her join the Decepticons instead of the Autobots with her sister, had been depleted.

It hurt. It hurt that she gave up helping people, saving lives, and building solid connections with beings who wished to better the universe for a mech that didn't give her a second glance. It hurt that the love she had was now gone. It hurt that the warmth that she once got from his attention and his words were now dulled and droning. It hurt that she no longer wanted to fight for her emotions, no longer wanted to do what she could to make him happy. It hurt that her reason for remaining was dwindling.

She did make friendships with other Decepticons, yes. Soundwave was quiet, observing. The normally loud femme loved being around him in silence, as the silence around Soundwave did not feel attacking and cold like when she was alone. His quiet was filled with comfort, acceptance. She did well with Thundercracker, both bonding over the reservations about being a Decepticon. Thundercracker stayed because of his fear of Megatron and his love of his trine mates, Morningstar stayed for her fierce love of Megatron, and her fear of change.

That is why she sat on the beach now, contemplating her life. She had to decide what she had to do. Did she remain with those she had fought along side for over 4 million years, despite the reason for staying was gone and her spark hurt like it was being mauled by the Pet? She could perhaps learn to love him again, learn to fight with her whole being once more. She had been approached by Thundercracker, who was worried about the increasing amount of scars on her armor. Before, nothing could touch her. Now, it was becoming increasingly hard to motivate herself to move out of the way of attacks.

Perhaps she could join the Autobots. A smile threatened the Dragon's features, the thought of her sister tearing up with pride and relief of her youngest sibling coming home to the Ark. Grace would collapse with joy if she walked in, searching for forgiveness and redemption. The Autobots would bawk and be suspicious of her, of course, seeing as for a good chunk of time she gave her everything for the Decepticon cause, or at least, for the one who ran the cause. She would offer information and future plans, give her all to redeem herself in the eyes of the Autobots, her sisters, her people, and herself. Then again, could she face those she called her comrades and her trinemates in battle? Could she look at them, watching as they tried to kill her with pain in their expressions and questions in their optics?

The DJD would hunt her down for her treason, certainly. Her name would more than likely shoot to the top of The List, a demand of her once beloved leader once he found out. Vos will question her in his strange tongue, his usually high pitched babble taking a softer tone. Kaon ordering the Pet to attack her with a shaky breath, but the Pet limping over to her, looking at her with questioning eyes. Tesarus would shift side to side, the maul pit in his chest whirring. Helix would demand answers, asking why betray them. Why betray her brothers, her fellow soldiers, her mates? In the end, Tarn himself would attempt to do the deed, talking normally, trying to go softer to lull her spark to death. She was resistant to his attack, her spark only knowing the speed of music and a select few voices.

Would her leader demand to do the final blow?

Then again, she could flee the war. She could grab a ship, stockpile energon, and just go. Leave the world of Earth and find a new one. She could find somewhere that they didn't know her name, didn't know the Cybertronian war, didn't know about Autobots and Decepticons, and maybe make a new life. Work at her redemption by being a good friend, a good neighbor. Save a few lives she knew nothing about, work to cure diseases, overthrow evil dictators... Become someone that the humans call a hero. Perhaps... She could go home.

Home made her catch her breath. Destronia had been so far from her mind for so long, it was almost like a fantasy to think about now. She could go home. Home, to her castle, to her throne room. Home, where everyone would welcome her with open arms, smile and scold her for leaving them so suddenly. Home, with her fellow Destronians, peace in the air, love everywhere. Home, with her responsibilities and the insufferable pressure to be the goddess they all need you to be.

If she went home, she would have to take the throne once more. She would don her crown, take her place at the center of the 4 chairs, and become who she fled from when she snuck aboard her sister's ship headed for Cybertron. She would have to become Judge, Jury, Executioner and Reaper, seeing as all her siblings had long left the thrones. Dest, Tron, and Nia were more than likely still in charge, the avatars that Morningstar created to replace the sisters as they went on their journeys. Kylia was more than likely hunting down dangerous prey and omnicidal maniacs across the cosmos, Graceon was the gentle Autobot medic along side her sweetspark Ratchet, Eveningmoon was on her own self-discovery mission, trying to find out who she was besides the darkness of the form herself and her twin Morningstar once were combined as... Now Morningstar was questioning her purpose in life. She was the being of emotion, of courage, of life.

Sounds of laughter nearby brought Morningstar out of her musings slightly, before she semi-focused on the ocean once more. What was she to do with her life? All the Ideas she thought of had valid pros and cons, but it came back to that all consuming fear of hers. Metathesiophobia, after a moment of looking it up. The fear of change. Was she strong enough to make a new life or fight for the one she had now? Was she truly out of love for the one she gave up her everything for? Her mind raced with questions and thoughts, playing out scenarios and trying to see what would be the best bet for her. The moments of her life swirling around her, voices trying to work with her, yelling at her, trying to tell her the path she should or shouldn't take...

~:Morningstar, report:~

A sigh of defeat escaped her, before she pressed the com-link on her right upper jaw line, underneath her audio sensors.

"Morningstar reporting."

~:Megatron commands that all Decepticons return to base:~

"Order acknowledged. I will return to base." She responded, getting up from her seat on the giant rock formation. She released the comm-link, allowing the responses to be done.

