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Love/Hate me more [tom holland smut] part one

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Description: You and your co-star Tom Holland can't seem to get along. After the big premiere of your movie, things change.

Word Count: 9.5k (4.6k words of pure smut)

A/N: This is part of @venomsilk's valentine bingo! See my valentine bingo card attached at the end of the post. If you do not want to get spoiled: don't read the tags and warnings and be surprised! I hope you enjoy it!

Part two is out now here!

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Tags: actress!reader, coworkers, enemies to lovers, fake dating, unhappy ending

Warnings: SMUT (18+), swearing, angst, pwp, PIV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cockwarming, fingering, spanking, oral (m&f receiving), dom!tom but also slight dom!reader at some point, slight choking, namecalling (s word), 'hatefucking'

Tom had a very good reputation. Almost spotless. Always punctual, always nice - almost courteous - and such a pleasure to work with. No logic could explain then why you and him just could not stand each other. When you were cast to play opposite Tom Holland in a spy thriller you were excited at first. So how come from the first time you met you both despised each other?

He always got on your nerves with his optimism and endless talking. Always energetically running around set, always charming everyone. He was like a small golden retriever puppy, who never stopped barking. This would be a positive for most people, but needless to say, you were a cat person.

In ways, you were also more like a cat. Calm, strategic, elegant, maybe a little judgmental and sometimes even snippy but always professional. From the get-go, you both knew that you wouldn't be friends. He's just too annoying.

On-screen you were playing spies working for opposite sides. Slowly they turn from rivals into lovers until they both unknowingly double-cross their own side to save each other.

Off-screen you developed a rivalry as well (only that it didn't turn into love). Everyone around you seemed to be oblivious to your spiel. Maybe they thought you both just went full method but secretly have mutual respect and admiration for each other (which obviously wasn't the case). But it was fine. You both avoided each other as best as you could on set. Delivering on your scenes like professionals, bickering with each other between takes, rolling eyes when you thought the other person wouldn't be able to see. You probably completely ruined the studio's chances of making a gag reel since all of the footage where one of you would mess up would just show the other person visibly annoyed.

Eventually, you had to reunite for a press tour, where the both of you did a fantastic job of convincing the public that you were actually very close friends, always praising each other (which you hated because Tom knew full well that he was a great actor) and making up set stories that never happened. Apparently, some fans were convinced that there was something more between you (dozens of YouTube videos compiling 'flirtatious' moments between the two of you could attest to that). Seemingly, your bickering read more like flirting. So much so, that halfway through the press tour the film studio approached you and Tom and heavily suggested you up the flirtations. The fans ate it up - fully convinced now that you had been secretly dating since shooting the movie.

The week before the premiere in Los Angeles the studio called you in for another quick meeting. This time they had more concrete plans. They presented a strategy that would include shots of the two of you "getting cosy" on the beach which the paparazzi would coincidentally take. And then the two of you would attend the premiere together, walk the red carpet and give everyone a little bit of a show ("Actually, nothing is off-limits").

You both agreed. After all, it's just a job, right? It's just acting.

Which is how you ended up on the sidewalk of the hotel you stayed at, waiting to be picked up by Tom. He was 10 minutes late, of course, when he pulled up in this ridiculous Porsche. You didn't care for cars. You drove yourself if you absolutely had to. But you never really liked the type of man who was like super into cars for some weird reason (using cars as a status symbol). You would take a long ride on a crammed up bus with poor ventilation any day if it meant you wouldn't be trapped in a ritzy car with one Tom Holland. When you got into the car, Tom didn't even bother to turn down the loud music blasting through the speakers.

"You're late," you snipped.

No response.

The car's engine roared obnoxiously as Tom pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. You rolled your eyes.

"We should probably get into the mood of actually liking each other," you suggested after a few minutes of silence, struggling to speak loud enough over the music.

"What? You don't like me?" Tom said sarcastically while putting on an obvious fake smile.

"I would like you more if you turned down your stupid radio pop music," you said. Tom rolled his eyes at you and turned off the music.

"You would prefer if I played some of your pretentious indie music," he said putting indie into air quotes.

"Yes, I would actually"

"You know, I'm surprised that you even acted in this big mainstream movie since it's not real cinema," air quotes again.

You knew that his characterisation of you was right, but you weren't gonna let him have this point.

"You know, I had perfectly fine plans for this afternoon, maybe watching a good film, but since I'm stuck with you, you could maybe make it suck a little less if you weren't so annoying as usual,"

"Yeah, I see you put on something nice for a change," Tom joked in reference to the outfit you were wearing. You hated that you had to put on something cute and make yourself presentable for Tom.

"I see you didn't return the favour," you shot back.

Surprisingly, Tom didn't take offence to your remark but laughed instead. Even more surprisingly, now you had to fight back a small grin appearing on your lips yourself.

"I was thinking, since there are different societal expectations for actors and actresses in the current patriarchal state of Hollywood, nobody would care that the man of the couple would turn up in a white tee and pair of jeans to a date," Tom said clearly parodying your characteristically snappish line of delivery.

"I- wh- did-," you stammered briefly before deciding on "excuse me?"

You looked at Tom, taken aback. You couldn't tell whether he believed in what he just said or whether he said this to take the piss out of you. "Did you just use my own arguments against me?" How dare Tom use what you taught him against you when before, he wouldn't even have been able to construct such a sentence. How dare he out-woke you.

"Don't act as if it's your original thought," Tom shot back with a raised eyebrow (he was right, you shouldn't).

"I know"

"Besides, shouldn't you break those social norms by not playing into those stereotypes?" he added.

"You, out of all people, don't get to tell me what I should do or shouldn't do to be a good feminist," you said as Tom was narrowly close to seriously angering you.

"I'm taking the piss," Tom said, almost softly.

"Well, I need you to shut up"

You side-eyed Tom and saw that he was looking at you with an amused smirk. You could tell that he was holding himself back from saying something which would probably make your blood boil (thank god, he respected your request and kept his mouth shut).

After a few minutes, you noticed Tom looking at you again. You glared at him before going back to look at your phone. At the next red light, you looked up to see him stare at you again.

"What? Get your eyes on the road," you said annoyed, maybe a little nervous that he was looking at you for so long.

"If I may speak..." Tom said smirking.

"Oh my god, what is it?"

"We're almost there and just purely for the sake of the cameras - believe me, I wouldn't dare to do so otherwise, you know that I find you absolutely repulsive", you knew that he was joking with at least the last part.

"Misogynist," you quipped.

"- we should maybe try to at least act like we can stand each other... I don't know, just a suggestion," Tom smirked.

"I'm a decent actress but I don't know if I can do that," you said.

"y/n, you're a brilliant actress!" Tom said mimicking the tone he would use in interviews to praise you.

You realised that you were dangerously close to actually enjoying Tom's presence and the banter you had. You caught Tom looking at you to check for your reaction but you weren't gonna give him that satisfaction, so you just returned a blank stare.

"Alright, director's note," Tom said. "You could try to let me hold your hand maybe or let me put your arm around you at least once. We really should touch at one point. You could laugh at my jokes- wait, you already do that-"

"Shut up"

Tom continued "You could maybe look at me lovingly since we're actually supposed to be in love..."

"Now, that is above my pay grade," you said and Tom laughed, again.

Soon after Tom parked the car on the side of the street and you got out. It was a warm spring day in Los Angeles, the sun shining down on the beach. Tom walked around the car to join you and put his arm around your waist.

"Are the paparazzi already here?" you asked.

"You can never know," Tom said and led you down to the beach to take a stroll.

"Let me put on my sunglasses so I don't have to look at you," you said after a while and Tom laughed over-exaggerated (clearly making a show for the cameras). "I know, I'm too funny," you said.

"Don't flatter yourself, we're on camera," Tom said head softly pointing to a paparazzo in the distance taking pictures of you.

You walked another hundred feet until you slightly shrugged your shoulders, feeling the need to free yourself from Tom's hold on you. Getting the signal, Tom dropped his arm from your waist (without any snarky comment, much to your surprise).

You looked around, out to the sea, up to the soft and few clouds, admiring this beautiful day. You didn't know that such a day wouldn't automatically be ruined by Tom's presence. When your gaze grazed Tom's figure beside you, you noticed him staring at you, his facial expression unreadable.

"Creep," you said.

"What? Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful girlfriend?" Tom joked and your heart fluttered briefly (what?). You rolled your eyes and theatrically pretended to gag until you stopped yourself, remembering you were on camera. "What the fuck," Tom laughed loudly and blood rushed to your face, embarrassed by your mistake.

You tried making up for it by wrapping your arms around Tom to hug him closely. Tom's arms quickly wrapped around you as well, still laughing.

"D'you think they got the shot?" you asked after a while.

"Hm, not yet," Tom said and you didn't protest.

A few days later you were stood beside Tom again. You were wearing a dark green long dress that was hugging your figure in all the right places. Flashing lights were almost blinding your eyes and the shouting of the photographers drowned out every other conceivable noise.

"Here! Tom! Here! y/n! Tom! Give us a kiss!"

It should have been you all by yourself, the paparazzi only shouting your name. Instead, you had to force a convincing smile on your face as the photographers and journalists were only interested in the much more famous Tom Holland or your relationship with him (you knew that it wasn't Tom's fault, but it only added another bullet point to your list of reasons why you couldn't stand him). Tom's arm was wrapped around your waist, his skin tickling you where the back cut out of your dress revealed your skin as he tried everything to avoid touching you there.

You turned your body to face Tom and put your hand on his chest while locking eyes with him. Almost like a reflex, you both smiled at each other lovingly before you both looked at the flashing cameras again.

You kept up the pretence a bit longer until your assistants rushed you along the red carpet to get a few shots of you on your own before you moved along to interviews. There you tried to duck personal questions about your relationship as best as you could by just talking about the movie and telling more lies about each other ("Yeah, he's just the best!" and "She's the sweetest girl you'll ever meet" and "He's the most fun to work with").

"You have such great chemistry on screen! How do you do it?" the interviewer asked immediately as you started your last interview on the red carpet.

"Oh, I have no idea, how we do it," "Thankfully, we're actors,"

You both joked at the same time.

"But really also off-screen," the interviewer continued laughing. "It seems like the whole internet is obsessed with you right now. I just love how you constantly tease each other... It really must be true what they say: teasing is a sign of affection,"

Both you and Tom nervously laughed.

"Right," Tom said.

"You got it all wrong," you said fake laughing. "Tom's the worst, I hate him, I could strangle him," you said and pretended to theatrically choke him with your hands. Tom played along by putting on a shocked facial expression, which made the interviewer laugh.

"You two are the sweetest," she said and you side-eyed Tom when you removed your hands from his throat. "But what's the scoop here, can you tell us more about your relationship?"

"Oh, y/n is just the best to work with, always so positive and fun on set," (lies) "she's so supportive of me and my work," (more lies) "and besides that, I really admire her as a close friend and a- uhm-yeah," (the biggest lie) "but we can't deny nor confirm anything," Tom winked.

"Thank you, have a good night!" the interviewer said and shook both of your hands.

"Great work," Tom whispered a little too close into your ear as you walked away from the interview. His arm was placed low around your waist which you barely allowed.

"Likewise," you muttered.

Tom dropped his arm from your waist as you were out of sight of the paparazzi. As soon as you were sat in your seat in the theatre to watch the movie, you turned it all off. Even though you were sitting beside each other, you didn't exchange a word until the lights got dimmed and the screen in front of you got illuminated.

"You can take off your shoes now," Tom whispered as he leaned over to you just a bit. In one of the interviews, you had joked that your shoes were killing you and that you couldn't wait to take them off.

"Right," you mumbled and went to take them off (slightly confused that Tom remembered or cared ).

As you leaned back into your seat you turned to look at Tom only to see that his eyes were fixated on you still. For a few seconds, your eyes were locked and you tried to get a grasp of what Tom was thinking. As the music of the first scene was filling the auditorium you both turned to look at the screen and ignore each other again.

You tried to forget about Tom's presence beside you and just enjoy the movie and the audience reactions. You were happy and also a bit proud of yourself whenever the audience laughed as your character cracked a joke or whenever they gasped as you pulled off an impressive fight move. Some audience members even cheered when the final kissing scene came on. You laughed in your seat to conceal the blood that was rushing to your face (which was a bad move because it made Tom look at you with a raised brow which only caused your face to become even hotter).

As the credits began rolling, the auditorium cheered as each actor's name got shown (Tom's name was first, of course). You had to fight back tears as everyone was cheering at your name (even Tom was clapping and cheering - maybe as not to be rude).

After one short cut hour at the after-party, mingling with your industry friends, you knew that it was time for the big finale of the night. The studio had arranged for you and Tom to leave the premiere in a limousine together. One last time you both walked across the red carpet, laughing and giggling as Tom's arm was wrapped around your figure again. You were waving to the fans still waiting behind the barricades and the paparazzi taking pictures and videos of you. As you arrived at the car you both turned to the photographers one last time to pose for pictures.

"Beautiful! Tom! y/n! Smile! Give us a kiss! Come on!"

Again, you both turned to look at each other lovingly. If you didn't know any better, you would have believed that it was real. Your smiles were gone now, eyes more lustful maybe. As the shouting of the people around you cheered you on you decided to go in. You leaned forward slowly, giving Tom a chance to back away until you captured Tom's lips in a kiss. Tom's hand was resting on your back as he leaned forward and dipped you slightly backwards (almost theatrical).

You remembered Tom's lips (soft and sweet) as you had to kiss a thousand times on set. But this time it felt different. It wasn't planned, improvised, almost organic while still being staged. Shivers were running down your spine where Tom's fingers were lingering. Even though you couldn't stand the man, you had to admit that he was endlessly attractive. It made this kiss be the most pleasant part of your fake relationship scenario so far.

When you ended the kiss you tried avoiding Tom's gaze as you waved to the cameras one last time before getting into the car, Tom close behind you.

"What the fuck?" Tom said as soon as the door closed.

"Come on, don't pretend like it's my fault," you said rolling your eyes as you sat down.

"Why did you do that?" Tom said, brows furrowed.

"Why not? We were supposed to give them a show," you said as the car started moving. "We've kissed before - why are you making such a big fuss about this?"

"Not like this," Tom said.

"This is no different," you countered, face serious. "Tom Holland, I could kiss you a thousand times and it wouldn't mean a thing."

Tom was visibly taken aback and didn't speak for a few seconds.

"Right, because you hate me too much..." he said eventually. You didn't like that Tom was upset with you. Ever since the press tour, it seemed like your rivalry consisted of joking bickering, not of serious hatred for each other.

"Hate is a strong word, I don't ha-" you said before he interrupted you.

"Oh, come on!" he said rolling his eyes.

"See? At least it's mutual," you pointed out his exaggerated reaction.

"Oh, you think I-" Tom started before he stopped himself and decided to ignore you.

He looked out of the tinted windows. He was sat only a few feet across from you. One bump on the road and your knees would touch.

"I don't get you," Tom turned to look at you again. "One day I think you actually enjoy spending time with me for a few hours and then you pull off shit like this," another pause ensued. "You're driving me insane."

Your eyes were locked with his. Your forehead was wrinkled, actually worrying that you took it too far, that you overstepped, no regard for his boundaries. For a second you considered actually apologising for kissing him.

"I could kiss you a thousand times and it wouldn't mean a thing," he mocked your tone. "I know we fuck around and shit but sometimes you-" Tom stopped himself, not looking at you. "but sometimes you say really hurtful shit,"

Oh. He wasn't upset with you that you kissed him. He was upset because of what you said afterwards.

"Well, to be fair, you do also say hurtful shit sometimes,"

Tom didn't answer and you sat in silence for a good five minutes. When you looked up again you saw Tom staring at you sternly. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to read him. Tom mimicked you, also narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly. You nervously huffed out a puff of air which was supposed to be a soft laugh. In return, you caught a glimpse of something in Tom's eyes (something playful, maybe even lustful) and his lips slowly formed into a daring smirk. You discarded your small purse on the seat beside you, anticipating Tom's next move. Tom leaned back in his seat, his legs spreading slightly.

"Come here," he said and your heart stopped for a second.

"Wha-?" you said, the word getting stuck in your dry throat halfway through.

"Come here and kiss me," he said. "It doesn't mean anything, right?"

Heat rushed through your veins immediately. Nothing in you could stop you from slowly leaning forward (and nothing in you wanted to stop). Tom extended a hand until he cupped your cheek. He brought his face forward as well until your lips collided. The kiss was soft at first, testing the waters until soon both of your lips moved against each other hungrily. You got up from your seat and stumbled forward until you fell into Tom's lap, using your hands to steady yourself on his chest. Instead of breaking the kiss, your lips moved against each other faster.

You tried to position each of your legs beside Tom so you could properly straddle his lap. However, your tight dress hindered you from doing so. Realising your struggle, Tom grabbed the bottom of your gown and slowly pushed it up to your thighs, his hands leaving hot shivers along your skin as his spread apart fingers raked up your thighs. Still not breaking the kiss you were now straddling Tom, his hands lingering on your thighs. As Tom tightened his grip around your skin, you let a moan escape your lips. Breaking the kiss, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.

"Oh, don't get cocky," you rolled your eyes.

"You must be the greatest actress alive if this doesn't do anything for you," he smirked and your heart fluttered just a bit. You didn't know that making Tom smile would feel so good (if you'd known, you would have tried earlier).

This time Tom's lips latched onto your neck. His mouth roamed your skin as he used in hands to push you closer to him. You grabbed a handful of Tom's hair and let your head fall back so he could kiss along your skin easier. You let out another moan when Tom's hands started to massage at your butt under your dress.

"That's it, little slut," Tom whispered lowly. "Let yourself go,"

Another moan toppled out of your mouth.

Soon Tom's lips trailed along the straps of your dress before slowly pushing one strap down your shoulder when you didn't interject. Using one hand, Tom's fingers almost delicately pushed the fabric of your dress down to slowly reveal you only covered in a strapless bra.

Before anything else happened, the limousine stopped.

"We're at your place, Mr Holland," the driver informed you, his voice muffled by the closed partition.

Tom looked at you, eyes dark.

"Do you want me to-"

"Yes," Tom interrupted you before your could finish, knowing what you wanted to say.

Quickly you pulled up your dress again and scrambled for your purse on the car seat as Tom was already getting out of the door.

"No need to drive me home. Have a good night!" you thanked the driver.

"Have a good night, Ma'am," the driver replied.

"Ma'am," Tom repeated as he was stood beside the car door. He held out one hand for you to take as you got out. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully as you took his hand and he led you to his front door.

After Tom unlocked the door and you stepped in, you immediately kicked off your high heels and made your way through Tom's living room. You had never been at his LA house but walking out into the backyard you knew exactly what you were looking for.

"So, this is that hot tub you always brag about?" you asked with a grin as you turned around to face Tom closely following behind you. Tom returned your grin.

"I think you might have too many clothes on your body to get in there," he said and kissed you again.

You slipped your arms underneath Tom's suit jacket and grabbed at his dress shirt, ruffling it in your grip. As his hands found the zipper at the back of your dress another moan escaped your mouth, this time being fully swallowed by his lips. With your grip, you yanked Tom's shirt out of his trousers and went to find the buckle of his belt next. In the meantime Tom had undone the zipper, groaning into your lips, and pushed the fabric of your dress down your body.

"Careful, this isn't mine," you said, breaking the kiss.

Tom took the note as you stepped out of the dress and gathered it up. Carefully he folded the dress and placed it on a table by the glass slide door. As he turned around again he took off his suit jacket and eyed you up and down as you were standing there, only dressed in your strapless bra and panties. When he was stood before you again he placed one hand on the side of your neck, the other on the side of your waist and turned you around until your back was flush with his fully clothed front. His hand was now wrapped around your neck, his breath hot on your exposed skin.