~:Confirmation received:~

The voice went silent, and yet another sigh escaped her. She chuckled mirthlessly, holding her face in her hand. The tears she had not realized that had been falling were making themselves known now, the gentle wetness lightly coating her digits on her face. The pain in her spark grew, it felt like a void was sucking in everything, emptiness consuming her. She couldn't handle to look at him again. She couldn't stand it now, yet she had to. She had to be strong. She had to be Morningstar.

She wiped away the oily tears, taking a breath as she floated into the air. She spread her wings, once she was high enough, before allowing herself to fall, her wings catching the wind before beginning to glide. With minimal effort on her anti-gravity engines, she flew parallel from the plane of water beneath her, her hand grazing the surface. Her own reflection looked at her, before looking forward, seeing the dark-purple tower rise from the sea. Her destination. Her prison. Her dwelling.

Her tomb, if she played her cards wrong.

[aivy-saur]

Height gap 🫶

[paintedcrows]

Black and White Period Piece Old Lady Boring Movie BillStan >>>>>>>>>>

[conspicuous-clown-car]

infodumping autism time

[parasolladyansy]

Hero of Bombs / Isekai-ed Artist - Inventories

Now that our Hero has 1-2 companions running around with him, he doesn’t have to carry everything. Obviously, there’s more each of them carries (Key Items, etc.) but this is the gist.

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Link ⚔️🍃 the main melee fighter, has all the weapons & gear, depending more on his many armor sets as they travel. While he loves cooking, he mostly makes & carries quick handheld meals like skewers & rice balls to save time / effort on the field.

Ingo 💣⚙️ depends completely on projectiles (Bomb Flowers, Fire Fruit, etc.) & elixirs to make up for his being an average Unovan (though seeing Legends Arceus, I think people in the Pokéverse are at least a little more hardy than people in our world). Poes are drawn to him, & he also has all the Zonai plans to build the many vehicles to help them traverse Hyrule.

Ansy 💎🌾 almost never fights due to having like one heart (lol) & mostly cooks more elaborate meals / crafts elixirs. I also decided that they got a special Fairy tonic (like “Fairy Cordial ♾️”) to deal with the medicine problem ^o^

[mpsansy]

I’m allowed to self indulge once in a while.

And of all things, it’s for a dnd character on “Legends Of Avantris”. So rushed, but think about the love I have for this character. It had to be shown somehow

[rainyrambles-overcod]

day 14 of drawing one of the cod characters (+ my persona ig 😅😂) until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

We’d 1000% be a disaster duo

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

The General's Daughter

@g-backto505

[chimkin-samich]

First month on the job and Sun seems already smitten.

They're lonely and touchstarved your honour.

Tari is also practically vibing, which is a nice change for them.

Part 1/2

This was originally just something silly to explain their drastic design divergence from anything even remotely canon in this au, but I went and I turned it into angst cuz that's what I do best ���

Part 2/2

[candyheartedchy]

Lovelypants 💗

[spencerslover-blog]

Today was a fairytale, you got a smile that takes me to another planet, every move you make, everything you said is right. Time slows down whenever you're around... but can you feel this magic in the air?

[moxanji-real]

♡ “Forever Yours, Stinky Baby” ♡ (A Moxanji wedding fic)

✎ One Shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Sfw

✎ One Piece fanfic, Oc x Canon/Self insert x Canon

✎ 6.8k words

The day had finally arrived. Sanji sat in the dressing room, adjusting the collar of his pale pink suit for what felt like the hundredth time. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared into the mirror, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and nerves. He tugged at his tie, ensuring it was perfectly straight, and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the moments that had brought him here.

It felt like just yesterday that he proposed to Moxie. It had been a magical evening in Wano, the night sky painted with stars, and the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the gentle ripples of the water. They had taken a romantic boat ride, just the two of them, floating through the picturesque canals of the beautiful country. Sanji had poured his heart out, dropping to one knee to present her with a dazzling diamond ring.

“Moxie, my love,” he had said, his voice trembling with emotion, “will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Her answer had been immediate—a resounding “YES!” that echoed into the night as she leaped into his arms, throwing the boat off balance and sending them both toppling into the water. They’d emerged dripping wet, their elegant kimonos clinging to them as they laughed and held each other close. When they returned to the crew, soaked to the bone and grinning like fools, Moxie’s new ring glittered under the moonlight.

Sanji smiled at the memory as he slicked back his blonde hair in the mirror. He could still hear the cheers of the crew when they’d announced their engagement. Even Zoro, the eternally grumpy swordsman, had given him a rare nod of approval. They’d been through so much together—even surviving Whole Cake Island and the heartbreak it brought—but every trial had only solidified their bond. Sanji knew, now more than ever, that Moxie was his soulmate, and nothing could ever tear them apart again.

He took a deep breath and reached for a cigarette, his nerves getting the better of him. The wedding was happening on Momoiro Island, a place he had very mixed feelings about. Moxie had insisted it was her dream wedding location, and he couldn’t bear to say no to her. The island was vibrant and magical, a true fairy-tale setting that fit Moxie’s vision perfectly—but it also meant dealing with him.

The door burst open with a flamboyant flourish, and Sanji groaned internally.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite candy boy!” Ivankov declared, twirling into the room in an outrageous suit made entirely of flowers. Only Iva could pull off something so audacious.

“What do you want?” Sanji muttered, barely masking his annoyance.

“That’s no way to greet your mentor! And the flower girl of your wedding!” Ivankov retorted, clutching his chest dramatically.

Sanji rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror to ignore Iva’s antics.

“Anyway,” Iva continued with a mischievous grin, “I just wanted to let you know… a very special guest has arrived for your wedding.”

Before Sanji could even ask who, Iva twirled out of the room, scattering flower petals behind him.

Sanji exhaled a plume of smoke, his curiosity piqued. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and Sanji froze. Standing there, looking as gruff as ever, was Zeff.

The old man’s eyes softened as he looked at Sanji. “You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you, you little brat?”

Sanji stood abruptly, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips. His voice wavered. “You old geezer… I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Zeff’s expression remained stern, but there was a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, limping over with his peg leg. His gaze swept over Sanji’s suit. “Pink suits you.”

Sanji blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks… Dad.”

Zeff stepped closer, adjusting Sanji’s tie with the care of a father seeing his son off. He placed a firm hand on Sanji’s shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You take care of that girl. She’s a good one.”

“She’s not a girl anymore,” Sanji said with a proud smile. “She’s a woman. And she’s beautiful.”

Zeff chuckled, his gruff demeanor returning. “She’ll always be the girl from Baratie who distracted my best waiter.” He smirked before giving Sanji a playful bonk on the head.

“That hurt, you bastard,” Sanji grumbled, rubbing his head, though he couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, son,” Zeff said, his tone softer now. “Let’s get you to the aisle.”

Sanji took a final drag of his cigarette, snuffing it out before linking arms with Zeff. As they exited the dressing room, the chatter outside quieted, and all eyes turned to the groom. The whispers of admiration didn’t go unnoticed—especially when they saw Zeff walking beside him.

When they reached the altar, Zeff patted Sanji’s back. “You’ll do great, you little brat. Just don’t screw it up.”

Sanji chuckled, his nerves settling slightly as he watched the groomsmen and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle. Nami looked stunning in a pink dress, Robin elegant in deep purple. Usopp and Brook followed in matching purple suits, while Luffy sported a pink tuxedo and matching hat, grinning ear to ear. The color scheme of pink and purple was vibrant and perfectly fitting for Moxie’s dream wedding.

Zoro took his place beside Sanji, crossing his arms with a scowl. “Can’t wait to see how you screw this up, love cook.”

Sanji scoffed. “I’d rather die than mess this up, moss head.”

“Is that so? Because I bet—”

“Enough!” Nami snapped, glaring at the two of them. “This is Moxie’s special day, and I won’t have you ruining it!”

Sanji instantly melted into heart-eyed adoration. “Of course, Nami-swan~!”

Nami rolled her eyes, while Zoro muttered something under his breath.

Sanji turned his attention back to the ceremony, scanning the lineup. Then he frowned. “Where the hell is Franky?”

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The scene shifted to the bride’s dressing room, where Moxie paced in tight circles. She was a vision of beauty in her wedding gown: a soft pink, mermaid-style dress adorned with delicate flower sequins that shimmered under the light. The off-the-shoulder, sheer purple lace complemented her figure perfectly, adding an ethereal quality to her look. Atop her head sat a floral crown of clovers, with a pink veil cascading down from beneath it, framing her face like a dream. But despite her breathtaking appearance, her movements betrayed her nerves.

“Damn it, I’m so nervous,” she muttered under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she continued her restless pacing. Her heart was pounding, not from excitement but from the gnawing fear that something—anything—could go wrong. She loved Sanji more than anything in the world, but the doubts wouldn’t stop whispering in the back of her mind.

A sudden knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts. She spun around, running to open it, and sighed in relief when she saw Franky standing there, his towering frame filling the doorway.

“Thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed, grabbing his mechanical hand and yanking him inside before he could even greet her properly.

“Do you have it?” she asked urgently, her eyes wide and desperate.

Franky chuckled, patting his chest with a proud grin. “Of course! I never leave the Sunny without it!” He opened a compartment in his mechanical chest, and with a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of cola.

Moxie didn’t waste a second. She snatched the bottle out of his hand and started chugging it like her life depended on it.

“Whoa, whoa!” Franky raised an eyebrow, watching in disbelief. “You’re not even gonna savor it? That’s some quality cola, you know!”

Moxie finished the bottle in record time, letting it clatter to the floor as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I needed that,” she panted, already feeling a little calmer.

“Clearly,” Franky said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just downed that at SUPER speed. Impressive, though.”

Moxie collapsed into the chair at her vanity, her hands running through her perfectly styled hair. “I’m so tired…” she confessed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “I couldn’t sleep at all last night. At first, I thought it was excitement, but nope—just nerves. Pure, unrelenting nerves.” She groaned, rubbing at her eyes. “Do I look awful? Are my eye bags showing? I tried to cover them up with makeup, but I don’t trust myself right now.”

Franky leaned down, inspecting her face like a craftsman evaluating his work. “Nope. Can’t even tell. You’ve got some SUPER makeup skills.”

Moxie smirked, a hint of pride breaking through her stress. “Thanks. If I weren’t a badass pirate, I’d totally consider being a makeup artist,” she joked, half-serious.

The lighthearted moment passed as Franky’s expression grew serious. He crouched to her level, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Alright, Moxie. What’s really going on?” His voice was calm but firm, and his piercing gaze told her there was no getting out of this conversation.

“I’m fine,” she said weakly, trying to wave him off.

Franky didn’t budge. “Don’t give me that crap. I’m your big bro, remember? You can tell me anything. What’s eating at you?”