"If I only knew this is what it takes to finally make you shut up, I would have done this much sooner," he whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your neck. You moaned and pushed your ass to the front of Tom's trousers, feeling his hard erection through the fabric. "Needy, huh?" Tom's other hand sneaked around your torso and slowly slid down to your panties. As his fingers pressed down on the fabric he could feel that they were already drenched in your juices. "So, so needy," Tom groaned. "Come on, let's add a little dialogue to your performance. What do you want?"

"I want to suck your cock," you moaned, your head falling back against Tom's shoulder.

"My god," Tom breathed out. "Such a dirty little slut," he murmured against your skin. "On your knees then," You complied and watched as Tom took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt until his hard cock was freed. He placed on hand on your cheek, almost lovingly until he pushed his thumb past your lips into your mouth. "What else do you want, baby girl?" he demanded. Calling you baby girl maybe was a little slip of the tongue.

"Your-", you swallowed around Tom's thumb. "I want your cock inside me. I want you to make me cum. I want you to pound into me until I scream."

"Fuck," Tom muttered and grabbed the sides of your face. "I don't know if you deserve that yet, you're lucky if I do that," he said and brought your face towards his cock.

Your mouth was wide open as you took his length into your mouth. Tom's thumb softly stroked your cheek as you looked up to him innocently. Your tongue twirled around his cock as your lips were stretching around his base. Slowly you began bopping your head and moving your mouth along his member, sucking hard.

"You're taking me so well," Tom praised and you noticed his hips slightly stuttering.

You narrowed your eyes and you touched a hand to his hip. This was the first time you touched him in such an intimate place (aside from his dick being swallowed by your mouth) and it felt so delicately personal. With your hand on his hip, you motioned for him to thrust into your mouth. Tightening the grip on your face, Tom started to thrust into your mouth as you hallowed your cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered under his breath until he couldn't take it anymore and stopped himself. "You're too good," he told you as he pulled out, leaving your mouth empty. "Get into the hot tub," he demanded as he let go of your face and you complied. As he got in, you sat down on his lap immediately, the warm water hugging your body.

"I hope you don't get too comfortable commanding me around," you said and reached behind your back to undo your bra's clasp to reveal your breasts. Tom grinned as he eyed you up and down daringly. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're begging to cum," you said.

"You? Really? Because I think you're gonna be the one begging," Tom said with a raised eyebrow.

"Challenge accepted,"

You hooked your thumb into your panties, pulled them down and completely disregarded them by the poolside. Holding yourself up by Tom's shoulders you positioned yourself above his cock until you lowered yourself onto him. The resistance of the water made it harder for him to slip into you so Tom used his hand to guide himself into you. When you were completely seated on his lap you locked eyes with his. As the both of you leaned forward for a kiss, your teeth clacked against each other making you laugh before Tom swallowed the sound with his lips. Moaning into the kiss you started moving on his cock. Tom wrapped his arms around your body and so did you engulfing him in a hug. It felt intimate and made your heart beat fast to feel your bare chest pressed against Tom's. A feeling you didn't know you craved before.

As you rolled your hips against his, you could feel the tip of his cock nudging you in all the right places. Burrowing your face into his neck you let the moans spill out from your mouth. Biting down on his neck you remembered that you were supposed to make him beg for you. So you tried to hold back your moans and rolled your hips harder.

"Come on, fuck me like you hate me," Tom challenged. For a brief moment, you stopped in your movements before you gritted your teeth. You wrapped one hand around Tom's neck and picked up speed again. This time not caring too much about how sensual your movements would feel for Tom - the harder, the better. "That's more like it," Tom said pleased.

"Quiet," you hissed and ground down into Tom's lap harder while clenching your pussy around him. Tom's low groans grew into breathy moans as the pleasure was rolling over his body. "I said to be quiet," you repeated and tightened the grip around his neck.

To hold back his moans, Tom bit down on his lip hard and let his head fall back (which left you with the most beautiful and heavenly view in front of you). "Fuckfuckfuck," Tom muttered as he couldn't hold back his sounds anymore. "Stop," he huffed out and you did. His hands softly massaged on your waist as he was trying to catch his breath and you let go of his neck. "I don't want to come yet," he said as he sat up straight again. The sight in front of you was to die for. His pupils were blown out, hair ruffled, some strands wet, his lips swollen and his cheeks red.

"What? You can't keep up?", you teased and Tom laughed.

"Oh, we both know that you're the unathletic one. Riding me like this in the water must mean your thighs are burning now," he wasn't wrong.

"But I win the challenge," you insisted.

"Wha- no! I wasn't begging for anything, my darling," Tom smirked and your heart skipped a beat. "What? No rebuttal? Did that darling just knock you out or what?" Tom teased you when you didn't answer.

"Never," you said and softly punched him in the shoulder.

Tom surprised you when one of his hands came up to cup your face and bring you down for a kiss. The kiss would've almost felt romantic if it weren't for Tom's other hand sneaking up to touch your left boob. He broke the kiss to latch his lips onto your nipple. As you were still taking the full length of Tom's cock you went to move yourself on him again but he made you stop with his hand. You were seated in his lap, warm water bubbling around you and his thick cock filling you up as he sucked on your nipple.

Soon his other hand sneaked to your front to finally touch you. It took everything in you not to roll your hips against Tom's when his fingers began circling around your clitoris, massaging your nerve endings. As Tom's teeth sunk into the skin of your breast you let your head fall back. A multitude of delicious moans spilt out of your mouth when his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure on your clit.

"Such a dirty little slut, such a good girl for me," Tom breathed against your skin as he was leaving kisses against your breasts. "Acting as if you hate me when you really just wanted to get railed by me," he hissed and moved his fingers faster on your clit. "You just wanted me to fuck you, till you can't walk straight anymore. You should've let me known earlier, you dirty slut," Instinctively, your hips jolted against his. "Don't move," Tom demanded his hand on your neck again. "Don't move or I won't let you cum," he warned. "Do you want to come, baby girl?" he asked. Before you could hold yourself back any longer you let the words spill out of your mouth.

"Yes, please- I want to cum- I want to cum so bad," you pleaded.

Tom's mouth went to your nipple again and his fingers worked harder on your clit until you couldn't hold back any longer. With a series of moans, you came undone around him, your pussy clenching around his thick cock. Tom's fingers rode out your orgasm until you were only a whimpering mess on top of him. His arms engulfed you into a comforting hug.

"Did I allow you to cum yet?" Tom asked when you pulled back.

"I- wh-," you tried.

"I don't think I did," he interrupted you. "Maybe you're not such a good girl after all," he said and you whimpered needily. He noticed the goosebumps forming on your shoulders and softly kissed there. "If you get off me, I can get you a towel and I can make you cum in my bedroom for a change."

Tom wrapping you up in a towel topped off with a hug really shouldn't feel as good as it did. When he placed a kiss on top of your head you had to wonder whether the both of you finally dropped the pretence of hating each other.

A few minutes later Tom delicately placed you on top of his bed, on your back, towel still wrapped around you. He joined you between your legs, hands carefully pushing the fabric up until he faced your pussy. Immediately, he went to lick along your folds, his lips landing on your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. Tom's hands were placed on top of your thighs, softly caressing there when he could feel your hips bucking from the sensation overload.

"I know you can take it," he murmured against your skin and continued to suck harder on your clit.

Tom moved one hand to your entrance and slipped two fingers into you. Slowly he started to move the fingers in and out of you and patiently listened to your whimpers. Angling his fingertips towards your belly, they pressed down on that sensitive spot on your walls, making your breath hitch. As another wave of pleasure crashed over your body, you couldn't hold back any longer, giving way to another orgasm. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed a fistful of the sheets into your hand as you rode out your orgasm.

Tom kissed the top of your thigh and just when you were about to catch your breath again, he kissed up to your entrance and licked around it until he inserted his tongue. Even though his tongue felt soft in your hole, the stimulation from your orgasm heightened the sensation. Reflexively, you burrowed your hand into his hair which made him moan around your body. Bringing up his hand Tom touched your clit again which made you jolt sharply. Carefully Tom massaged around your clit while his tongue explored your hole as best as he could. With the after-effects of your last orgasm, it only took a few more strokes until you were orgasming again, whimpering and moaning. When Tom moved up from between your legs a big smirk was plastered on his lips.

"What?" you rolled your eyes.

"Nothing," Tom shrugged above you. "You just whimpered my name when you came," he grinned.

"I did not," you said, face hot with embarrassment.

"You did," Tom insisted. "Tomtomtommytommy-yes," he mimicked your high pitched moans.

"Shut up or I'll leave," you said and shoved his shoulder lightly.

"Okay, okay," Tom laughed. "Please stay," he said and gently moved the towel off you.

"Only if you fuck me finally," you challenged.

Tom groaned, smile now wiped from his face. He complied by swiftly sliding into you. Your eyes were locked as you adjusted around his length (maybe this was your most intimate moment yet). Tom wrapped his arms around you while you wrapped your legs around his waist. His chest was pressed against yours, feeling him so close to you sent your heart on a rollercoaster. Slowly he began finally moving in and out of you.

"Yes, fuck me," you moaned into his ear.

Tom groaned and picked up speed in response, thrusting into you harder and faster. The stimulation from your previous orgasms was still lingering and sending hot sensations through your body as Tom pounded into you.

"You're so tight for me, so good," Tom moaned into your skin as the bed squeaked below the two of you. "So good," Suddenly Tom slipped out of you. "Turn around," he commanded.

As you turned around you wanted to position yourself on your hands and knees but felt too overwhelmed. So instead you laid on your front and bend one of your legs so that you could push up your ass for Tom.

"So beautiful," Tom praised and let a hand come down hard on your ass cheek to slap it.

Swiftly he entered you again to thrust hard into you from behind. The soreness from your previous orgasms only enhanced the sensation of Tom's thick cock pounding into you. He was using one hand to hold himself up and the other to gather a handful of your hair firmly tugging it without hurting you. Tom's chest was pressed against your back and you were longing to feel every inch of his body.

"You're so good, taking me," Tom praised gritting through his teeth. "I can't get enough of your angelic sounds," he said which only made you moan more. "I'm close."

Tom thrust into your harder until he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his groan as his hips faltered and you could feel his warm liquid shoot deep into you. As Tom's thrust came to a halt you could hear his panting beside your ear until he pulled out and laid down beside you. You turned your head to face him. You grinned sheepishly at him and he chuckled.

"I'm not done with you," he said while stroking your hair almost gently.

Tom leaned forward and captured your lips in a hard kiss while using his hands to push you to lay on your back. When you felt Tom's tip nudge at your entrance your hips jolted to meet him. Still kissing you he softly stroked your cheek before breaking the kiss to look down at you.

"Stay still," he instructed and you nodded silently.

Tom's penis was softer after his orgasm but still hard enough to be able to fuck you. Using his tip he smeared the cum which had leaked out of you around your hole.

"So pretty," he praised. "My dirty little slut"

Slowly Tom slipped just about an inch of his cock into you before he stopped.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, feeling your entrance stretch around his tip. "feels so good"

Tom's lips turned into a smirk as he pulled out of you only for him to push back into again. Excruciatingly slow Tom pushed and pulled in and out of you, only ever entering his tip. You knew he was doing everything in him to hold himself back from fucking into you relentlessly. The sensation of Tom's tip stretching your hole mixed with the after-effects of your three orgasms felt absolutely divine. At the same time, by only pushing into you an inch Tom was teasing you in the worst way possible. You just wished he would pound into you again, make you feel all of his length between your walls.

"fuckfuckfuck," whimpers spilt out of your mouth uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you felt Tom's finger on your sensitive bud again. With your eyes forcibly pressed shut, it took everything in you not to cum again right then and there. Gradually he began massaging your clit again and you knew you weren't gonna last long.

"Keep your eyes open," Tom commanded. "Look at me," you opened your eyes and looked at Tom, completely exposed, spread out in front of him, completely submissive to his touch. "Good girl," he praised.

As Tom pressed down on your clit and pushed into you again you couldn't hold back any longer. Your breathing stopped for a second before you came around Tom's tip, your back arching off the bed but your eyes still locked with his dark eyes. As the stimulation became too much on your clit you begged Tom to stop touching you, barely able to form any words at this point. Tom stopped touching your clitoris but still pushed in and out of you, blurring your vision. Your hips were trembling uncontrollably.

"Fuck me, fuck me, please-," you whimpered, begging to feel Tom's cock fully thrust into you again.

Instead, Tom pulled out of you.

"You will have to do that yourself," he said and you groaned in protest. Tom sat down, back leaning against the headrest of the bed. "Come here, baby girl," he motioned to his lap. "Come here and ride me."

As you pushed yourself up by your arms you felt your whole body trembling, exhausted from your orgasms but still aching for more. Barely, you were able to drag yourself into Tom's lap. You sunk down on his cock, finally feeling him fill you up again. You sat there for a moment, catching your breath.

"So beautiful," he praised as he looked at you. "Come on, ride me," Tom challenged you with a devilish grin.

You placed your hands on Tom's chest, trying to steady yourself as you moved up his cock. You could repeat that motion only a few times before your burning thighs gave out and you let your head fall on Tom's shoulder. Tom placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you back to look at him. You expected him to look disappointed, maybe concerned. Instead, you were faced with a soft smirk formed by his lips.

"Not so bratty anymore, are we?", Tom teased. "No more snarky comments, no bickering," he said and gently stroked your hair. "no teasing, no nothing. You're completely gone for me," he said and you whimpered as your arms trembled trying to hold yourself up. Tom noticed and let you fall into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. His cock was still filling you up. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," you whimpered against his collar bone. "I want you to fuck me like you hate me."

"With pleasure," Tom grinned and sneaked his hand to your neck.

He took you by surprise when he suddenly thrust up into you, his hand tightening on your neck. You let your head fall back as Tom put his other hand on your waist to hold you in place. After thrusting into you a few more times, Tom suddenly stopped which only left you begging for more.

"On your hands and knees, little slut," he demanded as he pulled out of you.

With trembling arms, you positioned yourself on the bed as you were told, Tom behind you. Tom's hands roamed your ass until his hand came down on your ass cheek in a hard spank. You moaned and pushed your ass closer to him.

"You like that, huh?" he asked.

"Yes," you moaned and buried your hands in the bedsheets.

As the tip of Tom's penis nudged your entrance another slap came down on your skin. With another spank to your skin, his cock pushed into you, filling you up completely. Without giving you time to adjust, he grabbed you by the waist and pounded into you. The overwhelming sensation made your arms weak and give in underneath you. Even though Tom wasn't touching your clit, you could already feel another orgasm building up as he was hitting all the right spots inside of you.

Any softness or gentleness that Tom had shown to you before was completely wiped now. Only the sound of both of your moans and your skin slapping against each other was filling the room. Tom's hips were pounding into you, his hands holding you tightly, knuckles turning white, teeth gritted. When you could muster up the strength you finally started to move your hips back whenever Tom met you with another thrust. He groaned lowly and met your ass cheek in a hard spank again.

As the sensation became too much, a wave of pleasure rolled over your body again, this time leaving you to scream out Tom's name. Hearing his name leave your mouth as you chased your fifth orgasm of the night only made Tom pound into you harder. He didn't stop until you felt his cum shoot into you, filling you up until it started to drip out of your hole onto the bedsheets. As Tom pulled out of you, you collapsed onto the bed, still trembling from your orgasm. Without giving you a chance to recover, Tom inserted two fingers into you and touched your overstimulated bud with his other hand.

"Fuck," you moaned as you felt pleasure but also a sharp sting in your lower abdomen.

It only took one small move from his finger to make your hips jolt uncontrollably. Another motion and you were crying out his name again.

"You dirty little slut," Tom purred. "Making a mess of my sheets,"

Another flick of his finger and you buried your face into the sheets as you cried out.

"Please, please, Tomtommy," you whimpered when you couldn't take it anymore.

"What is it?" Tom asked patiently.

"I- I- I can't-," you stammered and he stopped.

Tom pulled his fingers out and got up from the bed, leaving you alone as you tried to catch your breath. You were still seeing stars when you felt a towel covering you before Tom slowly and gently cleaned your cum-covered thighs up.

Then Tom carefully turned you on your back, placed a pillow below your head and pulled the duvet over your body before slipping under the covers himself.

"Are you okay?" he asked and you nodded exhaustedly.

Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your body to pull you close into an embrace and you could already feel yourself slip into dreams.

"For the record, I won," Tom said after a while. You rolled your eyes.

"Thomas, you do know that sex isn't a competition," you mumbled into his chest.

"Hey! You were the one that turned it into one," he said but before you could come up with a witty remark you were already fast asleep in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, the bed beside you was empty. From down the hallway, you could hear the shower water running before it stopped. A few minutes later Tom walked into the room, only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Morning," you greeted him with a smile.

"Morning," he mumbled (seemingly unfazed to see you awake) and went to his closet to pick out some clothes.

"Care to join me in bed?" you suggested. Tom looked over his shoulder at you, sat in his bed, the duvet only covering the lower part of your body.

"It's quite late actually...," he said.

"Oh, okay," you said disappointed and slightly confused at his coldness. "Do you want me to leave?" you asked. You were surprised when he let out an unconvincing laugh.

"Well, I don't want you to stay all day," he said.

"Okay, I wasn't gonna," you said.

When you got out of the bed Tom was already dressed in his clothes, which left you standing there naked and vulnerable. Something in you wished you could just walk up to him, hug him, kiss him, laugh with him. You wondered what triggered this change of heart in you. Only yesterday you could've recited a full list of reasons why you 'hated' Tom. But now? You tried to think of the reasons but you couldn't - it was an empty list.

"When will we see each other again?" you asked.

"I dunno, I think we have this promo shoot coming up next, I don't have my calendar memorised," Tom mumbled.

"No, I mean," you laughed nervously. "When will we be seeing each other again, you know, alone?"

Tom raised his eyebrows at you where he was standing across the room. "You want to go out?" he asked, scepticism clear in his voice.

"My god, I didn't ask you out," you rolled your eyes playfully. "I just thought that since last night-"

"It doesn't mean a thing, remember?" Tom said, hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me?" you asked, facial expression frozen.

"You said it yourself: it doesn't mean a thing," he repeated and shrugged. Suddenly, you felt exposed in front of him. You grabbed the duvet off the bed and wrapped it around your body to cover yourself.

"So, this was all just a performance to you?" you asked.

"Of course not, I obviously enjoyed myself," he said rolling his eyes at you. "But I enjoyed it because we had amazing sex, not because I love you or something,"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, I don't love you," you clarified. "but I thought this was something more than just a hatefuck," you said your vision slowly becoming blurry.

"What more?" Tom asked, face blank.

"I don't know," you said defensively and added after a pause: "I like you, Tom."

"You could have told me that sooner before you decided to pretend to hate me and treat me like shit"

"So, there is nothing there for you?" you asked in disbelief. You couldn't believe that all the gentle touches, kisses and teasing was really just nothing to him. "Nothing?"

"y/n," Tom paused. "I have no feelings for you, there is nothing there," he said. "I think you should leave now"

"Fuck you," you said, angry with Tom and angry with yourself that tears were now actually running down your cheek.

You refrained from wiping your tears in front of him, so as to not draw any unnecessary attention on them. Tom ignored your remark and handed your underwear from last night to you. You didn't take it, so he left it on the bed for you.

"You can put on some of my clothes," Tom said and went to his closet to pick out something for you.

Without giving Tom another glance you went out of the room, downstairs where you found your purse from last night. You fished out your phone with trembling fingers to call yourself an uber as fast as possible. When you went to turn the screen on, you saw that it was dead.

"Fuck," that meant you would have to stay a bit longer to charge it or Tom would have to call an uber for you.

Either way, you had to ask Tom for help, which you absolutely loathed. You groaned and went upstairs again to get it over with.

"My phone's dead," you said as entered the bedroom again.

"Fine," Tom rolled his eyes. "I'll drive you."

You nodded and sat down on the bed beside the clothes that Tom picked out for you. You looked at him leaning by the doorway, watching you. Your hands were still clutching the duvet that was covering your body.