Moxie sighed, finally meeting his eyes before looking away. She knew she couldn’t lie to Franky, not when he cared so much. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I just… I keep wondering if I deserve this. If I deserve to be Sanji’s wife.”

Franky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you do! Sanji loves you, and you love him. Why would you think you don’t deserve him?”

“It’s just…” Her voice cracked as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Sanji’s an angel. He’s perfect—sweet, kind, a complete gentleman. And then there’s me. I’m a broken, messed-up woman who can’t even be left alone for an hour without freaking out. I’m afraid… that the clinginess he finds cute now is gonna get old. What if he gets tired of me?”

Franky sighed deeply, his mechanical hand tightening on her shoulder. “Moxie, you’re your own worst enemy. You wear this mask of confidence, but I see right through it. You’re always tearing yourself down, and honestly? It pisses me off. You’re amazing, quirks and all. Sure, you’ve got your baggage—hell, we all do—but that doesn’t make you any less deserving of love. Sanji knows you, the real you, and he still chose you. That’s gotta mean something.”

Tears welled up in Moxie’s eyes, her voice shaking as she whispered, “I just… I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve the good things in my life. I grew up thinking I was selfish, that I didn’t deserve happiness. And now, with Sanji… It feels too good to be true. Like I’m going to mess it all up somehow.”

Franky’s expression softened, but his voice was resolute. “Listen to me, Moxie. Sanji doesn’t need or want someone ‘perfect.’ He wants you. You’re the woman he fell in love with, the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. You think he’s perfect, right? Well, guess what? He thinks the same about you. So stop doubting yourself and go marry your Prince Charming. Make that dream of yours come true.”

Moxie stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. Slowly, she wiped her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her veil.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I need to stop letting these stupid thoughts ruin this for me. I came here to marry my Prince Charming, not to back out like an idiot.” She smiled, small but determined. “I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”

Franky grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, let’s get out there and make this the most SUPER wedding ever.”

Moxie laughed softly, linking her arm with his. Together, they walked out of the dressing room, her nerves easing with every step.

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The scene shifts back to the ceremony, where Sanji stands at the altar, surrounded by friends, family, and crewmates. The air hums with anticipation. Brook, sitting at the orchestra, begins playing the traditional wedding march, his bony fingers gracefully gliding over the keys.

Sanji’s heart races as he hears the first notes of the song. His eyes instinctively snap to the aisle, only to widen in disbelief as Iva strides forward, a whirlwind of drama in his flower-covered suit. He scatters petals with wild, exaggerated flair, laughing to himself.

“Flowers here… flowers there… flowers everywhere!” Iva declares, tossing the petals with theatrical precision.

Sanji twitches, his eyebrow ticking in irritation at Iva’s antics. He mutters under his breath, “Does he have to make everything about him?”

But all irritation melts away the instant he sees her. At the top of the aisle, Moxie appears on Franky’s arm, radiant in a pink flowery dress. The soft light catches the details of her gown, making her seem ethereal. Gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd.

“She’s gorgeous,” someone whispers.

“She’s stunning,” another agrees.

Sanji’s jaw drops, his eyes turning into cartoon hearts as he stares at her. His breath catches in his throat.

From the back, Zeff chuckles, arms crossed. “That idiot finally did something right,” he murmurs, pride evident in his voice.

As Iva takes his place beside Sanji at the altar, he leans in with a mischievous grin. “That dress she’s wearing? I picked it out entirely myself. You’re welcome.” He sashays into place, leaving Sanji to glare daggers at him.

Franky, striding with all the confidence of a shipwright, escorts Moxie down the aisle. Noticing Sanji’s slack-jawed expression, he grins. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he says loudly enough for the whole crowd to hear.

Sanji doesn’t respond—he’s in too deep a trance.

When they reach the altar, Franky gently lets go of Moxie, patting her hand. “You’ve got this, sis,” he whispers before stepping into place with the other groomsmen.

Moxie steps forward, stopping directly in front of Sanji. Behind her veil, she smiles warmly. “I’ve always loved you in pink,” she teases softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him.

Sanji immediately drops to his knees, overwhelmed by the sight of her. Tears stream from his eyes as he gazes up at her. “You’re so beautiful…” he breathes.

Without warning, he wraps his arms around her legs, nuzzling them affectionately. “I need to kiss you right now,” he declares, locking eyes with her under the veil. “I have to—”

Before he can act on his impulse, Zoro steps in, grabbing Sanji by the collar and yanking him backward. “Wait until the pastor says you can kiss her, you idiot! This is a ceremony, not one of your damn fantasies!”

Sanji flushes crimson, coughing awkwardly as he straightens himself. “Fine, fine… You’re right,” he mumbles, embarrassed. For once, he doesn’t argue. He adjusts his tie and stands upright, trying to compose himself as the officiant steps forward.

The officiant clears his throat, his voice warm and resonant.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Sanji and Moxie in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have everyone here to join us today. The groom and bride would like to thank their guests for being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives.”

As the officiant speaks, Sanji and Moxie exchange tender glances. His words blur into the background as they get lost in each other’s eyes. Both of them are fighting the urge to pull the other into their arms and kiss right there and then. But they hold back, determined to respect the ceremony.

The officiant’s next words bring them back to the moment.

“Sanji and Moxie, the sacred vows you make to one another today present you with the opportunity to express your love in your own words. I would at this time invite you to publicly declare your vows.”

Turning to Sanji, the officiant says, “Sanji, you may begin by making your promise to your soon-to-be wife, Moxie.”

Sanji takes a deep, trembling breath, the emotions in his chest almost too much to bear. He steps forward and begins:

“Moxie-moon, my love, my life, my everything. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Your strength, your beauty, your fiery spirit—you’ve captured my heart and soul. I promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you for the rest of our lives.”

He pauses to wipe away a tear.

“I promise to make you laugh, to hold you when you cry, and to always be your rock, your support. I promise to cook for you, to dance with you, and to love you with every fiber of my being. I promise to stand by your side, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and I will love you forever and always. I, Sanji Vinsmoke, take you, Moxie, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

His voice cracks as he finishes, his heart overflowing with love and adoration.

Moxie, tearing up, squeezes his hands. She takes a deep breath before launching into her own vows:

“Oh, Sanji… my sweet, handsome Sanji. From the moment I met you at the Baratie, I knew you were the one for me. Your perfect little swirly eyebrows, your dazzling smile, and those beautiful eyes—how could I resist? When I was ready to give up on love, you came into my life like a fairy tale prince. I don’t care how corny it sounds—our love is magic, and I’m so glad it’s real. You’re the best chef in the entire world and now that you’re not sneaking me bites behind Zeff’s back, I get to enjoy your cooking freely—and often. I’m so proud of you, Sanji. You’re strong, talented, and way too handsome for your own good, but somehow, I’m the lucky one who gets to call you mine.”

Moxies voice then cracks out of pure love and happiness. “I can’t wait to marry you, my stinky baby. And thank you, thank you for making my dream of finding love come true.”

Sanji tries to kiss her after hearing her vows, but once again, he’s intercepted—this time by Zeff, who throws a shoe at his head. “OW! What was that for?!” Sanji complains.

“Wait until the officiant says you can kiss her, you idiot!” Zeff scolds.

Sanji grumbles but quickly turns back to Moxie, his anger melting into adoration at the sight of her

The officiant clears his throat awkwardly, trying to bring the ceremony back on track.

“Sanji and Moxie, please face one another and join hands. Under the eyes of God, Sanji, do you take Moxie to be your lawfully wedded wife? By making this commitment, you are joining in the sacred covenant of marriage.”

He pauses, his tone serious. “Do you promise to honor her in love, to be sensitive to her needs, to comfort her in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in her, so long as you both shall live?”

Sanji meets the officiant’s gaze with equal seriousness, then turns to look at Moxie with pure love and devotion in his eyes. “I do,” he says firmly, his voice filled with sincerity.

The officiant nods and turns to Moxie. “Under the eyes of God, Moxie, do you take Sanji to be your lawfully wedded husband? By making this commitment, you are joining in the covenant of marriage.”

“Do you promise to honor him in love, to be sensitive to his needs, to comfort him in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in him, so long as you both shall live?”

Tears well up in Moxie’s eyes as she answers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I do… I do so freaking much!” Overcome, she squeezes Sanji’s hand tightly, her overwhelming love threatening to bubble over. Sanji sniffles and blinks back his own tears as they share an emotional moment.

The officiant smiles gently and continues. “To commemorate this union, you may now exchange rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your eternal love and commitment to one another. Let these rings remind you always of that love, and of the promises you have made here today.”

He addresses Sanji first. “Sanji, please repeat after me as you place the ring on your loved one’s hand: ‘I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Sanji nods, his eyes shining with excitement. He takes the ring from the officiant, holding it carefully. “I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” His voice is steady but brimming with emotion as he slips the ring onto Moxie’s finger. His fingers brush hers gently, and he adds softly, “Ah, Moxie-Moon… you’re officially mine now.” A wide grin spreads across his face, radiating pure joy.

The officiant turns to Moxie. “Moxie, please repeat after me: ‘I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Moxie repeats the words, her voice sweet but full of playful affection. “I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” She slides the ring onto Sanji’s finger with a teasing smile. “Looks like you’re officially mine too~” Her eyes twinkle as she stares at him, both teasing and sincere.

Sanji chuckles, looking at the ring on his finger. “Ah, Moxie-Moon… You’re right. I’m officially yours now.” He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “I like the sound of that.”

The officiant beams. “By the power vested in me by myself, I now pronounce you, Sanji and Moxie, as husband and wife, lawfully wedded before God.” He grins, moving to the part everyone’s been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride, forever sealing your union!”

Sanji lights up with happiness. “Ah, thank you, pastor!” He cups Moxie’s face in his hands, his touch gentle. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Moxie-Moon. I love you, my wife.” His voice is full of emotion as he continues, “I promise to always cherish and protect you, to always make you happy, and to always love you with every fiber—”

Moxie doesn’t let him finish. Overcome with anticipation, she grabs him and kisses him passionately. Sanji’s initial shock quickly fades as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her back with equal fervor. “Moxie-Moon,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice breathless.

The crowd erupts into applause and cheers. “You go get him, Moxie!” Franky calls out with a laugh. Chopper blushes and hides his face with his hooves. “Oh my… this is very… passionate,” he mutters shyly.

The kiss grows even more heated, and Moxie lifts Sanji effortlessly, prompting him to instinctively wrap his legs around her waist. They continue their intense make-out session as the crowd gasps. Even the officiant turns bright red, averting his eyes. “Ahem… perhaps we should—oh my,” he stammers, thoroughly embarrassed.

Iva smirks mischievously, watching the scene unfold. “Well, well… Looks like we know who’s wearing the pants in this relationship. I see right through you, candy boy,” he says with a knowing grin.