"Can I have some privacy?" you asked annoyed.

"It's not like I had my tongue stuck up your pussy only 10 hours ago," Tom rolled his eyes, smirking (how dare he smirk when you were sitting in front of him, dried tears on your cheeks).

"You don't deserve to see me naked right now," you said and motioned for him to leave.

"Fair enough," Tom said and left you alone in the room.

Ten minutes later you went downstairs, dressed in one of Tom's sweat pants, oversized shirts and socks. You ignored Tom leaning by the kitchen counter and went past him to the front door.

"I'll tell my assistant to pick up my dress tomorrow," you said.

"Fine," Tom said and unlocked his Porsche.

Quietly you slid into the seat and looked out of the window, planning to ignore Tom for the entire ride. When Tom pressed down on the gas pedal you noticed him checking for your reaction. He probably expected some snarky comment from you, but you insisted on ignoring him.

After a few minutes of the silent drive, Tom fiddled with his phone to turn on some music. Normally, you would have snapped at him for looking at his phone while driving. When the speakers started playing some Cage The Elephant song you groaned and Tom chuckled. No matter how much Tom would pander to your music taste, you wouldn't be less upset with him. Besides, why did he even care?

After a silent drive that lasted too long, you were getting closer to your hotel.

"y/n, wipe your tears, we can never know who could see us," Tom said.

"Fuck you," you retorted.

"Well-," Tom tried but you already knew that you didn't want to hear the stupid remark that he was going to make.

"Tom, I'm not in the mood to bicker with you," you snapped at him. You turned to look at him for the first time again. "I don't care who sees us like this. After everything, I couldn't care less if this hurts your reputation."

"I thought you liked me," Tom said, a hint of a smirk on his lips. The boy really didn't know when to stop, did he?

"You're making it really hard for me right now," you said, tears starting to form in your eyes again.

Finally, you arrived at the hotel and the car came to a halt.

"Keep the clothes," Tom said when you were about to open the door. You looked back at him. After a short silent pause he added:

"You know how to reach me when you're done being upset and are craving another fuck," a devilish grin on his lips.

Instinctively, you opened your mouth to tell him off, maybe tell him another fuck you, but you stopped yourself.

"And you know how to reach me when you're done lying to yourself and are ready to apologise," you said which wiped Tom's grin right off his face.

You grabbed the door handle and opened the door, getting out of the car and out of Tom's life (for now).

final A/N: I'm thinking of writing a second part to this because I still have so many ideas with this pairing! Would you be interested in another part?

updated final A/N: part two out now here!

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𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇?! — VINSMOKE SANJI

↳ PAIRING: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: story

↳ WORD COUNT: 7.3k (forgive me)

↳ WARNINGS: no major spoilers, post Thriller Bark preferably, mild suggestive content (jokes), mentions of blood and physical pain from the reader, slight angst to fluff, mild comedy, heavy grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: A cupid strikes your heart, and your feelings for the Straw Hat's chef are taking a turn for the worst—or for the better.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: the title of this fic on my doc was named "drabble".... and look at the word count.... anyways enjoy, this was purely self-indulgent

The night crackled, with the moon shining above. Alcohol simmered the air, where you sat on the wooden floor. Laughter rang in the air, though your breath remained hollow.

“Oh, dearest Y/N,” a chef’s familiar voice caused a gentle smile to quirk on your lips. A forced one at best. And Sanji placed a refill of your drink right next to your presence, feeling a pet on your forehead from him. He chucked a smile, only to immediately swing around with a brightening shout towards the navigator and archeologist on deck.

His voice faded out, causing you to keep your eyes closed.

Feeling stares dig into your skin, you softly opened them, watching Usopp swirl his drink around cautiously right before he handed you a gift box. Not wanting to question how awfully wrapped it was, but only Franky nudged his shoulder right next to him. You knew he tended to build little gadgets to keep a smile on your face, though his charm was slowly dying out.

Usopp glared at him once before awkwardly sipping his drink and then kept his eye contact on you.

“Y/N…” He noted. “You can’t keep hiding your feelings forever.”

“Maybe I can,” you whispered, watching the chef on the other end of the ship kick against the swordsman’s swords. Again—they’re fighting. No surprise. “It’s whatever.”

“Don’t say that,” Franky quipped, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the captain laughing with the others at the end of the ship, clapping along to Brook’s music. “You can’t be certain about anything. Just ‘cause the guy’s a big perverted flirt doesn’t mean he can’t have proper romantic feelings like a true bro.”

“You haven’t even asked him out yet,” Usopp pointed out, holding out a hand. “C’mon. Maybe the next island we go to won’t be so bad and you two can go out shopping together or something.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “It doesn’t mean it’ll be easy on me speaking out how I feel. It’s just—Sanji’s so him.”

“Ah,” he blinked. “What?”

“Flirty, a gentleman, talented chef—the prince anyone could ever want,” you scoffed, wanting to keep your head down. “The way he acts around others just shows that he’s interested in other people.”

“Hellooo,” Franky murmured into his drink. “S’pretty obvious the chef’s into you too. Just ‘cause he’s a flirt with Nico Robin and the navigator doesn’t mean he’s into them.”

“Oh, yeah?” You quirked a brow.

Franky smirked. “Sure, c’mon, I know true romance when I see it,” he explained, tilting his head. “The way he’s so protective of your presence more than those two.”

“There’s no difference.”

“Of course, you can’t see it,” the cyborg quipped. “But I can.”

“Are you just trying to make me feel better?”

“Maybe,” Franky rolled his eyes. “But maybe look into it more.”

Usopp scrunched his nose. “Actually, you got a good point. Sanji pays more attention to Y/N’s whereabouts,” and he turned to you, holding up both of his hands while speaking. “C’mon, Y/N, think about it! Sanji hates it when you hang out with Zoro all the time and he’s not a fan of Luffy getting all grabby with you even if the captain’s just hugging you.”

You looked up at the sky, wondering about a different universe. The sniper’s voice zoned out of your head, where Usopp called your name numerous times if you were listening even for a brief moment.

Glancing down at Sanji, who was twirling around in delight—all while kicking Zoro at the same time—with purity indulged in his eyes as Nami spoke about her day. Wanting a bit of grace, only to remind you that your life had a sense of happiness—even from him. Even a tiny amount of attention that was different amongst the others, and for a moment to have you forget the world except that you and his presence were stuck together alone.

Sighing, you stood up, walking to the farther end of the ship. Ignoring the calling of Franky’s voice in the background, your mind decided to be on its own adventure even for the cautiously foggy night.

You stared up at the moon, sitting back down on the floor, watching the stars speak to one another with different stories held amongst their nebulae.

Truly, if you had only sat there forever—with time frozen in space—would the feelings ever wander off?

You weren’t entirely sure.

“Drop the anchor already!”

Luffy’s voice roared across the ship, where he consistently jumped up and down alongside the railing as the island came bright to everyone’s eyes.

An island filled with nothing but a glorious amount of pink and sweet purples. It was rather sickening—almost, but it still indulged a sense of beauty that was rarer apart from the other islands. And the scent of cologne mixed with perfume danced in the air, causing the others to let out coughs every so often. The scatter of rose petals was enough to blind your sight.

“The hell kind of island is this?” Zoro asked, yawning out loud.

“Not like your dumbass would know,” your eyes widened at the chef’s voice creeping up from your back.

“What did you say, lameass prince?”

“Watch your damn mouth, mosshead.”

“You started it, dammit.”

“Knock it off you two!” Nami yelled out loud, holding out her fist. She let out an exhausted sigh right before knocking a few petals off her hair.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows. “This island seems to be related to nothing but love and romance.”

Zoro scoffed. “Kind of lame.”

Sanji let out a harsh exhale. “What is so lame about romance and love, you poor single Marimo?”

“Shut your mouth, it’s not like you had any luck with love to begin with.”

“Say that one more time, swordsman, I dare you!”

Hiding between the two, your breaths rapidly pick up at the touch of Sanji’s chest close to your arms. Shivering and feeling nervous at the sight, you shimmered your way closer to the railing.

As if the captain read your mind—which he really didn’t, he just seemed too excited about visiting a new island and wanted a buddy to join him—you felt a pair of rubbery arms around your figure, causing you to yell out a scream once Luffy jumped off the ship to land on the wooden docks.

“Luffy, you bastard, I am gonna kill yo—”

“Woohoo, Y/N! Island exploring ti—”

“Oi Luffy! Where are you going with Y/N?!”

Sanji’s voice echoed from the back, where the others slowly followed suit as they made their way down the boat. You tackled Luffy, where he mustered out choked apologies while you shook his shoulders consistently. He stuck his tongue out, not minding your faint screams at him for taking you down without any single warning.

“Luffy,” you huffed, wanting to smack your captain. “I’ll kill you someday for that.”

“Okay!” He grinned—and why was he smiling?

(No matter.)

Waiting for the others to catch up, Luffy already began running further down the town, where he consistently cried out for the best restaurants since he was in dire starvation of meat—truthfully, ironically, a lie; Luffy always yearned for meat, and he wasn’t full even when he stated that he was less than thirty minutes ago.

He ran past flower girls who dropped their roses all over the path and heart-shaped clouds danced along with the air. Sweet guitar music strumming in the background, where everyone’s delighted smiles were contagious enough to keep the others around in nothing but joyous happiness and infinite gratitude.

“Oi, Y/N,” Zoro called out. Turning around, you hummed at the swordsman. “You’re comin’ with me. Don’t wanna walk around this weird place alo—”

“Um, who said they were going with you?” Sanji argued, biting on his cigarette hard. “Like hell that anyone would want to go with—”

“Actually!” Usopp spoke up, pushing your back towards Sanji. “Y/N will go with Sanji, and that’s the only person that can go with Sanji!”

You yelped from the push, causing you to fall into the chef’s chest, where you sheepishly looked up to see him grinning a pleasant smile—probably in hopes to comfort you. Gulping—and also planning a death penalty upon Usopp in your head—in nervousness, you turned away, not wanting to bear eye contact with the chef.

“Wait,” Chopper pouted. “I haven’t gone island exploring with Y/N in a long time though.”

“No arguments!” Usopp retorted. “Y/N is sticking with Sanji all day today! Everyone got that?!”

“But… why?”

“Go, go, both of you!” Usopp yelled, going right behind Sanji and you, where his palms were pushed to have you both take a few steps forward. Quickly turning around, you stared right into the sniper’s eyes, harshing daggers with your pupils—and he only gulped, right before Usopp winked at you quickly.

“He’s acting weird,” Sanji murmured after you both walked to the end of the docks. “Any reason why?”

You gulped. “Ah, no.”

“Alright then,” Sanji scratched his neck right before smiling at you once more—eyes twinkling in radiance. “I have my lovely Y/N with me anyways, so I’m not gonna complain!”

“Ah—right.”

“I need to get some more ingredients but we can definitely take a look around here,” Sanji explained, pulling out his lighter. “Make sure you stick next to me and don’t get lost, not like some dumbass, okay love?”

‘Love?’

You thought, causing you to cover your mouth quickly in the process from his kindness.

His eyes widened, and he placed a palm on the back of your flushed neck. “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, my sweet?”

Bottom lip trembling; heart aching in nothing but misery—and traveling in the thought that you’d never be loved back.

“Nothing,” you sighed, forcing a laugh.

Sanji knitted his curly brows. “Are you sure?”

You grinned at him—eyes closed to hide the treasure of your feelings.

“It’s nothing at all.”

The streets were decorated with every bit of pink and red, almost enough to make your stomach churn in sickness. With the consistent repetition of colors, it was starting to become rather old. And with the aroma of all the roses on the walls, the scent of flowers was starting to make you dizzy.

“Man, this place isn’t afraid to express their true feelings and gratitude, yeah?” Sanji noted, looking at a vegetable stand while inspecting the carrots—which were magically pink and purple as well, a rather unusual color. Though the taste must be heavenly—different, and possibly unique.

“Yeah,” you murmured, not wanting to look up at him.

“What do you think, love? Pink or purple onions?” He asked, laughing.

Smiling with him, you chuckled with a shake of your head. “Whatever you think is best,” his eyes widened for a moment before you finally gazed up at him. “You’re the world’s greatest chef. Whatever you get will taste amazing.”

Sanji coughed into his hand, turning away with his cheeks matching the shade of roses laid out on the vegetable stand up top. “Hey,” he called out to the older woman behind the stand. “I’ll have a few of both the pink and purple onions.”

“Oh, ahahah, hehehe,” the old lady laughed, her light violet apron dancing around as she spun. “You both make an adorable couple!”

“Oh, wait—” Sanji retorted, nearly choking on his breath while covering his mouth; cheeks reddening.

You watched him get flustered right before the courage had been mustered up. Your throat cleared, “actually, ma’am,” you said. “We aren’t together.”

“What a shame!” The older woman let out a boisterous laugh. “You both look like you’ve recently just got married!”

“Ha?”

“Seriously?!” Sanji quipped, gritting his teeth; his face reddened.

“Why, sure!” She continued to chuckle, right before tossing multiple onions in one bag. “However, it seems like The Cupid’s gon’ catch one of you very soon.”

“The… who?” You asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?” The old lady grinned, pink hair flocking its curls along with the wind. “That’s quite alright. You’ll find out when he shoots one of you—or maybe both of you!”

“Ah,” you deadpanned, staring at her with a confused look. “I’m not too sure we follow what you’re saying.”

“Hey—wait,” Sanji retorted, voice raising. “What’s this talk about shooting one of us? You can’t just tell me there’s a random murderer walking around—”

“Would you calm your eyebrows down, mister?” The old lady nagged, unamused with the chef’s shout. “It’s not like anyone’s dying. It’s for the better. The Cupid senses it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ll see, ahaha, hehehe!”

“Keep your onions!”

Sanji shouted, grabbing your hand right before pulling you away. Trying to reason with him, he only ignored you—much as he ignored the heart constantly beating rapidly in his chest. For some reason, you noticed that Sanji was uneasy. It was typical for the chef to be uncomfortable in many cases, although this was different—rather hilarious, to see his face so flushed in nothing but crimson.

Your heart soared; you weren’t sure if the feelings were meant to be intolerable or honeyed in sugary enchantment.

“Sanji,” you called out loud this time, trying to halt on the path. “What’s wrong?”

“Talking about shooting us,” Sanji murmured angrily. “What the hell is wrong with this town?”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a li—”

Sanji turned around, sighing. “No,” his voice deepened, causing your eyes to enlarge. “I don’t care if that old lady is just talking out of her crazy mind or not, I can’t risk having you get hurt.”

“You were just getting some onions though…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head. “It’s sketchy that she can easily talk about some cupid guy with no problem shooting one of us—or even both. But I’m worried for your sake right now.”

Your bottom lip trembled. “Why are you so worried about me?”

“Are you crazy? How can I not be?”

“I’ll be fine, and so will you.”

“You don’t get it, love,” Sanji sighed, forcing a smile while biting his cigarette. “It’s fine. We can get ingredients another time.”

“You don’t seem like yourself…” you noted, causing him to gasp. “You’re a bit more overprotective after we left Thriller Bark.”

“I’m sorry, my sweet,” Sanji exhaled loudly, keeping his eyes closed.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, not minding the others walking past him where they glanced at the two pirates standing in the middle of the cobblestone path. Sanji’s hands shook; fingers trembled. Not hesitating, he grabbed you and kept your face close to his chest—the chef wasn’t sure of his troubling emotions overcoming him, but it won a few claps from the random strangers passing by.

“I can’t let you get hurt,” he murmured, confused by his own worrisome—heart pounding; a growth of cherry blossoms flourished on his cheeks and toyed with the strumming of his heartstrings. Neither bitter nor spicy, rather, a sweet feeling—a moment of happiness from your scent mixed with his.

Sanji wanted to question these feelings, but he kept it hidden, instead.

And he only smiled, feeling your awkward chuckles vibrate against his chest.

“There’s that pretty laugh,” he noted—you laughed once more.

What exactly were you doing to him?

Without warning, you gasped out loud, feeling a sharp shooting pain in your chest. The crowds near the food stands cheered on, and a fog of pink smoke flourished through the air—although the pain was excruciating. Letting out muffled cries while Sanji fell back on the ground, he grunted right before he let out a shocked gasp.

You weren’t sure what happened, only to have your vision blur out to nothing but sweet pinks—what was once colorful before had now changed into a dull perspective of nothing but everything softening to a periwinkle.

Suddenly, your heart ached, causing you to churn out in pain where a soft cry was let out from your trembling lips.

“Y/N!” Sanji yelled out loud, eyes widening at the loud applause surrounding him. “Don’t just clap and stand there, assholes! You can’t just watch and let a beautiful, innocent person get hurt like this!”

Heart pounding to infinity, almost to the point of bursting—the sound of Sanji’s voice was loud enough to your ears although the others had fainted out. He continued to call out your name, with every bit of frequency from his own lips causing your heart to clutch—almost as if someone was grabbing onto your heart, painfully squeezing it.

“Make it stop!” You shouted out loud, gripping on Sanji’s sleeves. For some unknown reason, your mind spiraled into rapid thoughts.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

A silly vinyl stuck on repeat—the three words you yearned to say suddenly grew its pace and was flowing through your head.

In an instant, Sanji picked you up, causing your head to spin more and your heart continuing to ache. “Y/N, we are going to Chopper, right now! He should still be back at the ship with some of the others—I hope, but please, hang in there, okay?”

“Sanji… I lo—”

You covered your mouth, right as you stopped the words from spilling, your heart shot a fire of agonizing pain enough to cause a cry to whimper out loud. Sanji was unsure of what you were about to say, but he didn’t hesitate to start running past the others—mentally cursing at the strangers and civilians of the island to do nothing but clap along with him; smiles on their faces.

‘I love you, I love you, I lo—’

Feeling your heart burn more, you cried out loud.

With no words, except the wind taking your voice away very faintly.

Although, the pain in your heart lessened—with his breath close to yours.

It did not take long for Sanji to find his way back to ship, where he consistently mentally cursed at himself for not finding Chopper soon enough, but he could only hope the doctor was near the ship or, even better, on it. Regardless your safety had been his utmost priority, with your heart in consistent pain, only to lessen its burden whenever you were reminded that his presence was right next to yours.

And upon reaching the ship, he didn’t hesitate to jump onboard, ignoring Franky near the corner on the lawn but it was not long until the chef managed to catch the attention of both the cyborg and the sniper, who was resting near the swing.

Darting past them, they gasped, only to have Sanji ignore them.

“What the hell happened?!”

Franky asked, dropping his hammer right as Sanji ran past him and Usopp nearly fell on his feet, following suit with crying out what happened.

Blood trickled from your lips, causing you to weep out in pain, and Sanji gently placed you down on the bed. Without hesitation, he grabbed the nearest blankets, only to keep you soothed. The touch of his hands close to yours caused the ache in your heart to soften, and then it started to become easier, only when Sanji began brushing your forehead with his fingers.

‘I feel better when he’s near me…’

You noticed right away when his fingers touched your heated forehead, just when the door swung open. Usopp and Franky came in, out of breath, and then demanded answers.

“What the hell happened to Y/N?!” Usopp yelled out loud. “Ah, c’mon, I can’t trust Y/N even with the guy that they—”

“Oi, shut that mouth of yours!” Franky shouted, staring down at Sanji, who was sitting on a stool close to you. “Hey chef, wanna explain what happened before I go kick the ass of the person who did this?”

“Don’t bother,” Sanji angrily retorted, all while keeping his tone faint for your sake.

‘I hear Sanji… louder than the others…’

Your thoughts trailed off, as your eyebrows knitted in confusion, despite Usopp and Franky being right next to the chef. There was no logical explanation for why you couldn’t hear those two but Sanji’s voice was brighter—even more purer, if that had been possible.