Eventually, Moxie and Sanji pull away from their passionate embrace, both breathless. The crowd is divided between stunned silence and roaring approval. Zeff, Sanji’s old mentor, rubs his eyes and bursts into laughter, muttering something about his boy’s dramatic flair.

The officiant, grateful for the pause, clears his throat and raises his hands. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, it is my great honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Vinsmoke!”

The newlyweds turn to face the cheering crowd as their hands remain intertwined. Moxie waves warmly at Jahmike, who grins and gives her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. From across the room, Princess Viola winks playfully and blows Moxie a teasing kiss. Moxie’s cheeks turn pink, but she simply smirks and looks away, choosing instead to focus on her husband. Sanji glances over at Zeff and his former Baratie coworkers, giving them a warm wave. Zeff, clearly holding back tears, rubs his eyes and laughs quietly to himself, pride shining through his usual gruff demeanor.

With the interactions behind them, the world seems to quiet as Moxie and Sanji begin their walk down the aisle. Hand in hand, they move together with perfect harmony, their love radiating in every step. Moxie gazes up at Sanji, her heart swelling with happiness so intense it feels like a dream. Sanji’s eyes never leave hers, his smile soft, filled with unspoken promises. As they walk, he leans closer and whispers, his voice tender, “You’re my dream come true, Moxie-Moon.”

The moment feels timeless, as if it belongs to them alone. With each step, their love shines brighter, lighting the path to the rest of their lives together.

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Time Skip: After the Wedding Ceremony

The guests were now seated, enjoying drinks and lively conversation. Robin stood and gently tapped her glass, signaling for everyone’s attention. She smiled at the newlyweds as she began her toast.

“A toast to the happy couple—Sanji and Moxie. May your love flourish like a fine wine and your days together be as smooth as its finish. And remember, Moxie, if Sanji ever overcooks a dish, there’s always poison in the kitchen to keep him in check,” she added with a sly, dark humor.

The room erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps.

Sanji chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, while Moxie let out a genuine laugh. “Good one, Robin!” Moxie said, lifting her glass of red wine. She took a sip, savoring the taste with a pleased expression.

Sanji leaned closer, his voice soft and flirtatious. “Did I do a good job picking it out? I made sure to choose only the finest wine for the finest lady.”

Moxie set her glass down, her face suddenly serious. “Nah, it tastes like crap.”

Sanji froze, his expression falling into a crestfallen pout. “W-What? Moxie—”

Before he could say more, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she burst into laughter. “Gotcha! I’m just kidding. It’s perfect, Sanji.”

Sanji let out a relieved laugh, holding a hand over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Moxie-Moon! I might’ve cried if you really hated it.”

At that moment, Zeff approached the table, his burly frame towering over the couple. He gave Sanji a proud look before turning his attention to Moxie. “Well done, Sanji. And you—Moxie, is it? Glad to see this is the woman my idiot eggplant chose to marry.” His eyes twinkled with a hint of humor as he added, “Though maybe I should’ve brought diapers as a wedding gift, considering the whole ‘stinky baby’ thing.”

Sanji’s face turned bright red, and he waved his hands defensively. “It’s just a nickname, old man!”

“I know, I know. Just messing with you, kid.” Zeff chuckled, patting Sanji firmly on the shoulder. Then, he turned to Moxie, his tone softening. “Take care of him, okay? He’s been through a lot, but he’s got a heart of gold. I’m proud of the man he’s become—and the husband he’ll be. You’ve got yourself a good one.”

Moxie smiled warmly and shook Zeff’s hand. “Thank you, Zeff. I promise to take care of him, too.”

Zeff nodded and walked away, leaving the couple be.

Suddenly, the sound of enthusiastic eating caught their attention. Luffy was gorging himself on the wedding feast, fried chicken and seafood pasta scattered haphazardly across the table in front of him.

“Can’t you have manners for once?!” Sanji yelled, his eye twitching in frustration.

“But the food’s soooo good!” Luffy said through a mouthful. “Who made it?”

“Who else?” Sanji puffed his chest out proudly. “I made everything—the food, the cake, every single dish you’ve stuffed your face with!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Moxie said, grabbing Sanji’s arm and pulling him close. She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. “I love my stinky chef’s cooking.”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he swooned. “Moxie-Moon!” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheek against hers, basking in her affection.

“Uh, Sanji,” Chopper interrupted shyly, approaching the couple. “Not to be rude, but… when are we going to have the cake?”

Before Sanji could respond, Luffy jumped up comically. “Yeah! When’s cake time?!”

Usopp overheard and started a chant. “Cake! Cake! Cake!” Chopper and Luffy eagerly joined in, pumping their fists in the air.

Sanji sighed, slightly annoyed that his moment with Moxie had been interrupted. “Quiet down! We’ll have the cake when Moxie-Moon says so.”

“Actually, now’s the perfect time,” Moxie said with a smile.

Sanji’s mood instantly brightened, and his cartoon hearts returned. “Then cake time it is!”

The couple moved to the elegant white wedding cake, adorned with intricate flower designs and topped with edible figures of themselves. Sanji looked at it proudly. “This,” he said, “is my masterpiece. A rich chocolate cake with layers of hazelnut cream, made with only the finest ingredients. It’s a dessert fit for my queen.”

He handed Moxie the first slice. “You first, my darling wife.”