“What?” Usopp quipped. “What do you—”

“We need to find Chopper and have him take care of Y/N, and figure out what’s wrong with them,” Sanji said, continuing to keep the tips of his fingers close to your head. “Out of nowhere, this old lady started talking about a cupid shooting us—and then they got shot, and now they’re feeling sick.”

“A cupid?” Franky scoffed. “Are you kiddin’?”

“I wouldn’t joke at a time like this—where Y/N is coughing out blood!” Sanji yelled.

“Do you think that cupid guy shot Y/N?” Usopp asked, scratching his head. “Did you see the guy’s face?”

“No,” Sanji exhaled. “Before I knew it, every smoke around us was pink and I couldn’t even see a shadow. Bastard’s sneakier than I thought—I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, pal,” Franky said. “Y/N will be fine. We’ll have to find the raccoon dog and then get this situation all figured out. A little braindead angel who shoots arrows for fun shouldn’t be a problem for us.”

“Nobody can kick that guy’s ass except for me,” Sanji slammed his fist on the table next to the bed, causing the two to shake up at the sight. He stood up, looking down at the wooden floor, where he took out his lighter and then made his way to the door.

“Hey, where you goin’?” Franky asked, raising a brow.

Sanji sighed, fighting back a punch to the wall. “I’m gonna find the asshole that dared to lay any harm onto sweet Y/N, that’s what.”

And with one slam of the door, the chef vanished.

Right as the door let out its bang, your heart quenched painfully. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ the words repeated—a mixtape not coming to an end.

Rolling off the bed, Usopp shrieked where you continued to wail out sobs, not knowing how to control the bits of blood coming from your throat and the aching pain of your heart. Franky ran to your side, keeping his large arms close to your neck, hoping to keep your body stable while tears overflowed.

“I—I don’t know why, bu—but,” you cried out loud, where the two listened cautiously. “I want Sanji here! He makes the pain go away, I just—”

“Hey, Y/N!” Usopp interrupted. “I know you’re head over heels with the guy, but your health comes first right now. Sanji will take care of dealing with the guy that sho—”

“Wait,” Franky shushed him, right as Usopp yelled back before quieting him once more. “Y/N, what do you mean the chef makes the pain go away?”

“Help me,” you sobbed, closing your eyes. “When Sanji was carrying me and putting me on the bed, the—the pain in my chest went away!”

“That’s just your love for him kicking in!” Usopp retorted.

“Hey, didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Franky snapped before facing you. “Explain more if you can, Y/N.”

“I—I don’t know,” you murmured, trying to keep your breaths steady. “I can hear his voice the loudest, everything is nearly pink in my vision besides him an—and whenever he’s around, the pain in my heart doesn’t hurt as much. And…”

Usopp blinked, leaning in closer to your face, inspecting the blood drying on your lips. “And?”

“I—I can’t stop thinking about these words,” you quipped, letting out a cry as the pain within your heart ached more.

“What words?” Franky questioned.

“Tho—those three words!”

His eyes widened; Usopp’s jaw dropped.

“What? Like ‘Save me Sanji!’, those words?” Usopp asked.

Franky groaned loudly. “No, you dumbass. ‘I love you’ are the words they’re talking about. Sheesh, you have no sense for romance, do you?”

“Hey, says you! I doubt anyone would want to look your way when you’re wearing nothing but your underwear!”

“It’s called being super, bro! Why can’t you—”

“Sanji!”

Your voice echoed throughout the doctor’s office, causing a fit of adrenaline to overflow you in an instant. Unsure of where the energy soared from, you ignored it, only to make a dash for the door before the other two called out to you.

‘I love you, I love you, I love yo—’

“Get your ass back here, Y/N!” Franky shouted out loud, right before Usopp tackled you from behind.

You gripped onto the railing, where Usopp continued to call out your name.

“I have to tell Sanji, I have to tell him—I have to!” You cried out loud.

“Tell him what, dammit!” Usopp kept his grip on your ankles. “You’re sick—both physically and mentally with your little crush!”

“Hey man, take it easy!” Franky quipped, running close to your presence.

Heart pounding; chest aching—all to cough out bits of blood to fall onto the ship’s floor.

“I have to tell Sanji I love him!” You yelled out loud.

Usopp’s jaw dropped, only to have his grip loosened on you. Franky caught you right before you could jump off the ship, and tears burned your eyes.

“Wait, hold on, Y/N!” Usopp yelled. “This is so not like you! What happened to you?! The other night you wouldn’t even dare to confess your feelings now you suddenly want to!”

“Don’t you get it, man?” Franky snarled, keeping his grip tight while you threw your legs and arms around, hoping to be free from his grasp.

“No, I don’t! Y/N isn’t okay, I can’t be calm!”

“Pull yourself together,” the cyborg pleaded. “I think I got what’s goin’ on here.”

“Oh—really! Do explain!”

“You’re so damn loud,” Franky muttered before clearing his throat. “Sanji talked about some cupid running around here and he must’ve shot Y/N. I’m pretty sure whatever he shot them with caused Y/N to freak out about their feelings about the chef and that’s why they’re losing their damn mind.”

“Okaaay,” Usopp hummed. “Go on.”

“They talked about how they can only hear Sanji louder than both of us, even if we were in the same room together—and I’m pretty sure we were louder than the chef in there,” Franky addressed. “Their pain is gone when he’s around, they suddenly want to confess their feelings after they have been shot.”

“Everything you said made sense,” Usopp snapped his fingers. “So, don’t you think if we take Y/N to Sanji… and then have them confess to Sanji, it’ll work out for both of them?”

“No way.”

“What do you mean no way?!” Usopp shouted loudly, curling his fingers in frustration. “It’s perfect for them—this may be the only chance they get to express their feelings for Sanji! I’m pretty sure if they confess, then the pain will go away!”

Franky exhaled, loosening his grip on you for a brief moment, ignoring the sudden breeze close to his chest. Turning to Usopp, he tilted his head down.

“How do you think Y/N would feel if they confessed their feelings just because of some lovesick cupid bastard?” Franky argued, lifting his sunglasses up. “It’d be better for them if they just decided to confess when they’re healthy and not on the verge of dying.”

“Yeah, but—what other choice is there to do here?”

“Not sure. We gotta find that raccoon dog and fast.”

“Um,” Usopp nervously blinked. “Fra—”

“C’mon man, you and I both know how much Y/N is in love with that chef guy. I don’t wanna disrespect their feelings and have them confess in a life or death situation; it’d be better if it was in a more serious and sentimental setting, don’t ya—”

“Um, Franky!”

“Dammit,” he groaned. “What is it?”

“Where did Y/N go?!”

Franky turned around, noticing the empty spot on the ship where your presence was. He glanced back down at the droplets of blood from where you were, and then he noticed his arms were empty. Playing with his fingers for a bit, he exchanged looks with Usopp.

They blinked at each other before crying in unison.

“Ah, dammit!”

“How could you let this happen, idiot?!”

Usopp’s yelling caused Franky to whimper, tears dripping down his cheeks while the two dashed through the crowds and ignored the flying rose petals in the air. “I know, bro!” Franky cried, fighting back sniffles. “I can’t believe we let our friend get away! I’m not a true bro at all for not watching over our friend!”

Usopp growled at him, smacking his head. “Quit your crying so you can see clearly! My ‘I-don’t-want-to-fight-a-cupid’ disease is really kicking in!”

“Because Y/N could be in danger and I didn’t hold onto them tight!”

“Who cares! You said it’d be a bad idea if they confessed to Sanji, we gotta find that blond cook fast!”

“But our best friend is out there lovesick and we can’t do—”

“What did I say about crying, alreaaady?!”

The two rushed off in the distance, ignoring the frantic customers that were complaining about Franky’s sexual harassment from his lack of pants along with the long-nosed freak scaring the children.

The sunset was dripping in; oranges glowing with the everlasting hollow of sweet yellows—a big contrast to the saturation of violet and magenta for the island.

Sanji stared down at his shoes, watching the clouds swing by, most of them dulled into a heart shape, which caused him to smile.

He recalled meeting an odd-looking male—who claimed to be The Cupid the island gushed about, calling him the one that brought together the strongest relationships as he ran around the island looking for the flying freak—with angel wings and a horrid face, much to Sanji’s demise. Although, the words stuck to him harshly.

(“I bring two people who are in love with each other together. That’s my job.”)

And never did a few words ever bring Sanji to a halt.

The chef covered his eyes, keeping himself collected.

Perhaps being in denial of his feelings had done more harm than good. Love wasn’t an old legend—and he knew that all too well, continuing to respect women on a daily basis, but it was rather different with your presence around. A gentle spirit, you had, always quiet in your corner though talkative at times when you choose to be so.

Feelings were first; spring is in his heart. A fool that he was, not wanting to understand it furthermore, though the crazy old angel could’ve been a sickening manipulative enemy. Although Sanji couldn’t even bring it to his heart to fight him—and he wanted to, badly, for laying a hand on you. For bringing your heart to misery, but perhaps, he had done that to himself.

The oceanside view was calming, smoke filling his lungs; an exhale was enough to wash away the stress on his shoulders, though not enough to die down the feelings even more.

Sanji raised his leg, wanting to kick at nothing, but his eyes tightened to a close. Love—he wasn’t sure what it was, despite his mind yearning for attention from those that he found beautiful, heartwarming, erratic—leaving his mouth speechless, with no words to fondle their way out of his lips.

And he wanted that attention from you, so bad. For how long?

He couldn’t remember.

Sanji sucked into his cigarette, keeping his bottom lip trembling right before he dropped it to the ground. He stomped on the flame—lit fire dragging out to nothing but ash. He gritted his teeth, hating every bit of himself for tucking away the feelings; all the doubts, though perhaps, maybe for one waking moment of his life, it would wash away if he had only spoken about how he felt.

Hearing footsteps behind him, his eyes widened, only to turn around to see your presence.

Tears flowed from your cheeks, nearly drowning in your mouth with a large portion of blood coming near your lips.

Without hesitation, Sanji took a few steps closer, taking in the presence of your disheveled hair.

Feeling his heart quicken, he gulped; fists clenched in anger seeing your state.

“My lo—love,” he murmured. “You look so hurt.”

“Sanji!” You cried out loud, gripping onto your hair.

“I told them to get Chopper! Why the hell are you—”

“Sanji, please!”

Your roaring voice caused his breath to hitch for a brief moment. His clenched fists slowly unwind, where his fingers shook right before he took in the steps to grab ahold of your presence. Not minding the bloodstains, Sanji brushed it all off—only to pull you close to his chest.

The feeling of your body close to his.

The pain within your heart stopped; no heartstrings on the verge of snapping, and his voice was louder and clearer than ever. With the sun at the blink of the horizon, you knew it was setting—although it remained a hollow pink to your vision. And Sanji continued to tighten the hug between you hard—enough to cause you to cough out blood.

Though the pain within your chest was dying—slowly easing out from the misery.

“You’re okay,” Sanji whimpered, fighting back his trembling lips. “You’re okay, it’s okay, you’re not dying, right?”

“No…” you whispered, hands shaking. “I—I feel better when you’re around.”

His eyes enlarged; a gasp following suit.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Sanji cried out loud, eyes stinging from his sudden sob. You stood there in confusion, only to hug him back carefully—a pat on his back here and there before tightening your grasp on him, enough to feel as if the world never mattered and only you both had shared the meaning of life together.

Your vision blurred to pink, but at least other colors shined within his spirit.

Love is thicker than heavy fog, more frequent than one may seem, and can easily ponder one’s spirit to nothing but turmoil and resentment, though what follows suit can lead to happiness—whether it would be forever or for a short moment in time.

“Sanji…” you coughed, nearly falling to the ground. “I feel lightheaded.”

“Don’t move, love, you’re okay,” Sanji forced a laugh, batting away the tears with his fluttering eyes. “I’ll be right here next to you. You’re not dying on me.”

“It seems like I am,” you murmured, right before you spat out blood on the ground.

Sanji’s lips trembled. “We’ll find Chopper, and he’s gonna take good care of you. I’ll be making your favorite dishes for the next two weeks, and I’m not leaving your side, okay?”

“I’m so tired,” you exhaled, only to keep your head down on his lap. “So tired.”

“Hey now,” Sanji chuckled, keeping a palm on your cheek, brushing his thumb along the heated skin. “I’ll sleep with you, okay? So that you’re not alone.”

“Sleep… with me?”

“Not like that!” He quipped, turning red on his cheeks before slapping himself physically. Though, the thought caused his pupils to dilate—right as his mind spiraled into an inappropriate route, and covered the start of his nosebleed with his wrist. “Ah, I can’t ever do anything to make you uncomfortable, my sweet.”

You started to wail out a cry, covering your mouth before coughing into your palm—red darkening the skin with a frightening liquid; chest aching to no avail, an infinite amount of sharp daggers to your veins.

“Sanji, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed loudly; he stared down at you questioningly. “I think I’m gonna die.”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Sanji argued back. “Please, don’t say that, I’m not gonna lose you over some dumb cupid jackass.”

“It’s okay!” You forced a smile; blood sticking to the whites of your teeth. “I got to share a happy life with everyone on the ship… especially you.

“I’m so damn sorry, love,” Sanji cried loudly, gritting his teeth. “I found that bastard and I couldn’t have it in my heart to kill him after what he said to me…”

“Sanji,” you grinned; he choked on a sob. “It’s okay. I’m—I’m happy you’re here with me.”

“You’re not leaving me, okay?”

“I feel so tired,” you exhaled softly, eyes gently closing. “I want to sleep…”

“No, no,” Sanji patted your cheek. “Stay awake, love, ‘kay? You can get your beauty sleep later, though it’s not like you need any,” he chuckled, grinning.

Your eyes opened, watching him cry above you while your head laid on his lap.

His mind screamed at him—only to have his mouth burst open.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something important!”

With your lips quivering, you cried. “Sanji, I need to tell you something too!”

The sun peeked over the clouds, barely bringing in the light to his face right before he ducked his head down. Tears fell on your cheeks right as Sanji let out a cry, reminiscing careful moments in his head—memories that he couldn’t wash away, even if he had wanted to.

A gentle moment of when you washed the dishes with him, where you always offered regardless of Sanji’s argument of having you keep your ‘pretty little hands’ to yourself and that he’d be the man to do all the cleaning. Though you insisted, always bringing in any offer to help around if possible—and his heart ached.

A lavish moment of when you placed flowers in his hair without warning, and he never bickered about it once. Always cherished the bits of petals that were tucked beneath his ears and danced with the wind—and his heart ached, beating faster than before.

Those cherishable moments where he was injured, though you stayed by his bedside, waiting for his recovery and when you listened to him go on about the All Blue and even the way you smiled alongside his presence and—and—and—and his heart continued to pulse into an uncontrollable rhythm.

Sanji closed his eyes, bracing for impact as he let out a cry.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N!”

Your eyes inflated, surprised at his sudden words.

Without holding back, the chef let out a sob.

“I’m so damn sorry for not telling you how I felt before—but I love you! Everything about you is perfect and I want to cherish the rest of my life with you!”

Not realizing it right away, the pain in your heart softened, where the throbbing died down.

“Sanji!” You yelled loudly, letting out a relieved laugh. “I love you, you idiot!”

He grinned cheekily, covering his eyes that were overflowing with tears. “Why do you have to yell at me and still act beautifully when you do it?”

“You’re such a dork,” you quipped. “But I love you for it!”

After one blink, you gasped at your vision slowly fading back to the normal atmosphere, where no shades of pink flourished around to cloud the surrounding environment. Moving from your spot, groaning out loud, you clutched on your chest, feeling the paralyzing pain wash away.

“Y/N…?” Sanji held his hand out.

You sat up, looking at him—eyes widening at him with his trembling hand.

Without hesitating, you threw your arms around him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Sanji gasped out loud, right before returning the hug back with his arms wrapped around your figure—he let out relieved chuckles, nuzzling his neck along your shoulder.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Sanji exhaled repeatedly, weeping softly.

“I can hear you say that forever,” you responded.

“And…” he pulled back, smiling wide at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I will say that forever if I have to.”

You blinked, wiping away the tears—grateful for the overwashing pain to finally fade away from your heart as your vision fell back to its normal state.

“Forever?” You asked.

He smiled; lips close to the flushed skin.

“Forever.”

“Whoaaa, look at these onions!”

Luffy cried out loud, jumping up and down near the railing, looking at the fallen bag where the vegetables were slowly rolling around. “Haha, this is sooo awesome!”

You watched the captain jump around the vegetables while Chopper used his stethoscope to keep track of your heart rate. He nodded right before the reindeer smiled at you with big eyes; nose fidgeting. “You’ll be fine, Y/N. I’m glad that you’re not lovesick anymore, but I made some medicine for you to take every night.”

“Thank you, Chopper,” you smiled, petting the doctor who suddenly did a little dance in regards to your kindness. “I didn’t even think love sickness was a thing.”

The reindeer nodded quickly. “It is. It forces the victim to suffer extreme pain near their heart and chest. The only cure is to have the patient officially declare their feelings. Apparently, it doesn’t affect those who aren’t in love.”

“You know,” Nami hummed in, catching your attention. She shook her head before pouting. “Had I known that you and Sanji liked each other, I would’ve made a bet on who would have confessed first.”

Robin laughed, closing her eyes in enjoyment. “We already know Y/N would’ve been more confident enough to say something.”

“Hey now!” Usopp’s familiar voice rang out from behind the two women. “If it wasn’t for me and my super awesome love giving advice, Y/N wouldn’t have the power to unleash their amaaazing feelings to our beloved chef!”

Coughing out loud, Franky stretched and shook his head. “Hey, don’t act all prideful now, bro.”

“Don’t argue with me, you’re the one that said that Y/N shouldn’t confess their feelings!”

“But… they still did!” Franky started to cry immediately, purring out loud happily right before he struck a pose. “And it was sooo super!”

“Wait,” you blinked at Usopp and Franky. “You guys saw me and Sanji together near the sunset?”

“Well, of course!” Usopp’s voice was raised more confidently. “I had to make sure our dear friend was taken care of and I went to your aid immediately!”

“Hey,” Franky murmured. “I was there too. We were both freaking out together.”

“Yohohoho!” Brook’s laugh echoed as he made his steps to you. “I’m very delighted to hear about our new relationship onboard the Thousand Sunny. Remind me to play a tune in celebration for you later, Y/N.”

You blinked, awkwardly laughing. “Ah, you don’t have to do that, you see…”

“Oh, my dear, I would be able to see—if I had eyes! Yohohoho!”

“Dear God.”

“Oi, Marimo, I had that last finishing move ready!”

Sanji’s voice caused your eyes to widen, and a smile grew on your face immediately. Standing up too fast, Chopper grabbed onto your hand and gave you a look to watch for your physical health—to not take things too far and fast right away, and you stood with the others (ignoring the jumpy Luffy behind you, as he played with the pink and purple onions).

Zoro and Sanji got on the ship, where they both carried bags—which could be more ingredients—and they went on arguing. Their faces were scratched up, but Sanji promised you that he’d take care of the cupid bastard once you were under Chopper’s care.

(Luffy had been too distracted with the different colored vegetables, but.

That was alright.)

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro quipped, shaking his head. “Should’ve been faster, but the chef is even too slow on his own feet.”

“What’d you say you—” Sanji started to snap back right before he dropped his bag and then immediately rushed over to your presence.

You smiled at him, only to cry out in surprise when his arms were thrown around you. Not caring that the others were around, he pulled back—with a brightening smile—as Sanji placed his lips on yours; chapped slightly, though molded together perfectly.

He pulled away, grinning happily. “You’re okay,” he sighed.

“Of course,” you responded. “Never felt better.”

Sanji pulled you in for a hug, pressing faint kisses on your neck, causing you to giggle. “I love you so much.”

“Careful,” Chopper poked Sanji’s ankles. “Don’t eat their face now, they’re not food, Sanji.”

“Oh, Chopper!” Robin chuckled into her palm.

“Yeah, please don’t make out in front of us,” Nami laughed along with Robin. “And Luffy, shut the hell up! They’re just onions!”

“This is so super!” Franky cried into his large arm. “I have never been so proud of my own bestie!”

“You go, Y/N!” Usopp wailed, cupping his mouth with his palm. “Remember you couldn’t have done it without me!”

“This brings me warmth to my heart,” Brook clapped his hands. “Oh wait, I don’t—”

“You don’t have a heart!” Chopper giggled with a smile.

“Please, Chopper… skull jokes are all I have!”

Zoro scoffed, showing off a satisfied smirk. “Finally,” he shook his head. “You two have been gushing at each other for too long now. It was pretty obvious. Now don’t go eating each other’s faces in front of us.”

“Wait,” Luffy scratched his neck in confusion. “Why would Y/N and Sanji eat each other? Are they yummy?”

“Are you an idiot?” Sanji quipped, scrunching his nose.

Luffy hummed, pouting. In an instant, he grinned widely, and then his jaw dropped excitedly. “Wait—Sanji, if you ever taste Y/N, can you let me know how they taste?!”

“You fucking idiot!”

“Whaaat… I’m sure they taste like meat, right?”

“Watch your damn mouth!”

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#sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji imagine #one piece imagine

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sanjiafsincedayone · 3 years ago

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Hello !! I really admire your theories and perspectives of Sanami . I'm your fan !! Would you mind if i ask about your thought about how different in relationships between Sanami and Luna are..... and what make you choose Sana over Luna. I would really like to see your perspective about them. Thank you very much 💙🧡🌈🌈✨✨

Hi and thank you so much for you kind words. :) Sorry that I haven't answered sooner.

I feel I have talked about this subject in various posts of mine (like SaNa is a good ship or Why SaNa over other ships?), so I hope it's ok if you feel I might be repeating myself. ^^''

I don't really want to start ship wars so before anything I just want to say that people can enjoy whatever ship they want and everything in this post is just my view.

First of all, most shipping is based on preference to some degree, and for me I simply enjoy Sanji and Nami as a romantic option more. I also don't ship Luffy with anyone, because I don't really see the appeal of romance with his character.

Maybe because so many have the idea that romantic love is superior to other kinds they feel like it's needed, but I really don't think Luffy ending up with a romantic interest is necessary for his story. I also think that pairing Luffy with one of his crew members feels a bit off. Especially after such a long time without any interest from either party. (I don't feel like Oda will make Luffy pick "favorites" amongst his crew explicitly).

As for the general relationship between Luffy and Nami I've talked about it a bit in my two posts Luffy – A “Brief” look and Nami – A “Brief” look. I think they have a great bond and that it is one of the ones Oda have given more time to show. But that kind of just makes me think a romance is even less likely, considering how he has written them so far basically without any hint of romantic coded moments at all.

In contrast I also think despite Luffy being the Main character the fact that Oda keeps giving a lot of moments between Nami and Sanji in particular instead of between Nami and Luffy makes them a better bet for romance. Just from a storytelling perspective I think some of Oda's choices with SaNami could be intentional setup for romance towards the end of the story. Even in the way Luffy and Sanji leave Nami to someone else is a rather big contrast. Like how Luffy tells Sanji to save Nami in Thriller Bark, and now more recently how Sanji told Usopp "I leave MY Nami-san to you."

A writer rarely adds story for no reason, and we already know Oda is very good at foreshadowing. If he has a plan for any romance to happen by the end I am sure he already knows who and has an ideal of how it will happen.

The thing is that I don't expect romance to happen until the end, mostly because it's kind of a distraction from the adventure. However, to me it seems implied that for Sanji love is something that he wants and dreams about. If Oda gives Sanji a happy ending I think it's possible that romance will be included.

With both Viola and Purin it seems to me that Oda has shown that love is something that Sanji does want and also does take seriously. It's not just lust, there is romance there too. I think the fact that a big part of the fandom shifted from Sanji will die alone to seeing potential in romance for both Viola and Purin shows that Oda can shift the narratives if he wants to. Though it's been a rather slow change.

With both of these women Oda also showed them actually falling for Sanji to some degree, and seeing his good sides despite his pervertedness. In fact WCI was a whole arc to show what a great person Sanji is.

What we also got was Sanji clearly putting Nami above these two women and even both of them reacting to Sanji and Nami. Something that Oda has shown consistently over many years in the manga is that even though Sanji flirts with all women, Nami is his number one.

I think with Sanji and Nami what we lack is mutual interest from Nami's side and that is something I think Oda needs to address properly if SaNa is to make sense as an ending pair. The point is that we are already halfway there because we know that Sanji loves her. With Lu/Na we have no interest at all, not even a one sided one. Even though they for sure have a strong bond.

Again, in Wano we got Sanji saying "My Nami-san" for the first time in the entire manga. I don't see why Oda would suddenly add that for no reason when he hasn't before. At the very least it makes it more difficult for other characters to end up with Nami, unless Sanji ends up with someone.

Basically Sanji loves Nami and if Nami ends up with someone else Sanji also needs a happy ending first. And if that someone is Luffy it's kind of just gonna be more of a slap in Sanji's face. (Obviously he loves them and would likely want them to be happy, but from a story telling POV.)

Oda has used Nami and Sanji together many times for character moments, fights and even romantic looking scenes or themes. I don't see why he would bother to go out of his way to highlight Sanji and Nami together so often if he plans for Nami to be with Luffy. Because Luffy is the main character, putting him and Nami together is easy and he does it a lot. But writing moments like Luffy leaving Nami to Sanji or Nami and Sanji having their own separate conflict on WCI etc. are choices Oda didn't have to include but did anyways. You can also see a clear difference in how Sanji treats and how often he ends up with Robin vs Nami. There just seems to be this idea in Oda's mind that Sanji goes wherever Nami goes and thus their storylines often include each other in various ways, big or small.

Maybe it will just be an unresolved thing where nothing really changes. But I have a hard time seeing Lu/Na happen with the way Oda writes SaNa. If Sanji gets a happy ending with someone else, then maybe Lu/Na could happen, but even then I don't personally see the point of it. Neither do I think we have seen the buildup necessary for it to work at this point.

Thank you so much again! I am glad you enjoy my content and that you decided to leave me an ask.

#sanami #sanji x nami #sannami #sanji #nami #one piece spoilers #one piece shipping

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 4 years ago

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The Voyage So Far: Enies Lobby

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

this is still one of my very favorite nami panels. i think she’s really great through all of water 7 and enies lobby in general, actually, even though she isn’t really one of the characters in focus for a lot of it- like zoro and sanji, she stays pretty steadfast and very badass even though everything that happens, and never gives up on robin for a moment despite being one of the ‘weaker’ members of the crew. and it’s always fun to see her playing with lightning.

one of my favorite jokes from the first half or so of enies lobby is the strawhats both being completely unsurprised that luffy charges in ahead of them as soon as they arrive AND being able to find him immediately by following the explosions. they know him so well.

luffy’s never been scared of dying, going all the way back to when he told coby he was fine with dying for his dream back in chapter two or three. that conversation is what his exchange with blueno here reminds me of- blueno asks him how long he intends to keep fighting, and luffy says until he dies, like there’s nothing to it.

it’s always been a trait of his to face death unflinching with a grin, so long as it’s for the sake of something he cares about, be it his crew or his brother or his dream, and i just really like that about him.

i’ll go into it in the dressrosa post too, but i think it’s really impressive just how long oda held off on giving luffy any sort of significant power-up. he gets his first big power boost in the whole series here, forty volumes in. i’ve always liked that oda is very conservative with power boosts like this, because it both keeps the series’ powerscaling in check and makes the times it does happen much weightier. this is a monumental moment, and it feels like it.

also, i love the way gear two is drawn pre-timeskip, especially with the steam. it looks very cool and atmospheric.

i really like how united the strawhat crew feels throughout enies lobby, after all the internal turmoil and discord of water seven. even though the matter of usopp leaving the crew is still unresolved, they’ll all together once more, on the same page, and fully united in the goal of saving robin, whatever consequences it might bring.

the tree of knowledge has such a cool design- it looks massive, and even more than that, it looks old. you look at that tree and you know its been there for easily thousands of years. its seen entire eras of history, and it would be priceless even without the countless books stored inside it.

and then it burns.

i’m so endlessly sad about the tragedy that is robin’s relationship with her mother. they never even got to see each other until their world was ending, and even then only for a couple minutes.

olvia is a very interesting character, because she’s someone who chose her dream over the people she loved. that’s not an inherently good or bad choice, but it is a choice she made, and it’s what led to the ending she and robin had to have. i’ve wondered a lot what might have happened if she chose the other way, if she never left or if she came back sooner or if she chose to flee the buster call with robin, and how different (and almost certainly better) robin’s life would have been if she had.

in a way, olvia reminds me a lot of kouzuki toki. they both die in order to fling a light of knowledge and hope into the future, and they both send their children away and choose to stay behind to choke on ash for the sake of a better tomorrow.

i didn’t really notice until putting these panels together, but a lot of things burn in enies lobby. ohara burns, and the pluton plans and the world government flag, and enies lobby itself, and at the end, the going merry burns, too. if you extend it back to water seven, there’s the galley-la headquarters, too. in an arc that deals so much with the preservation and destruction of history and knowledge, it’s a fitting motif.

the world government flag burning is still to this day one of the most striking panels out of a series full of them, in my opinion. in one act, the strawhats proclaim their absolute defiance against the world government, and their willingness to make enemies of the greatest power in the world for the sake of their friend.

it’s also another one of those moments that’s interesting to think about in the context of luffy’s past. it was a ship flying that same flag that shot sabo down, and while luffy wasn’t there to see it, i don’t think he’s oblivious to that fact, especially given how he says just before this he understands robin’s enemies perfectly.

dadan told him and ace that there was nothing they could do against the whole world, and luffy went and did it anyways.

sometimes i just think about how scary it must have been for robin, someone who’s been weighed down by the shackles of her past with no escape in sight for so very long, to open herself up and let herself hope, for life and freedom and a dream that’s always been out of reach.

franky has a lot of really great moments between this arc and water seven- his conversation with usopp as usopp is working on merry and his talk with robin on the sea train are two others. it’s almost impressive how quickly he becomes an immensely likable character once we start getting to know him, given how he’s first introduced as an absolute piece of shit.

his burning of the pluton plans is a favorite of mine, and i think it might be because, like so many people before and after him, he’s choosing here to stake all his hopes on the strawhats, on luffy’s ability to pull off the impossible and on robin’s goodness. when robin’s only ever been chased and hated and called a demon by the world, franky chooses to trust her and luffy with the legacy his dad died for, and neither of them let him down.

monster point looks SO FUCKING TERRIFYING in enies lobby, and i LOVE it. look at that. franky is seven and half feet tall, and in front of monster point he’s tiny. monster point is huge, and dead-eyed, and a force of absolute destruction. i do kind of wish we got to see chopper go completely feral like this more often. he deserves to be terrifying!

i love how much FAITH all the rest of the strawhats continue to have in usopp throughout enies lobby. he left the crew and they really would have a right to be angry at him if they chose to, but it doesn’t even seem to cross any of their minds. they’re just happy he’s okay, and they include him again without missing a beat, because he’s still their friend and they know down to their bones they can trust him, even after everything.

i’ve always really loved zoro and kaku’s little moment of post-battle banter here- zoro relays paulie’s message about cp9 being fired, kaku says he’s out of a job, zoro tells him to try the zoo, and kaku cracks up.

it feels very real to me for whatever reason, and i think part of it ties back into how well one piece handles morality with its characters- zoro and kaku are genuinely pretty similar people who get along decently, it just happens that they wound up on opposite sides. there are series where you’d never see moments like this due to the lines between good and bad being so firmly drawn, and i love how one piece blurs those lines so much they may as well not exist a lot of the time.

this is the other sequence, along with luffy climbing the drum rockies barehanded, that always makes me physically cringe to look at. it looks so painful. robin is so nearly powerless here, but not quite- she can still buy time for her crew to catch up, even if it’s only seconds, even if she risks shattering her teeth or even her jaw in the process. she’s spent so long giving up and has only just started daring to hope- she’s not about to go gentle.

there aren’t many panels that give me catharsis like this one. there really aren’t.

oda’s villains are usually complicated and awful and often a little admirable, if only for how clever or how terrifyingly powerful they are, but every now and then he comes up with someone who’s just pathetic and cowardly and pointlessly cruel. spandam is like this, obviously, and so is orochi, and the celestial dragons, and i’d argue flampe from whole cake island as well. and there’s nothing like seeing characters like them- weak, cruel people so assured in their own power and rightness- get obliterated.

one of the things i really like about enies lobby is that nobody really gets sidelined- everybody gets multiple chances to shine. luffy, usopp, and obviously robin are the most in focus, obviously, but zoro, sanji, nami, chopper, and even franky all get a bunch of individual awesome moments. oda’s ability to handle his cast satisfyingly is consistently really impressive (if sometimes strained in huge ensemble arcs like dressrosa or wano) and it really shows here, i think.

i just really love the entire climax of enies lobby. much like the arc as a whole, it just feels triumphant, even though the situation is extremely dire. luffy unlocking gear three, robin’s cuffs getting unlocked, usopp shooting spandam and the marines all the way from the tower of justice- it’s all just good, a long chain of much-needed victories and catharses, and it feels very good to read.

i’ll always be impressed by just how much characterization oda manages to give merry, a boat. she’s only really a character in water seven and the end of enies lobby, only about two chapters of which she actually speaks in. and yet i don’t think you’d find a single one piece fan who disagrees that merry’s death is easily one of the most heartwrenching in the entire series.

i love the reactions of the strawhats to robin’s thanks. they’ve just gone through hell to save her, most of them are beat to shit and they all risked their lives, and yet they all just smile, or brush it off, because to them there’s nothing else they could have done. it’s all worth it, so long as they got her back, so long as she’s safe and happy.

merry’s funeral just hits me in the chest every single time i read it. it’s tragic, of course, but there’s also something almost lovely about it, something peaceful about her getting to go out on her own terms, carrying her crew to safety one last time, defying every rule of the universe to do it. just like a strawhat pirate.

oda’s ability to communicate emotion through expressions really comes through here, too. merry has the only lines in this scene, fitting for her death in the limelight, but the shots of every other crewmate’s face let us know at a glance just what they’re all feeling and just how strongly they’re feeling it.

you know, i’d forgotten we only learn the name of the new world after enies lobby. we only get proper exposition about the revolutionary army and the yonkou here, too, despite them being set up since loguetown and jaya (or alabasta, or even chapter one if you count from shanks’s introduction) respectively. oda’s ability to parse out exposition and explanation so we always have just the right amount of information is really impressive- we always have more questions, but we also always have the feeling that those questions have answers, and that sooner or later they’ll be revealed.

points at shanks. i just think he’s neat.

it’s my opinion that one of the great joys of one piece is seeing luffy and the crew rise up in the world, and seeing them gain more and more notoriety. i love nothing they do ever happens in a vacuum- everything has impacts, and there are always outside eyes watching, and often those impacts are things that they never could have predicted.

ace and blackbeard is still, i think, definitely one of the coolest looking fights in the whole series. it’s not all that often we get to see two people with extremely flashy and showy abilities go all-out against each other, and the resulting fireworks are still really something to behold, despite how badly it all ends.

#the voyage so far #one piece #opmeta #long post #arc: enies lobby #arc: post enies lobby #not japanese

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asexualzoro · 5 years ago

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list of reasons i find Brook ridiculous

for brook’s birthday, ive decided to follow up my other two posts of this genre by dragging yet another idiot swordsman. i have everybrook open on my phone next to me. here we go

- first and foremost his most ridiculous crime is existing. as he’s already so ridiculous as a character, im going to talk only about things hes done

- i want to know, did Brook make a conscious effort to change his laugh to sound like his favorite song? how long did it take? what was the in between period like? what did his crew have to say about this? the rumbar pirates were big on playful teasing, did they let Brook live this down?

- ALTERNATIVELY: was brook’s laugh already like that? is that why bink’s sake is his favorite song? is that why it was York’s favorite-- oh we only made it two bullet points before i made myself sad

- relatedly i cannot make fun of anything Brook did in his backstory it will make me too sad. hes spared for now

- i DO want to say from a writing standpoint its so fucking ridiculous to me that he mentions twice being a convoy captain in the past and it never comes up again. oda?? why even bother to include something that cool if you weren't even going to do anything with it?? you could have said hes just always been a pirate but no. oda?? oda

- there was that bit where a bunch of people thought Brook was satan and addressed him as such (i think Satan-sama in the original, and the translation i read was like... Lord Satan or Lord Demon or something). not only did Brook never correct them, but he also ran with it and later used this case of mistaken identity as a reason to threaten to eat a man’s heart

- also both men and women were showing him their underwear in that bit. bi rights

- those satanists let Brook get kidnapped while saying they would try to summon him back. do you think they're still at it

- Brook is older than... basically every old man in the series. Garp, Whitebeard, Rayleigh... all of them. something about that is so weird to me and i cannot place why

- Brook has seen and can prove the existence of an afterlife in One Piece canon and its then never addressed again

- Brook missed so many huge events while being dead. im looking at a timeline rn and these include the obvious, like, roger’s execution and subsequent effect on in-world culture and society and whatever. but also things like the destruction of ohara (which was in his home sea), the founding of the world power known as the revolutionary army (which was about 20yrs ago), and the births of every other member of his crew. wack

- he seems to know about stuff related to the pirate king post time skip, and i wonder if thats because someone told him or he’s just playing along now. maybe he just thinks Luffy made up the term pirate king cuz it sounds cool and he wants to support his captain’s interests

- if he DID ask though, like, who did he ask? his managers? did he pull aside some fan asking for an autograph at a concert like “hey, you look like a knowledgable young lad, mind helping me out?”

- i would love to be there when someone takes the time to explain roger, the pirate king, raffle, the One Piece.... and Brook asks them “what is the One Piece?”.... and someone has to look him in the eye (...or not) and tell him “i don't know”

- Brook has technically died of fright (his soul left his body), like... at least once? it was luffy’s fault

- Brook was an urban legend on the florian triangle and i doubt he even knows that about himself

- when they're heading to fishmen island Brook gets all scared when they encounter a possible ghost ship and Usopp slaps him

- when captured by big mom he sleeps so godamn soundly and securely that he is harder to wake up than she is and this fact nearly gets a bunch of his crew killed

- Brook is the only character i can think of who has ever broken the fourth wall. he only did it once. maybe seeing the afterlife means he now knows hes in a manga. or maybe being isolated for 50 years just made his head be not screwed on right

- speaking of, there’s a bit in WCI at the wedding where Brook is decapitated. i don't know how it goes in the anime, but in the manga like... no one is shown to have decapitated him. his head just pops off. maybe he was just having fun

- also the bit where he rips the fake face off in wci. when someone calls him gross he cries

- there’s a bit in fishmen island where Brook is trying to ask Nami if he can see her panties (disgusting bastard) and he inadvertently protects her from being dehydrated by some guy they were fighting. except the panel setup reminds me a lot of / mimics ace protecting Luffy from Akainu, and it haunts me

- speaking of bits from fishmen island that haunt me, there's a page where it’s strongly implied Brook fucked a mermaid (maybe two). i will of course include the page here

- yeah. sorry.