Moxie grinned as she accepted it. “Only if you insist, my handsome husband.” Their eyes locked lovingly as she took a bite. Her elegant demeanor slipped as she exclaimed, “Holy shit, this is delicious!”

Sanji laughed, only to have Moxie suddenly shove a forkful of cake into his mouth. He looked startled but quickly chewed and swallowed. “Wow,” he said smugly, “I really outdid myself this time.”

Moxie smirked and smeared a bit of frosting on his face.

“Moxie!” he exclaimed, blushing furiously.

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Food fight!” he shouted, rushing toward the cake.

“Absolutely not!” Sanji and Zeff yelled in unison.

Luffy froze, pouting as he trudged back to his seat. “Lame,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, Moxie leaned in and licked some frosting off Sanji’s cheek. His face turned bright red as his nose began to bleed. “Moxie-Moon!” he stammered, his eyes returning to heart shapes.

“What? I like my Sanji face cake,” she teased.

“Oh, Moxie…” Sanji wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, much to the cheers and laughter of their guests.

Eventually, everyone got their slice of cake and settled back down. Moxie watched Sanji animatedly describe the cake’s rich flavors to his old Baratie coworkers, his passion for cooking shining brightly.

Nami approached Moxie from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” she said softly.

Moxie turned to face her, a bit surprised but smiling. “Oh, hey, Nami!”

Nami hesitated for a moment, her usual cool demeanor faltering. “I just wanted to say… I’m really happy for you two. Sanji really needed someone like you in his life. And, well… maybe you needed him too.” Her cheeks turned slightly pink as she quickly added, “Not that I’m getting all sentimental or anything.”

Moxie’s eyes softened as she looked at Nami. “That means a lot, Nami. Thank you.” She grinned and leaned in to pull her into a warm hug. Nami stiffened at first, clearly unused to the display of affection, but then awkwardly patted Moxie on the back.

As they pulled apart, Moxie chuckled. “You know, I used to think you were my competition for Sanji.”

Nami’s eyes widened for a split second before she scoffed dramatically, flipping her hair. “Over my dead body! That perverted cook is all yours. Trust me, I’m not cut out for dealing with him.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be saying that since he’s your husband now.”

Moxie laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, I know he’s a handful. And a total pervert. But…” She turned her gaze toward Sanji, who was animatedly talking with his old Baratie coworkers. His face lit up with passion as he described the layers of the cake, his hands gesturing excitedly. “He’s my pervert. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

Nami followed her gaze, watching Sanji wave enthusiastically when he noticed Moxie looking at him. His lovestruck grin was as bright as ever.

Nami shook her head with a small smirk. “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.” She nudged Moxie playfully. “Go on, lovebird. Your stinky chef is waiting.”

Moxie laughed, her cheeks warming. “Thanks, Nami. For everything.”

Without another word, Moxie made her way across the room, weaving between guests. As she approached Sanji, his eyes lit up even more, and he extended a hand toward her. She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her close.

“There you are, my Moxie-Moon,” Sanji said, his voice low and filled with affection.

“Here I am,” Moxie replied, smiling up at him. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Sanji wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Moxie,” he whispered, “you’re my everything.”

The two swayed gently together, lost in their own little world, as the rest of the wedding celebration carried on around them.

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It was nighttime now, and the sounds of lively music filled the air. Soft pink and purple lights illuminated the venue, casting a dreamy glow over the celebration. Everyone was enjoying themselves, drinks flowing and laughter echoing in the night. On the dance floor, Moxie and Brook were having a silly dance-off, twirling and spinning with exaggerated movements. Brook spun her dramatically, and she let out a playful laugh—until she found herself caught by Sanji’s steady hands.

“May I have this dance?” Sanji asked, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers, sparkling with the undeniable love he felt for her.

Moxie’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed back at him, her green eyes shimmering. “You may,” she said, placing her hand in his and allowing him to pull her closer.

The music shifted into a slow, romantic melody as Sanji wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle sway. They danced in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and natural as if the world around them had melted away.

“You have the most beautiful green eyes,” Sanji said softly, his voice tender as he stared into them. He’d told her this countless times before, but every time he said it, he meant it more than the last.

Moxie blushed faintly, lowering her gaze for a moment. “You always say that… and yet, you still manage to fluster me every single time.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at how easily he made her heart flutter.

Sanji gently lifted her chin with his fingers, his touch warm and reassuring. “Don’t look down, mon amour. Let me admire them just a little longer.” His voice was a quiet murmur, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the only woman in the world.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the loud ping of a button flying off Franky’s suit. It hit Usopp square in the eye.

“Oops! My bad, bro—!” Franky said, rushing over to the now-fuming sniper. “Can I get you a nice iced cola for that eye?” He pulled out a cola from his chest compartment and handed it over.

Usopp snatched it with a scowl, pressing the cold can to his face. “This is just great…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.

Moxie couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, and Sanji let out a resigned sigh. He was glad she found it funny, but he had really hoped for an uninterrupted moment with her.

Mimi, the ship’s tailor and Franky’s girlfriend, strolled over with a playful smirk. “How many times do I have to fix this for you?” she teased, feigning exasperation as she pulled out a needle and thread from her purse. She began sewing the button back onto his suit while Franky chuckled nervously.

Moxie turned her attention back to Sanji, her laughter fading into a soft smile. She leaned in and gave him an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose gently against his. Sanji’s pout instantly melted into a smile, and he gave her one in return.