- when Brook first meets the strawhats he invites himself inside because “it’s cold out!” but he later admits in punk hazard that he cant feel cold. he was just lying

- no one introduces himself to Brook except Luffy for the entirety of thriller bark

- half related, Franky cradles Brook in his arms / carries Brook around for like a full scene in thriller bark

- there's a link two second bit in film gold where the crew is just relaxing while they're planning for how they're going to get Zoro back and they're all shown eating burgers from pirate mcdonalds or whatever. and Brook is eating a burger and hes so messy that hes got burger on his forehead, and Franky is next to him just looking at him

- Brook also wears fake skin in that movie

- Brook has a running gag where he gets upset when things refuse to eat him and i was going to make a joke about it but im wondering if maybe hes just afraid of being left behind........ made myself sad again

- he cries when a dragon won't eat him tho

- Brook admits to reading monster hentai when talking to Sanji and Kin’emon and if i have to be burdened with knowing that so do you

- when hes trying to figure out the weakness of the zombies on thriller bark he overhears one ate a salted fish and lost its shadow and immediately assumes “oh, must have been the fish!” idiot man

- where does his sword cane go when hes not using it. it just appears. where does he store it

- there's a bit where the strawhats all use a combo attack at thriller bark and the first step is firing an electrically charged Brook in a slingshot through oars/oz. he ends up in a wall and no one ever pulls him out. i don't even think the manga shows how he got down

- enemies post time skip regularly assume Brook is dead when they manage to knock the crew out and it makes me wonder how popular of a rock star Brook actually was

- Brook goes on a mini rant to no one while they're descending to fisherman island where he wonders aloud how he sees without eyes and it makes me lose it

- this isn't Brook technically but Nekomamushi is based on a song Brook’s voice actor wrote about his cat.

- Brook literally doesn't have a brain. like i know we all know that but its so fucking funny. we make jokes about other strawhats only having one braincell or whatever but Brook straight up 100% just has a seashell where his brain is supposed to be

- why does he have rubber glove looking hands when hes haunting the castle at wano i fucking hate them

- relatedly, there’s a bit where Brook mentions he’s been, at kinemon’s interaction, sitting in a well for like... possibly days? is he okay

- honestly i love everything about Brook’s actions as a ghost in wano bc its so fucking funny but my FAVORITE fact is that Brook is in the wikipedia article about starving skeletons

im leaving you with that. appreciate ur local skeleton today

#brook #soul king brook #One Piece #my posts #ridiculous lists #zaria dont look #long post #this is like a condensed version of what its like to follow me pn twitter i think #i could probs add more but i wont

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askmoria · 4 years ago

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Hi there, I hope you are well, I discovered your blog a couple of weeks ago and I just wanted to say I really love how you draw Moria, you make him so expressive and just downright adorable! You and reading thriller bark have actually given me a lot of inspiration for stories, characters and drawings, I'm still finding Moria difficult to draw but I'm starting to get the hang of him, so thank you so much and I hope you keep enjoying what you're doing!

((Thank you! I’m glad that you’ve enjoyed my blog; I feel bad about slowing down on how often I post, but juggling work, domestic obligations and my own waxing and waning inspiration has always been a challenge.

Moria has a simple cartoony look that’s really hard to get consistent, as evidenced by how amorphous he is in the manga. I try to start by outlining the curve of his head and neck using a simple fleshy shape,

...then work out his features in more detail. I often have to resize his facial features because I tend to draw his nose and ears too big.

I try to position his brow and nose within the bounds of his mouth and use his sideburns to outline his face.

His body is eggplant-shaped, with thin shoulders. I try to show his body stretching or hunching up expressively when I draw him.

I’m always glad to see other One Piece fans creating fanworks involving Moria!))

#r0se-demon #gecko moria

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iprefertheterminsane · 4 years ago

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What I should be doing; Updating my current BFU/GoMens fanfic

What I am doing instead; drafting an entirely NEW BFU/GOMens fanfic

Here it is;

Story Idea:

BFU*Good Omens, but make it scary.

The Unsolved Crew are trying to return to the airport after a successful hunt in London. Shane suggests they follow a scenic route of no discernible town. They somehow find themselves in a town that is not on the GPS maps with weird vibes and, surprise surprise, their rental breaks down. They have all watched enough horror thrillers to know all the cliché-est plot points. What lives in Devil's Dyke? Are the Them serial killers? Is Warlock going to betray them? Shane and TJ are probably going to die. But most importantly; What does it all have to do with Ryan?

-This is Shyan centric. On their way back to the airport, Shane suggests the crew take a scenic route down South Downs on their way back from London with the promise of a beautiful lake. The London shoots had been rife with sexual tension, and Shane does not want the moment to end.

-They find themselves driving into a town instead, suburbania and quaint. The townsfolk frown at them as they pass by. RP Tyler straddles his barking poodle. They obviously don't like newcomers.

-The rental breaks down. The cliche Ness starts to dawn on them

-"Hahaha, next we'll find out this place doesn't have line!"

-There is no line. They all glare at Mark.

-In a fit of nervousness, Ryan starts offline vlogging. Shane suggests they go into town to ask for someone to call the two service and find someplace with line. Surely SOMEONE will recognize them.

-But strangers look away and walk faster away when they approach. Whoever they manage to start scowling or fidgeting, and none of them seems to recognize the duo. Some even claim to know only faintly of YouTube. It's getting unreal. They do not seem to be joking, and get only more upset whenever the Crew tries to convince or tell them otherwise. It is finally pushing dusk. The Crew stops by a beautiful park. There is no one around, but a young boy, who has a look in his eyes they find relief in: recognition.

-His name is Warlock Dowling, and he showed them a copy of his birth certificate to prove it, claiming that it happens often enough that he has to resort doing so. It's so fucking cliche it hurts. Ryan hates this movie already.

-But Warlock is the son of an American Ambassador who lives in the UK, and thus, likely the only child who seems to recognize them and their YouTube Channel. He is not a big fan, but it's a whole site better than literally everyone else. South Downs is a bedtime story, he claims. It's perfect in the way all the towns in children storybooks are perfect. Nobody plays the internet in a storybook town. It is not a prank. Devon is skeptical.

-Warlock invites them to go to the Ambassador's house a little ways down the airbase near the back of the town, (what kind of horror path will they take? Thought Ryan. Both feel like equally bad ideas.) but they decide to go tomorrow. He directs them to a bed and breakfast instead. All the rooms look the same. The lady barely looks up as she hands them their keys. There is electricity in the rooms, meaning they could charge their appliances. For naught of anything better to do, they are filming this entire experience. They somehow convince themselves that Shane is going to die because Ryan is evidently the Protagonist, and since Shane is his Best Friend, he is either going to betray them or die in a heroic act sacrificing himself for Ryan. In a fit of panic, Ryan tells Shane he has a crush on him. Which is great and sweet and all, but now REALLY seals the deal in because now Shane is a love interest instead. Hasnt Ryan heard of the bury your Gays trope?

-"I knew you guys were gonna end up gay" "what why." "they have to kill SOMEONE off and none of us are black and Ryan s the protagonist."

-They don't find Warlock in the park the next day, and are forced to look for him themselves. Walking of course. They find out about the satanic nunnery that caught on fire on a cafe because the waitress explains that they have to pass through that and the abandoned airbase in the back of the town to get to the villa on foot. They all sigh in exhausted manner, not much in the mood for dying.

-Trudge they do anyway. Nowhere out but through.

-The old satanic nunnery is....not abandoned

-They rush inside and find that it is a company teamwork support organization, and they give out paintball sessions. There is electricity. There is a line, even if the company wasnt currently in season. They try to find a worker.

-They find her. Sister Mary is haggard and busy running an entire company and booking sessions all by herself. She is in turns dismissive and annoyed to moderately tolerant....up until she learns of Ryan's name

-She suddenly wants nothing to do with any of them, practically shoving them out her door and face sheet white, mumbling about being busy and how it wasn't personal. The door slams in their faces. Ryan looks like he is about to cry. Shane snaps.

-He breaks the door down, to the shouts of surprise from the rest of the crew, and announces, with the loud, arrogant nonchalance of a white man, that he is not going to budge until she tells them everything they want to know about Lower Tadfield, the South Downs and yknow the fuck what? Neither will Ryan. The rest of the Crew follow his example and dig their heels in, pretending to film her for good measure. They are counting on the fact that she does not have security, and that even if she calls the cops on them, the building is far too suburbania to find very quickly. Mary looks absolutely terrified, and refuses to look Ryan in the eye. She eventually gives in, on the account that they will soon leave immediately.

-The find out that she was an ex convent of the Chattering Order of St. Berryl's, a satanic nunnery. She came back because she had been born here, and oddly enough, the convent meant something to her. A good dozen of the Satanists died due to a lightning storm catching the nunnery on fire the night two babies had been born, and three left through the gates. She's never been afraid of Lower Tadfield. Nothing ever happens here. They don't buy it, but it's apparent she believes what she is saying.

-They demand to use the present line to call for another rental, cancel their airport tickets, etcetera etcetera, emphasizing that they are excited about leaving just as much as she does. With this promise, she allows them to do so.

--They manage to get their raw footage to Cloud and cancel their tickets but just as they are about to call for a new car, the lights start flickering. The building rumbles. Mary looks straight at Ryan and tells them to run. They grab each other s hands and does so.

-There halfway down the road when TJ yelps, and Devon announces they are being chased by something. They decide to run into the woods down further down south to lose it.

-It is dusk. Nobody is happy. At least everyone is alive though, which is something. Ryan remarks that the chase scenes in the movies are exactly as tiring as they make it out to be.

-Mark hears running water, and the Crew finds an occupied cottage on the shoreline of the sea. Their sighs are loud; both relieved and annoyed. Mark starts chanting/praying that they are not serial killers. Shane announces that everyone must be ready to leave at a moments notice, and sleep in the woods of they must, to everyone's agreement.

-The man who opens the door wears glasses and low slung jeans, eyebrow raised rudely. His husband, blonde and plump, tells him to let them come in, and that it is nearly dinner. They are gracious hosts-old enough to be someone's grandparents. Cute and domestic as well. Shane goes strangely quiet when the couple dances in the living room, and Ryan chalks it up to their romantic relationship, for which they share talks. There are unoccupied rooms they could bunk in-five; each of them reserved for the couple's godkids. Despite getting their own rooms, Ryan cuddles with Shane. He is oddly tense, at least until they start making out.

-Ryan wakes at night to voices in his ear, and decides to get a glass of something to drink. Shane is out cold. He finds TJ in the kitchen, looking at his phone. It is a picture of his family-Kate and their daughter. This is hugely concerning, as it is a surefire telltale that TJ might not make it. Ryan promises him they'll get back home. TJ clasps him on the back and tells him not to make promises he can't keep.

-Shane wakes the crew at 4 am and tells them, quietly, to pack up and leave for town. He had found a map, and determined the way to navigate. They are confused but obliging. They do not wake their hosts-in fact, Shane seems to want to make sure they leave without their knowledge. They find their way back into Tadfield by 8.30 am, and it is only as they are having bfast that Shane tells them that there is no tech but the radio-which isn't plugged in. The water runs, but the pipes underneath the sink are not attached to anything. Crowley does not eat, and his eyes were....weird. Too many red flags. And as he searched the room for maps before Ryan came into his room the night before, he had found a crumpled poker card of the Antichrist, and Devon admits to finding one of War, a horseman of the Apocalypse, in hers. Mark taps his fork anxiously, and his eyes spell out what they all could tell. The climax is soon.

- It is not until Ryan walks and spots a bespectacled child of Warlocks age that he realizes he has barely seen any children in this town, and suggests that they follow him to ask whether he knew Warlock. The rest of the crew return to the BnB for some well deserved rest, but Shane and Ryan pursues the kid....into the forest.

-They lose him until HE found THEM. He immediately recognizes Ryan, who had to introduce his best friend Shane. Two other kids appear from between the trees. One of them, a girl, has a large wooden sword. They are surrounded. Shane grips Ryans hand, and asks, half jokingly, is they are serial killers, and if they are intending to kill him.

-The Them claims that it happened like, one time, and they do not plan to kill Shane, but their smile looks too wide to be genuine, like they are sharing a personal joke. The boys start walking away. The Them follows. Ryan asks if they know Warlock. They stop, sharing looks. Brian asks how they met Warlock. Ryan refuses to tell them . The kids get defensive, the way 13 year olds tend to get when they are about to justify doing a notable offense, like staying awake past bedtime The wind picks up, and the kids get visibly relieved. Brian tells them that Adam is coming, in a way that makes them feel like they definitely do not want to meet Adam. They scram it.

-They are being chased again. This time, when Ryan looks back, he sees what looks like a dog but isn't-like something is badly wearing the skin of a dog, like it has too many limbs to fit into four legs, a slobbering maw and hellfire eyes.

-They manage to leave the woods, and almost get hit by a three wheeled blue car. Shane bangs on the door and it opens for them, and Ryan shouts at them to step on it. It is only when they get to a quaint little cottage at the other end of the town do they acknowledge their saviours-a bespectacled, brown skinned woman and a jittery boyfriend.

-The woman is American. She recognizes them immediately, and says that she is a huge fan of True Crime. It is the most mundane , normal conversation they have for all of 2 days. They enter Jasmine Cottage. Shane slumps.

-there is a horseshoe above the door, and runes etched into the wood. The smell of incense burns strongly, and a redlined conspiracy board in a corner of the kitchen.

-The woman calls herself a professional occultist. A witch, basically. Which is...fine. She is at least honest and blasè about it, which made someone in this godforsaken town at least. Shane spots a picture of the Antichrist on her pinup board, the same one as seen in the poker card he's found in AziCrow's cottage. Anathema notices, and admits that it's complicated. They are confused, angry and terrified, and mentions their encounter with Adam, and everything else they'd had to suffer through as they are stuck in the village. Her facial emotions change from shock, to calculating, to confused, to skeptical, before finally ending In blank. She claims that it is very unlike Adam, as he usually does not go about scaring people from out of the village. He had welcomed her in just fine, and the town had followed short after. Shane asks about the Antichrist and Horsepeople symbolism. She waves that one away, claiming how it wasn't important and that 'They wouldn't believe her anyway.' She offers Meet to drive them back to their Inn, and they accept.

-They get back to the village; as they open the door to their rooms, knowing that the rest of the Crew is waiting for them, Warlock is also there. He takes a single look at them, and raises an eyebrow. They tell him what happened. Warlock frowns. Tells them the only reason they'd been hounded In such a way if Adam wants something from them, and TJ puts his face into their hands.

-They ask if they should lock the door. Warlock tells them not to bother-it won't stop him anyway. Devon asks the possibility of leaving this very night. Warlock shakes his head, but looks contemplating.

-That night, Shane gets kidnapped.

-Ryan doesn't see the culprit, but something tells him it's the Them, and the Hound, and Adam. He runs into the woods. The night is cold and still, but the trees shake like they could be alive. Ryan yells angrily into the void, asking Adam what is it that he wanted, that it's him they actually want, to let Ryan go. He faces the Hound, a slobbering, monstrous nightmare. Ryan thinks he is going to die. There is a boy sitting in a dilipidated throne above a chalk pit with blood red eyes.

-Two headlights pierce through the gloom. The trees still. The hound sits, and Crowley steps out if the Bentley.

-Aziraphale is in the car. Warlock peers over his shoulder. Crowley stomps over and tells Adam to come down-that his game is over, and it stopped being funny for quite some time. Shane stumbles out of the woods, dazed and terrified, and Ryan traps him into an embrace.

-After some chastising Adam admits that he's made a bet with Greasy Johnson in school that Demons and Ghosts are real, and that the Them had managed to convince him that it lives in the woods. He had not believed them, and made them bet that if it was really haunted, Paranormal Investigators would come and make a whole documentary about it. Warlock had showed him a few episodes of BFU, and Adam thought it perfect.

-Crowley scolds him, telling him against manipulating and keeping the Crew here against their will, and Adam looks appropriately chastened. Dawn breaks. The crew emerges from the Inn in a state of panic. Crowley pat's the van twice and it comes to life.

-Someone asked Crowley if the kids really HAD killed people. Crowley waves it away, claiming that it isn't important. In the light of morning, the kids and the dog almost looks normal.

- They decide not to prod any further. Aziraphale apologizes one last time, and tells the that they are welcome in Tadfield if they choose to come again. Ryan and Shane emphasizes that they absolutely will not, ever. Aziraphale nods like he understands. They pack the equipment and leaves the town, possibly England, forever.

-In a few days time, Adam gets an email- a video titled The Horrors of Hogsback Woods, and he grins cheekily to himself.

#BuzzFeed Unsolved #Shyan maybe?#Good Omens #but scary #Warlock Dowling #Anthony Crowley #Aziraphale #Shane Madej #Ryan Bergara #fanfic #fanfic draft #Adam is a little shit #the Them are technically murderers?#tw horror #suspense #ineffable husbands #Devon #TJ Marchbank #Mark

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danwhobrowses · 4 years ago

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One Piece 1000 - 10 Confessions as a One Piece Fan

Although we did the Initial Thoughts a week ago (a long week ago, damn) which you can read here I wanted to do something for the official release of One Piece’s 1000th Chapter At first it started out to be ‘10 things I wanna ask Oda that I don’t think we’ll ever know’ but I couldn’t think of 10, then I was gonna do a General opinion post about it, but didn’t want it to come off too negative. So I am settling on a confessions post, which will have elements of these anyway.

So as we have a happy 1000, let’s talk about some stuff I usually don’t get to talk about in One Piece

Note: There will probably be spoilers so make sure you’re up to date

10. Late Beginnings I think the first confession I have to have is that despite being older than One Piece I am unfortunately not a ‘Day One’ fan. In fact I think I mainly got into One Piece around mid-Whole Cake Island arc, before I had of course known about One Piece, it was a ‘Big Three’ anime after all but the most I knew about it was that they had a guy named Luff-y and another called Zorro, and it was about ‘Pirates who can’t swim’. My curiosity only developed when in a youtube deep-dive of anime clips I kept being recommended One Piece clips, and decided to give a couple a go. Most of them were Paradise arc stuff from the anime, the dub voices were mostly atrocious so I stuck to sub. I was happily surprised about the amount of fun and emotional weight these clips gave me, which led me to check where One Piece was as of current and backtrack from there (Ironically I did the same with Beastars). I did eventually get caught up around the time of the Mafia Meeting and I’ve kept up with each chapter since.

9. I mostly still prefer the Pre-Timeskip looks When I first felt this I thought it to be pretty controversial, nowadays not so much. I understand that Oda wanted to change the look for many characters but some of them did feel like a downgrade. I think the ones who got it worst was Franky, I think it’s the bulbous shoulders, Franky was no stranger to body horror from Enies Lobby to Sabaody but I kinda preferred that he still had a lot of his humanity rather than looking like an action figure. Otherwise I think Robin, Nami and Chopper had it bad, maybe Brook too but his was more fashion than design; the women in general took heavy hits by Oda’s proportion design - I mean I get it boobs are nice but proportions are what make them better - but Robin also underwent a skin color change in the anime, who pre-timeskip shaded her skin darker than in the manga and corrected it to match the manga, I think most of us would’ve preferred Robin to have kept the darker skin tone and possibly even the fringe, Robin’s hairstyle (and her fashion in general) can be hit and miss. I go to and fro about Nami, other than the general waist and bust adjustments I think it fits her character to use her sexuality a bit, she was no stranger to that pre-Timeskip, sometimes though I can’t tell whether I preferred her with short or long hair (Short was definitely better on Nojiko), I do think though that Oda could have her show less skin, she is still very pretty in outfits such as Water 7, Thriller Bark and even her fake pirate disguise in the early chapters/episodes. Finally with Chopper I think it was a bad move to alter the hat, that was a memento from his father figure Hiriluk, it’d be like if Luffy altered his straw hat or Zoro replacing Wado Ichimonji, I do also feel that the design for Chopper’s points while easier to draw don’t look as good, I think a lot of it is the scruff, or lack thereof in favour of smoothness, Walk Point is fine but Heavy Point, Guard Point and Horn Point seem less threatening, Monster Point especially too, in Enies Lobby he looked like a cave painting of menace and destruction, now he’s smoother and his scruff lighter so it’s not as good. The rest of the designs I’m quite fine with though.