“My stinky baby…” she said affectionately, her voice warm and teasing.

“My Moxie-Moon…” he replied, nuzzling his nose against hers.

They continued to dance together under the soft lights, stealing precious moments of intimacy before eventually sneaking away from the crowd. Hand in hand, they wandered to a quiet bench under the starry sky, the twinkling lights above creating the perfect romantic backdrop.

Sanji sighed contentedly, looking up at the heavens. “You know, Moxie… the stars don’t hold a candle to you. You’re the brightest thing in my world.”

Moxie laughed at his earnest attempt at flirting. “You’re so cheesy, baby,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “But I love you for it.”

Sanji smiled, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I’m cheesy for you, mademoiselle,” he murmured, leaning his head gently on top of hers.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace, until Moxie broke it. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon in Dressrosa…” she said with a soft sigh, her voice tinged with excitement.

Sanji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Neither can I, my love. Just don’t blame me if we don’t leave the hotel room for a while…”

Moxie gasped and playfully punched his shoulder. “Pervert!” she scolded, though a teasing grin spread across her face. “But you’re my pervert.” She leaned in and gave his cheek a light bite, causing him to wince slightly.

“That’s right. I’m your perv—hey! I’m a gentleman!” Sanji protested with a pout.

Moxie smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Can’t you be both?” she teased, tilting her head.

Sanji couldn’t help but smile at her, his heart full to bursting. He pulled her into a deep kiss, one hand cupping her cheek as he poured every ounce of love he felt into the gesture. When they pulled apart, he gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her blush.

“How could I not be a little perverted when I married such a gorgeous fox?” he said, his voice dripping with adoration.

Moxie’s cheeks flushed bright red. Before she could respond, Sanji’s expression turned serious. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter before taking a slow drag. “Franky told me what you said to him earlier…” he began, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Moxie stiffened slightly, caught off guard.

“And I want to make one thing clear,” he continued, his tone low and firm. “You deserve me, Moxie. There’s never been a second where you didn’t. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You’ve given me a happiness I didn’t think was possible.”

Moxie’s eyes filled with tears, her bottom lip trembling. “Sanji…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body.

Sanji’s eyes widened in panic. “You’re going to ruin your makeup!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm.

“To hell with my makeup!” Moxie shot back, looking up at him with mascara streaking down her face. Her voice was filled with raw emotion. “Can’t you just… stop making me love you more than I already thought was possible?”

Before he could respond, she grabbed him and kissed him fiercely, her tears mixing with their kiss. Sanji was momentarily stunned but quickly melted into it, holding her tightly as if she might disappear. When they finally pulled apart, both were left breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s.

“I love you,” they both said at the same time, their voices blending in perfect unison.

They stared at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter.

Moments later, Jinbe appeared, clearing his throat gently. “Ah, Moxie and Sanji, the guests were wondering where the bride and groom disappeared to. I was sent to find you, but I can give you a moment longer if you need it.”

Moxie smiled and stood, brushing off her dress. “Nah, we’re good to head back.” She glanced down at Sanji, extending a hand to him. “What about you, stinky baby?”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he grabbed her hand. “Anything for my Moxie-Moon~”

With their fingers interlocked, they followed Jinbe back to the wedding venue, ready to rejoin the celebration. As they walked, the night sky sparkled above them, a perfect reflection of the love they shared.

The end.

Tag list:

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@flusteredladylover @lances-wife

[bujlililu]

Day 14: unexpected

That's what you call it when your friend coworker shows up in the middle of the night, needing company and comfort from the most emotionally unavailable person ever

[cetaceanhandiwork]

Eight years ago, Tumblr user @the-alligator-queen-blog​ began an annual tradition called Self Insert Week: a weeklong challenge/jam/etc where participants are encouraged to make fanworks with themselves as the main character.

This year, this storied Tumblr festival will begin on Sunday, May 5th, and last through Saturday, May 11th.

Why participate? Well, in its founder’s own words, it’s “a fun reason to make ourselves into the awesome characters we daydream up while going about our normal lives”.

But it’s also, in my view, a strike back at the common tendency to see fanwork – and creative work more generally – as such Serious Business that it’s not allowed to be openly self-indulgent. People worry so much, these days, about whether their artistic endeavors are “good enough”, or are a credit to their Brand, or whatever. I think that’s sad. Maybe even a little unhealthy, if we do it all the time. What’s the harm, really, if not everything we write is Serious Literature? Who said it had to be? Why can’t we embrace the cringe every now and again, so long as it sparks joy?

So this event is an upside-down festival for creative works: an excuse – carte blanche and imprimatur – to indulge in all the silly fandom escapism you’d eschew in a more normal week. Go smooch your favorite Stardew Valley bachelor in Photoshop. Tell us about your wacky adventures exploring the Island Dungeon. Go wild! There’s no sign-up to participate, no masterpost, nothing like that. Just write, draw, and post your stuff under #self insert week 2024 so that we can all cheer each other on. :)

[arsene-fixates]

Good night my tender one, my inexpressible delight.

commission by @livingd3adqpid !!

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Little dump of Cherry x Mojo doodles, including a redraw of a PATB screenshot I saw on Twitter ❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜 Would the ship name be Cherrojo? Mojerry? Fuck it, here they are uwu 💖💖💖

[ 🧡 Reblogs are all seen and so appreciated, I screenshot every sweet tag I get 🥺🥺🥺 Click for higher quality! Tag list will be under the cut! 🧡]

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