8. I wish some markings stuck as well Tattoos and Scars seem to be optional in the One Piece world sometimes, unless it’s branded in molten heat like the Dragon’s hoof, Sun Pirates logo or an attack from Sakazuki. While Nami’s redesigned tattoo has stuck around and Luffy and Zoro’s scars persist, they are mainly character reminders/mysteries for huge moments in the story, and I kinda wish that some of the Straw Hats had littler markings, not just scars either. For instance, the Alabasta X on the arm, I really wish that stayed on each of the Alabasta characters’ arms since it was a symbol of friendship with Vivi, I also wish that Luffy kept the 3D2Y mark on his arm. In terms of scars though it would’ve been nice to see the characters a bit more battle-worn; Zoro’s ankle scars from Mr. 3 have faded and frankly he should be covered in little and long scratches given his fights with Mr. 1 and 2 years of Mihawk Training, Nami’s shoulder scar is hidden completely by her tattoo and she has no scars on her hand (from fake stabbing Usopp) or foot (from blocking Miss Doublefinger), Usopp himself could’ve used some small scratches because lord knows how there’s even still bones in his nose plus he was in murder island for 2 years, Chopper could at least have a small bald patch from when his shoulder was impaled and burned by Shura’s fire lance too, other than that there’s just Jimbei’s potentially missing shoulder scar from Marineford, though Oda has kept it obscured a lot so maybe that is still there. I understand why Oda doesn’t or forgets to, but it would’ve been nice if we lived in a vacuum of no time limits and whatnot.

7. Dead End Adventure is my favourite One Piece film I don’t know what it is, but Dead End Adventure just gives me the most fun out of the One Piece films. It has a good side plot and the side character Shuraiya was a blast of a character. Granted, Gaspard wasn’t too good of a villain side for actually harming the straw hat and his defeat was a bit underwhelming but the race, the settings it was all fun. It is not to say I don’t enjoy any other One Piece movies, I delight in the horror fuel of Baron Omatsuri - and that killer final punch - and Z’s tragic tale of a fallen marine, Strong World has that epic entrance to the party and Stampede also had some great team up moments and fantastic writing for Usopp and Smoker but Dead End Adventure always feels like the movie I could watch in any mood.

6. Skypeia and Fishman Island are some of my favourite arcs While I can understand the criticism of the Long Ring Long Land arc (especially since the anime dragged out the Davy Back Fight) it surprised me that people found Skypeia and Fishman Island arcs to be boring or less entertaining than previous arcs. Everyone has their preferences of course but I felt that Skypeia and Fishman Island were very powerful arcs especially with the theme of racism. Both had glorious setting design different to the common customs of the world we had seen, Oda made both Skypeia and Fishman Island feel very much lived in with its own budding culture and prejudices, with a villain who was dead set on destroying everything just to have their way. With Enel and his priests we were able to push several characters to newer limits, with Robin showing her fighting capabilities, Zoro learning his projectile slashes, Chopper having to endure fighting 3 priests and even Usopp growing all the more braver in the face of seemingly indestructible opponents and later gaining access to the dials. With Fishman Island it was different because it was basically a ‘flex arc’: where the main villain is meant to be a stepping stone rather than a threat but even then the symbolism of the enemy is what’s significant with them, the inherited hatred of humans. But at the same time we do learn new strengths from the crew; Red Hawk, the use of armament Haki, Skywalk, Hell Memories, Franky Shogun, Usopp’s pop greens, Nami’s weather eggs, Brook’s Soul Solid and his new DF power (which is possibly an awakening), as well as the first true steps of Jimbei joining the crew. The biggest strength of both arcs is the flashback as well, like Wano would in present time both arcs demonstrated that Oda can carry a story without his main characters and still keep it as captivating as ever, be it the friendship of Noland and Calgara, the tragedies of Otohime and Fisher Tiger or the life of Kozuki Oden and the man who would be Pirate King. And the impact of Fishman Island and Skypeia’s flashbacks both come back around in Dressrosa with the dwarves and Koala, and Fishman Island really does kick off the whole Yonko saga with Luffy challenging Big Mom, these arcs were definitely significant as they were entertaining with silly faces, strong fights, challenging themes, lorebuilding, good side characters and unique twists. And the overall message of healing from the past is still significant to this day. Through Wyper’s sacrifice and the Bell ringing to Jimbei giving blood and the Ryugu royals wanting to attend the Reverie, it is all very powerful stuff and while the arcs are similar in nature its their similarities that make me love them. Also the cover stories with Enel and Gedatsu on their own mini adventures are fun

5. I really want to know where Ghin is Ghin/Gin was such an interesting character in Baratie. Given that this was right before Arlong Park too so we had not seen a character conflict with different loyalties in One Piece until then, his gratitude to Sanji against his loyalty to Krieg created a fantastically complex character, but then he left and we didn’t hear about him ever since. Did he survive Krieg’s poison gas? Is he still with Krieg? One reactor of the episode said “maybe he’ll become the next Don” which was a concept I kinda really liked. The guy was pretty strong given that he had bested Sanji at that time, and since he didn’t appear in a cover story my mind does wonder. It’s not just Ghin either, a lot of the early East Blue characters kinda fell off the map; where is Morgan? Last we saw he was sleeping as he sailed past Jango, where is Kuro? For someone wanting to resume piracy after some years off he has been very quiet, where is Krieg? Only Arlong and Morgan were arrested and the latter escaped so the rest of these characters are a mystery. Recently in Wano I am still wondering where Law’s crew that he brought to Onigashima went, as well as Caribou - where is that slippery bugger?

4. Basil Hawkins is probably one of my Top 5 Supernova There’s something about that dude I gravitate towards, which makes it quite frustrating when the anime decides to add extra malice and creepy faces to him. Hawkins in Wano is still a victim, if anything he is simply a prisoner with better working conditions, if he thought he could survive escaping Kaido he would but he doesn’t so he won’t, he’s also gonna feel sore about Drake betraying him and letting Law cut him up, so it annoys me that Hawkins is seen like a villain. Not only does he have an extremely interesting Devil Fruit and creativity with it but he’s also audaciously confident in his fortunetelling, even Luffy ran from Kizaru at Sabaody while Hawkins looked at his cards while Kizaru was about to boot him to holy hell and said ‘nah I’m not dying today’, you gotta respect that moxie. At the same time though as a pirate he has that shades of grey element, he’s okay with letting some of his crew be disposable and we don’t even know to what end, he doesn’t look like a guy too concerned about being Pirate King or having riches. I also get a good laugh in that his hobbies are interior design, it makes me really want to see what the inside of his ship looks like. I think as a top 5, I have Luffy, Zoro, Law, Hawkins and then Kid, Bege, Killer and Bonney are not far behind with Apoo dead last because fuck Apoo. Kid and Killer are cool but I do feel like they need a bit more character, Bege earned some points in being funny and his care for his family in WCI and then there’s Bonney - I really hope we dig into Bonney’s significance, she feels really important and that mystery keeps her fresh whenever we see her. Drake too has only really started to become interesting because of SWORD, we could still see more fleshing but for now he is like bottom 3. It’s a shame Urouge has to be so low, he’s not bad but he’s not spectacular either, gotta admire his hobby of lovemaking though, you do you Urouge.

3. I don’t think that either of the ‘Most Beautiful Women in the World’ are the Most Beautiful Women in One Piece The in-world consensus seems to be that the Most Beautiful Women in the World are Boa Hancock, Komurasaki and Shirahoshi, and granted they are very pretty, but the most? Not for me. I mean, y’all know that Nico Robin, Nami and Vinsmoke Reiju exist right? Makino as well is stunning, as are Tashigi, Bonney, Margaret, Ishilly, Nojiko, Vivi, Rebecca, Pudding, Perona, Cosette and I’m sure a few others, realistically I think they could all give them a run for their money. I get how for those three their beauty is a plot point (Boa it’s drilling home Luffy’s obliviousness to it, Komurasaki it’s the swerve of her not being awful and for Shirahoshi it’s due to Vander Decken IX pulling the creep factor on her) but it would’ve worked the same way without the ‘world’ hyperbole I think. As much as Oda is iffy with proportions and rarely writes women with as much attention as the boys he sure knows how to make them attractive.

2. Some of my favourite individual Straw Hat scenes aren’t in Canon If I were to have a top 5 moments of each character, it may surprise you that some of it comes from movies or filler episodes, particularly Sanji’s flexing on Jessica in the G8 Arc (in fact, Jonathon is one of my favourite marines, T-Bone is in there too, but I don’t have room to fit that). Some are of course obvious because of how iconic they are but it does go to show that sometimes filler isn’t all bad. Since you’re probably curious: As a Group Goodbye Merry [Enies Lobby] Entering Shiki’s Palace [Strong World] Walk to Arlong Park [Arlong Park] Entering the Grand Line [Reverse Mountain] vs a Stuck Oars [Thriller Bark] Jimbei Giving Luffy Blood [FMI] Vagabond Drill on Big Mom [WCI] Leaving the Big Mom Pirates [WCI] Returning in Wano [Wano] Trying to argue with Luffy [FMI] Brook vs Chess Soldiers & Big Mom [WCI] Flashback [Thriller Bark] Breaking Mother Carmel’s Picture [WCI] Baron Corpse vs Dog Minks [Zou] Hysterically laughing at seeing Duval [Sabaody] Franky vs Senor Pink [Dressrosa] Playing with the Kids [Punk Hazard] vs Fukurou [Enies Lobby] Freedom Roller [Wano] Trapping Caribou in the Barrel [FMI] Robin I Want to Live [Enies Lobby] Clutching Spandam [Enies Lobby] Throwing Usopp under the bus [G8] vs Yama [Skypeia] Clutching Tequila Wolf guards [Amazon Lily] Chopper Monster Point [Enies Lobby] Flashback [Drum Island] Chopper Man (& Minoru Kazeno) vs Usobada [Chopper Man Special] Don’t blow the whistle: Immediately blows whistle [Skypeia] Dr Chopper the definitely Human Doctor not wearing fake glasses [G8] Vivi w/ Karoo (she counts okay!) Goodbye speech [Alabasta] Escaping Bon Clay [Alabasta] Karoo Digging Luffy Out [Little Garden] Luffy Fan Club Meeting [Reverie] Slapping Usopp awake [Drum Island] Nami vs Kalifa [Enies Lobby] Standing by the kids [Punk Hazard] Saying goodbye to Bell-mere [Arlong Park] Helping Luffy vs Cracker via Lola’s Vivre Card [WCI] Luffy WILL be Pirate King [Wano] Sanji ‘I needed a light’ [Skypeia] Flexing on Jessica [G8] Saving the Vinsmokes [WCI] O-Soba Mask [Wano] vs Doflamingo [Dressrosa] Usopp Alabasta speech [Alabasta] Awakening Observation Haki [Dressrosa] Sogeking Theme Song [Enies Lobby] vs Perona [Thriller Bark] Saving Luffy from the fire [Stampede] Zoro Nothing Happened [Thriller Bark] vs Ryuma [Thriller Bark] vs Mr. 1 [Alabasta] vs Gyukimaru & Kamazo [Wano] “He’s sweeping our floors that fiend!” Test of Luck [Loguetown] Luffy ‘On the Sea, you fight Pirates’ [Wano] Red Roc [Wano] vs Katakuri [WCI] Haki clash with Doflamingo [Dressrosa] Punching Saint Charloss [Sabaody] I will have to say that for some characters I could go to 20 so if one’s missing it may’ve just missed the mark, such as Usopp and Nami vs Enel or Luffy putting back a Zombie or Stealth Luffy, I mean it is 1000 chapters as well as movies and filler episodes/specials...

1. I’ve learned quite a lot due to One Piece Since my fascination started with a deep dive of checks, I did start to learn a hell of a lot more not just about the franchise itself (you know it’s almost catching up BATMAN on total sales, which has been around more than 3 times longer?) but I also learned a lot about stuff Oda has used as a reference key; folklore, actual pirates, actual practices, the amount of detail Oda puts in is astounding. Which does lean into another thing I’ve learned, One Piece has changed the way I approach some of my ideas for writings and whatnot, before I would be afraid of either spoonfeeding or being too vague, Oda’s mastery not only in storytelling but character development, character quality and pacing has both helped and intimidated me a lot of times, I mean consider this: it took hundreds of chapters to get a proper backstory on Luffy, the main character, how unprecedented is that? Often I could fall into the trap of making sure you knew everything about the main character from day one but now I wonder about what’s necessary for the now and what can I work on. Another thing that both inspires and intimidates me is his drawing, I suck at colours and still do, and a lot of Oda’s attention to detail is incredible considering he’s gotta whip that out on the weekly, but at the same time you see some of his rough sketches and they’re pretty similar to a rough sketch of my own, so in a way it’s a ‘there’s still hope for you’ moment seeing those. I can’t say I’ve learned Japanese from listening to One Piece, but I have picked up on some stuff, some hiragana there, some phonetics here, I also appreciated some of the stuff kaizokuou-ni-naru does (I won’t tag them in case that’s a bit rude to do it out of the blue but check out their tumblr) when it came to deciphering the Japanese of chapters and the little puns and hints Oda puts in his native tongue. And of course any One Piece fan has learned one thing above all else: Patience. Oda himself included, it took over 20 years to get to 1000 chapters and we still have plenty of questions to ask, plenty of islands to see and thus plenty of chapters to go. So Straw Hats off to you Oda, and a happy 1000th!

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ultrahpfan5blog · 4 years ago

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Rewatching the Bourne series

Just recently rewatched this series. In my opinion, one of the best action-thriller franchises around. I caught onto the Bourne movies fairly late. In fact I think Ultimatum was the first movie I saw in theaters. But I caught up with Bourne Identity and Bourne Supremacy before watching Ultimatum. The initial trilogy in particular is pretty superb trilogy of movies. While I know there are people who don’t like The Bourne Legacy and Jason Bourne, I still find them enjoyable to varying degrees.

The Bourne Identity is my second favorite film in the franchise behind Ultimatum. In context of the series, you can tell this one is made by a different director since the action scenes look different. The film is a bit more of a mystery because we are basically finding out about what is going on as Bourne does, which can be tricky because, if not executed correctly, without knowing who the character is, you can find it hard to feel attached to the character. That’s where I think Liman did a great job in making Bourne seem like an underdog but still making him a complete badass. The relationship with Marie is key here. Unlike in many spy films where romance seems extraneous to the story, here it works to ground Bourne to some sort of normalcy which he craves and which is why he doesn’t want to continue being a killer. The CIA stuff is also compelling because actors like Cooper and Cox are able to deliver exposition in a compelling way. The pacing is key, which is key to the entire franchise. All 4 movies with Damon clock in under two hours and not a minute of the movie is wasted. The action is excellent but the highlight action piece is definitely the car chase, which is superbly coordinated. Also surprisingly affecting in a very short role is Clive Owen. His death scene is exceptionally well executed and his performance in that scene is really well done. What he says in that scenes comes back later in Ultimatum. Matt Damon was all fresh faced around the time this movie came out and it really was a casting against what he had done prior to this and that works big time. He has a casual, unassuming presence but he just turns on the badass in an epic way. The role suits him perfectly and he’s excellent in it. Franka Potente is also great as Marie. A 8.5/10

The Bourne Supremacy is my third favorite film of the series, just a smidge behind Identity. Its still excellent. Its the shortest film of the series and it does feel it at times. It just hurtles along. I was initially a little annoyed at how they killed off Marie to give Bourne a motivation, but I also understand that practically, its impossible for Marie to keep up with Bourne as he shuttles all the way across the world. The scope of this movie is significantly increased. Whereas the first movie was set in interconnected Europe, largely in Paris, this film goes from India, to Naples, to Berlin, to Moscow. The film also gradually expands Bourne’s past as we gradually start learning about the things he’s done. The film acts as part revenge thriller and part mystery as Bourne tries to figure out his memories. There is a bit of narrative convenience here, that Bourne is remembering details of that assassination just as the CIA is digging into the Neski files. But the film flows so well that you can forgive minor narrative conveniences like that. The film introduces Pam Landy and the CIA side of things is given a bit more of a stronger narrative. Whereas in Identity, the CIA guys were the clear antagonists to Bourne, here Pam Landy is also posed as a figure who is trying to do the right thing. Cox and Stiles are back as Abbott and Pasrons respectively. Julia Stiles didn’t have much to do in Identity other than follow orders but you start to see her role get expanded. Cox takes the role of the primary CIA antagonist. Karl Urban as the Russian assassin was a welcome presence, but in the end the film is carried by Damon. He’s a bit angrier and bit more emotional and he’s excellent throughout. The film introduces Greengrass’ now infamous shaky cam action. For me, while I normally don’t like it, Greengrass is one of the few directors who knows how to do it well. Admittedly, the fight scene between Bourne and Jarda is not the best filmed one, so his technique was still a work in progress, but the rest of the action is top class. Again, the car chase sequence in the finale is top notch and thrilling. Also, it has probably the coolest ending of the series. A 8/10

The Bourne Ultimatum was the first Bourne film I watched in theaters and its my favorite. I think the film is near perfect across the board. I think this film makes the best use of all the cast and Greengrass gives us some terrific action sequences throughout the movie. And because this Bourne tracing back his origin, its perhaps the most compelling mystery of the series as he tries to find out how he became who he is. Firstly, the action is the best it is in the series. The Bourne vs Desh fight is the highwater mark when it comes to individual fight scenes in the series. Its compelling, brutal, and you feel every punch. All the chase sequences, be it foot chases or car chases are incredibly intense. I think the CIA part of the movie is the most compelling it has ever been with David Strathairn is excellent as Vosen, who plays the new CIA antagonist, and Joan Allen continues to be terrific as Pam Landy. Them playing counterparts to each other makes it fascinating to watch even the non Bourne scenes. Then Julia Stiles get an even more expanded role as Nicky Parsons. The Bourne and Nicky dynamic is interestingly played with a touch history and one sided romantic tension which is never directly addressed. But it does make it compelling. Albert Finney shows up as the Dr. Frankenstein of the Treadstone/Blackbriar operation and he’s enigmatic as hell. The climax between Bourne and Hirsch is terrifically acted by both parties. We also see a mirror of the scene from Identity where Bourne repeats the same dialogue to Edgar Ramirez’s assassin that Owen’s character had said to him. Damon is superb as always. Completely natural in the action and perfectly balancing stoicism with vulnerability when required. The film ends on a note that would have been perfect if they had chosen to end the series here. A 9/10.

The Bourne Legacy is kind of the step child of this series. The only movie which doesn’t have Damon/Bourne in the series. Intended to start a spinoff series but didn’t quite have the commercial success to do so. I admit that when I first saw the film in theaters, I didn’t like it. Over time, I have grown to appreciate it more although its still well below the original trilogy of films for me. Firstly, what’s good. Jeremy Renner is an excellent protagonist. Being compared to Damon is a thankless job but he managed to forge a different character in Aaron Cross. Rachel Weisz also does a strong job as Dr. Shearing and Renner and Wesiz have decent chemistry. The film doesn’t try and ape the previous Bourne films and it goes for a different angle. Its more a survival film for the protagonists than a mystery. The characters aren’t trying to bring down the program, not trying to find out something, just trying to escape the clutches of the Defense Department. The action scenes are good. However, the film is the longest of the series and it feels like it. The film also royally wastes an actor of the caliber of Edward Norton. He does fine with what he has but he’s literally just there barking orders in front of monitors. He shares one short flashback scene with Renner, but otherwise is disconnected from the other two leads, Whereas in the previous Bourne films and even in Jason Bourne, there were always at least two main characters who had interactions with each in the rooms of the CIA, allowing for some interplay, this time Norton is all on his own which makes the search for Cross and Marta a lot less interesting. I also wasn’t a huge fan of the idea of chems, but I have grown to accept it. The film also doesn’t have any major hand to hand fighting sequences. They hype up the Larx assassin but he ends up dying because Marta pushes hum while he was riding a bike. Pretty underwhelming after all the build up. What I especially didn’t like is how the film tries to undo Ultimatum’s ending. I don’t know who thought that was a good idea but it pissed me off. In the end, its a decently entertaining movie but its disappointing within the context of the franchise. A 5.5-6/10

Jason Bourne is a bit of a polarizing movie. Everyone was really excited when this movie was coming out and a bunch of them were disappointed. While I do think this is not as good as the initial trilogy of movies, I still do enjoy it. My issue with the movie lies on two fronts. The film is essentially divided into 3 sections. The main part is Jason Bourne continuing to track into his past as he finds out that there might be more to his recruitments than he thought. That part works perfectly and its very compelling. There is the CIA backroom drama between Dewey and Lee and the Asset, which is also solid. What doesn’t work is the third angle about the new blackops program connected with Deep Dream. It feels like the writers and the director stretching to try and be very timely and addressing issues of privacy without making it fit very organically to the story. I mean, Bourne isn’t even really connected to that part of the story and whenever that portion of the movie takes focus, its less interesting. In addition, the film doesn’t make it clear exactly how Dewey is connected to Bourne’s past. The film indicates that Bourne knows Dewey but the how isn’t explained. But everything directly connected to Bourne works well and I did like that the Asset is given a more direct personal connection to Bourne, which makes their individual fight be more personal. I think Matt Damon is excellent in this movie. He plays Bourne more broken and on the edge than he’s ever been in this movie. There are several scenes, such as his climactic scene with TLJ, where you feel him teetering. Julia Stiles shows back up as Nicky who starts Bourne on her journey. Like with Marie, I was disappointed she was killed off but I also get that Bourne needs to be alone in order to be able to move as fast he does from one place to another. TLJ is an old pro at roles like these and it shows. He does it with ease. Alicia Vikander is good as Heather Lee but I feel as the role needed someone a little bit older to be believable as someone as high up as her in the agency. But I suppose her being a young ambitious upstart is part of the point. When it comes to the action, I think its all top notch. I know not everyone likes shaky cam but Greengrass uses it well. The Greece sequence, the car chase in the climax, and the hand to hand fight sequence in the end, is all well done. I am also glad thiat it does seem to indicate that not everything that Bourne exposed in Ultimatum was covered up and Blackbriar was exposed, unlike what Legacy indicated. The film doesn’t address Legacy at all apart from listing Outcome and Larx in the list of Blackops programs. Overall still a good movie. A 7/10 for me.

I do think the series should be ended. There is a feeling of the films becoming formulaic setting in at this point and Bourne has taken down everyone who had to do with him becoming who he was and has no figured how he became who he was. So I don’t think there is anything more to explore. I don’t see The Cross series continuing since it underperformed at the BO and its been a long time since that movie came out now.

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Ranking Luffy's 20 Best Knockouts For The One Piece Anime's 20th Anniversary

We love One Piece because of its themes - the idea that, because the ocean is so vast, you'll one day find a place where you belong. That even though others may tear you down or forget about you, your dreams will never die. That it's your duty to stand up for your friends, because you know they'd stand up for you. Those are all beautiful and well developed motifs in the One Piece world. But you know what else is beautiful and well developed in the One Piece world? Luffy's ability to knock someone out.

Thanks to Luffy's grit and Gum Gum powers, we've been treated to some of the best KO's in anime history in One Piece. And I think, since the 20th anniversary of the anime is October 20th, 2019, we should celebrate twenty of them here. And I think, in the first spot, we should have...

20. Don Krieg

I'm gonna start with this one because it always felt like Luffy, using Gum Gum Gatling, and then Gum Gum Pistol, and then 2 Gum Gum Bazookas, and finally finishing off Krieg with Gum Gum Giant Gavel, was executing a combo move. Like if he'd accidentally pressed X instead of B at the end there, he would've gone for another Gum Gum Pistol and lost the quick time event.

19. Charlotte Cadenza

This one earns a spot on the list because of the desperation of it. We don't usually see Luffy go all MMA on someone, but in trying to make his way back to meet Sanji, he chokes out one of the big quintuplets. That's raw, and I hope that, when Luffy finally faces down Blackbeard again, he busts out a Rear Naked Choke on him or at least a Kimura Armlock.

18. Holdem

This obviously isn't the first Red Hawk that Luffy's ever used (Other notable uses include his fight against Byrnndi World in the 3D2Y special, against Hody Jones, and in that awesome tag team attack with Law against Doflamingo.) But with work by key animator Takashi Kojima, his Red Hawk against Holdem is especially beautiful. I could watch it all day. And I have.

17. Oars

Luffy gets the chance to knock out not one, but two giants in Thriller Bark, with the first being Oars and the second being a Gecko Moria that's gone all Shadow's Asgard on everybody. However, I'm gonna give this spot to Oars. Not only does this Gigant Bazooka come after a battle with the entire Straw Hat crew, but we also get an X-Ray of Oars' spine as it happens. It's pretty rad.

16. Kuro

I can't imagine that, even after evaluating every possible outcome or option, that "Man of a Thousand Plans" Captain Kuro would've thought that he'd be defeated by a goofy rubber head screaming in his face and then caving his skull in. It's not the most humiliating way to go out, but considering Kuro spent years trying to enact the perfect scheme and talking trash about being a pirate, it's on up there.

15. Foxy

I'm a Foxy stan, a Long Ring Long Land Big Fan, and a Davy Back apologist. I LOVE this arc, and I love Foxy. But that doesn't mean that I didn't rejoice when Luffy finally got the win here. However, I have to give most of the credit to Bin Shimada, who is the best at voicing truly obnoxious One Piece villains (He also voice Wapol.) Heck, he's one of the best at voicing villains in general, as his versatility has also led him to being behind the roar behind Dragon Ball's Broly.

14. Usopp

Oh, I picked a sad one. The battle between Luffy and Usopp is the most depressing in One Piece's history, with Usopp pouring everything he has into a fight where defeat is almost 100% inevitable, and Luffy being forced to beat up the crew member that he often relates to the most. As a fight, it's equal parts thrilling and depressing, and as the start of the perfect Water 7/Enies Lobby arcs, it's....also equal parts thrilling and depressing.

13. Buggy

This is the battle that would set the standard for inventive conclusions to One Piece fights and even though it's less dramatic than some of the finishing blows to come, it deserves a spot on this list due to how iconic it feels now. It's a final fight that teaches you that One Piece just might be somethng special when it comes to handing defeat to its villains.

12. Cracker

I like this fight because it establishes two things: 1) It makes Luffy a genuine threat to the stability and heirarchy of Whole Cake Island (even if he's not ready to take on Big Mom directly yet), and 2) It shows us that the Sanji Retrieval Team can get the job done. Also, I like pairing this fight with the last one with Buggy, because in both cases, it's Luffy getting a crucial assist from Nami and they make a great team.

11. Lucci

Luffy's fight against Rob Lucci is one of the most well-constructed fights in anime, a contest that flip flops between a battle of nearly equal strengths, a desperate underdog journey, and an immensely satisfying and almost terrifying conclusion. Luffy closing his eyes and screaming while pummeling Lucci through the wall is such a visceral, violent way to end this fight and shows that while clever inventiveness can be handy in a battle on the Grand Line, sometimes you just need sheer will.

10. Sea King

Not only is this a "Yeah! One Piece is the best!" punch, but it's also an integral part of the "We Are" opening. If I was a DJ, I'd play that song at every club I worked at. People would be like "DJ MERRY, PLAY THE LATEST POST MALONE!" and I'd be like "Right on it!" and then I'd just play "We Are" again.

9. Wapol

As I mentioned, Wapol is one of the most obnoxious anime villains out there. So if he didn't get something that would deserve a spot on this list, I would've rioted, or at least been very disappointed on Twitter. Luckily, Wapol, pleading with Luffy, gets rocketed into the Drum Island stratosphere. It's literally the nicest option for him.

8. Doflamingo

Doflamingo's defeat is a long time coming. Shown as a particularly malicious guy back during the Skypiea arc, then shown to be an agent of the underworld with a hand in weapons and trafficking, then revealed to be the false king of Dressrosa, he's needed a punch to the everywhere for almost 15 years of One Piece's run. And Luffy gives it to him, knocking him down through the streets of the city that he terrorized for so long.

7. Blueno

Power-ups are fairly expected in shows like One Piece. But that's not a diss on them at all. I LOVE when a protagonist gets notably stronger and can pull off cool new moves and maybe gets a new haircut. But Luffy going Second Gear and then absolutely making a mockery of Blueno is something to behold. Blueno's look of stunned disbelief makes it even better, and it's just a warm-up for the war against the rest of CP9 to come.

6. Crocodile

For most of the Alabasta arc, Luffy is 0-2 in battles against Crocodile. But, while Dvorak's New World Symphony: 4th Movement plays, Luffy uses the blood that he's shed to counter Crocodile's sand to knock him up through Alubarna. It's rare to hear someone call "rubber bro uses his magical fists to shatter the internal organs of an evil desert-themed gentleman" a truly majestic scene, but this is beautiful work. If there was a Church of Eiichiro Oda, this would be painted on the ceiling. Get lost, Michelangelo.

5. Arlong

The trend of "Luffy beats the main villain of the arc by knocking him through something large" that we've seen with foes like Crocodile, Enel, Lucci, and Doflamingo was established here with Arlong. Horrified at the way that he's treated Nami, Luffy uses a Gum Gum Battle-Axe to turn Arlong's vertebrate into chowder.

4. Enel

Luffy using the body of a psychopathic tyrant to ring the Shandorian Bell, thus proving to Mont Blanc Noland's descendent that the City of Gold did exist and freeing the citizens of Skypiea from Enel's reign is both poetic and just a cool looking set piece. It's a reminder of just how fulfilling reading/watching One Piece is, and how the details of the story often culminate in these big, lovely bouquets of fisticuffs and never lose any of their meaning or importance along the way.

3. Katakuri

No, this isn't a typical knockout, as Luffy falls down first and Katakuri dropping feels like more of a spiritual defeat than a physical one. But with the knockout of Katakuri comes the changing of an ideology, and the allowance of failure, something that Katakuri had never given himself before. So it not only signals the end of the fantastic main duel of the arc, but legitimate character growth for the antagonist. Also, it comes after the Fourth Gear Snake Man fight, which is one of the best animated episodes in the entire show.

2. Charlos

The most gif'd moment of One Piece ever, Luffy punching Charlos so hard that it seems to break the anime needs no explanation. It's perfect.

1. Bellamy

"Do I know how to throw a punch, you ask?" Luffy rearranging Bellamy's skull after Bellamy mocks his belief in dreams and myth is a perfect distillation of one of the themes of One Piece: Those who believe in something VS Those who simply want to tear down those beliefs. And though the fight to follow your dreams and live a free life on the sea would continue, Luffy scored a victory for it here. Dreams: 1, Bellamy's Ability To Go Without A Neck Brace: 0.

What is your favorite One Piece knockout? Do you agree with the placements on this list? Let us know in the comments!

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529-530: "The Fish-Man Island Will Be Annihilated?! Sharley's Prophecy!" and "The King of the Fish-Man Island! Neptune, the God of the Sea!"

A rare image of Hordy Jones stepping on a lego.

Only had time for two episodes tonight. Luckily, there was enough in them to write about: including the reveal of a villain (always exciting!)

His name is Hordy Jones. He is angry, he is a Fishman, he looks oddly like the guy from ACDC and he has... a dog slung round his neck?

Not to mention the prophecies, designer boutiques, royal invitations and awkward questions.

Dreams Do Come True in Fishman Island

The episode opened with Luffy, Usopp and Chopper rushing around the harbour town, looking for a human - any human - who could donate Sanji’s blood type.

Luckily, a pair of nice okama stepped up and saved Sanji’s life. Of course, when Sanji regained consciousness, he freaked out. Usopp and Chopper both had to remind him to thank the okama. Come on, Sanji. Not cool. They saved your life in a place where donating blood is an act of great political significance. Show a little gratitude, eh?

While taking a break from Sanji’s fool antics, Chopper examined a strange mark on Luffy’s arm. Turns out it was poison! Luffy took a hit from Hyouzou (how did I miss that?) Chopper declared it very potent and wondered how the hell Luffy survived it. He asked if Luffy had ever been poisoned before.

Oh boy, Chopper. Does Luffy have a story for you. It can be told in one word: Magellan.

(Seriously, though, did Luffy not tell the Strawhats what happened to him while they were sailing, or was it all so next level that being poisoned to near death was not one of the major highlights?)

Camie, who had come to see how Sanji was doing, took Luffy and Usopp back to the Mermaid Cafe dorms. On the way, they called in to see Madame Sharly: a beautiful shark mermaid with premises at the back of Mermaid Cafe. (I think she might own the cafe because she gave Camie the day off to show the Strawhats round Fishman Island?)

Not Unless You Play the Lottery

Oh, and she is also a dab hand at crystal ball fortune-telling and has been since she was little. She has correctly predicted a few cataclysmic events, including the war in Marineford and Whitebeard’s death. Recently, she’s stopped using the crystal ball because she can’t stand knowing bad things will happen. I suppose Whitebeard is the kind of guy that would go to war no matter what. I can’t see anyone convincing him otherwise, even if it was someone like Sharly, who knew he’d be killed in battle.

I wonder if she’s been burned before by using the crystal ball? She was all dramatic and stared off into the middle distance when she said, “It’s better not to know the future.” Something has clearly gone wrong in her life that she has that attitude to such a strong power.

Luffy, who seems to be living on another planet at the moment, said, “All very well and good but do you know how mermaids poop?”

That’s right, Luffy. Always asking those important questions!

It was round about then that Camie realised she’d forgot to deliver the clams to Pappagu! So they hurried off to find him at another, fancier cafe up in Fishverly Hills (lol), where they found Brook, aka Soul King, living it up with Pappagu and a couple of mermaid fans. (I love how famous Brook is in his own right and not just as a member of the Strawhats.)

There was a lot of good world-building here. Courtesy of Pappagu, who tried so hard to be a Good Exposition Starfish (why won’t anyone listen to him?), I now know that Merpeople don’t eat meat and fish (but Fishmen do). That King Neptune runs the Island. That, if a Merperson and Fishman marry and have kids, any children they have will either be a Merperson or a Fishman, not a harmonious amalgamation of both.

And the good news is that the Flying Dutchman/Captain Vander Decken stuff was not a random encounter character to be used once and disposed of! Not sure what his role will be yet, but Oda seems to have something planned, as he has been given backstory. Turns out Brook was right about the original Flying Dutchman crew being several hundred years old, but the original Captain Vander Decken reached Fishman Island and died there. The one manning the Flying Dutchman now is Vander Decken IX, his descendant. Apparently, the guy has a bounty and the whole island’s been looking for him for ages because he started sending unwanted love letters, packages and threatening marriage proposals that scared the princess to the point a warrant was issued for his arrest.

Looks like someone can’t take no for an answer, eh?

But the most interesting thing was this.

Big Momma’s House

Luffy noticed the sign on a candy factory. Pappagu explained that when Whitebeard had shuffled off his mortal coil, the role of Fishman Island Protector became vacant.

The position was filled by Charlotte Linlin (or Big Mom, to the rest of us): one of the four (now three) Yonkou. She hasn’t been mentioned since Thriller Bark, so I was excited for that miniscule teaser Oda gave.

Big Mom demands loads of candies as a fee for her protection. This confused Luffy. “But she’s protecting this land after old man Whitebeard died? Isn’t she a good person?”

Pappagu shrugged, as only starfish can. “Whitebeard didn’t demand anything, but maybe Big Mom sees protection more as a business.”

Interesting... she’s definitely a different kind of Yonkou.

But I didn’t have time to think about it for long because the action switched to Sharley, who had burst out onto the street, freaking out about Luffy, begging everyone she could grab hold of to “find Strawhat Luffy and throw him out of this country!”

Wait, what...? Wasn’t she happy to see them ten minutes ago? Why? What had caused the change of heart?

Apparently, she saw a vision of Luffy in her crystal ball: an image of him surrounded by fire. “At Strawhat’s hands, Fishman Island will be destroyed!”

Eh? Surely not. There has got to be some mistake here. There is no way Luffy would sink Fishman Island. Or at least not on purpose. That is the only way I could believe Sharley’s vision would ever come true.

Hmm....

This Guy Is So Hard, He Puts Sharks in Sweaters

Cliffhanger over, I steamed straight onto episode 530. After a dark and mysterious opening (more on that later), the action cut back to the Strawhats. Pappagu was explaining his job. Turns out he’s not just an adorable starfish on land: in Fishman Island, he is a Super Influencer: a rich designer and president of the Criminal Brand clothing company - a famous fashion line.

As they approached one of his shops, the Strawhats heard some serious, weapons-grade haggling within.

Of course it was Nami!

The harassed shopkeeper was pleased to see Pappagu. This lasted until his boss told the Strawhats they could have as much free clothing as they liked in return for saving his ass at Sabaody.

Pappag, that was a rookie mistake. Never tell pirates they can take as much free stuff as they want. THEY ARE PIRATES! xD

But that was not the only drama going down in Fishverly Hills. Outside, there was a commotion. The Strawhats, Camie and Pappagu went to check why everyone was shrieking.

King Neptune had arrived. The big, bearded, booming-voiced ruler of Ryugu Kingdom and Fishman Island. Golden rays of light bathed the spectators. I wondered why he kept mispronouncing the word “ham” in Spanish.

It was the first time Camie had ever seen him. The King only descended from the Upper World if there was trouble. He hadn’t brought guards. Very strange! Ryugu Palace is a sacred place for Fishmen. A celestial place where ordinary people aren’t allowed to go. Where the princes and princess live.

The King turned and said, “Oi, Megalo. Are you sure these are the guys?” When the cute, sweater-wearing shark popped out of nowhere and confirmed (I love that it has a name), King Neptune invited the Strawhats to Ryugu Palace.

“Is there good food there?” Luffy asked. Priorities, amirite?

“Of course. We’re planning a banquet,” Neptune answered.

Luffy couldn’t have accepted any quicker. He piled onto Neptune’s fishboat with Usopp, Nami and Brook, then looked back. “Aren’t you coming?” Camie and Pappagu were frozen in awe.

“We don’t deserve to go to Ryugu...”

That was the Wrong Answer. Rank and status does not impress or intimidate Luffy (and that’s one of the reasons I like him so much). He told them to stop being dumb and get on.

It’s funny how the rest of the Fishmen and Merpeople are so awed of Neptune, yet he was completely unbothered when Luffy invited some commoners to his house. Neptune is either more chilled than he seems, or he is up to something.

But not everyone is as enamored with King Neptune...

This Guy Is Not A Fan

This is the Fishman behind the New Fishman Pirates: Hordy Jones.

Now, I can’t help but compare this guy to Arlong. He’s a shark fishman and he has similar views to Arlong.

Hell, Arlong was the first real villain I took to in One Piece. The first real threat. He did horrific things. I’ll never forget that black and white scene when he shot Bellemere in the head. When Nami broke down and Luffy laid his straw hat on her head. Then there was the walk to Arlong Park. All those iconic moments.

Hordy Jones has big shoes to fill. It’s early yet, so I’ll wait until I’m further in to make any judgments. When I first watched Thriller Bark, I was kinda bemused by Moria, then he ended up one of my favourites.

This guy has got a hold of some Fishman Roids and likes necking a ton to gain super strength. Apparently, the Roids shorten lifespan but Hordy does not care. When a bunch of escapee human pirates were reported for desertion (they must have met Hammond and enlisted. Now I think I know why there haven’t been many visitors to Fishman Island lately!) Hordy ate a meaty fistful of those Fish Roids like they were candies someone had packaged up for Big Mom.

Then he swam off and deliberately crushed the deserters while handcuffed to show how strong he was. It was cool the way he punched through the ship like a cannonball. He also let the hapeless crew live because: “Humans killed Fisher Tiger and shattered Arlong’s dreams. The dark and tragic history of Fishmen Island will end with us, the New Fishmen Pirates. You humans, survive with cuts and bruises to show the people on earth what happened to you in the sea, and who you met. Tell them how horrendous it was. We’ll capture the centre of the world, Fishman Island, from the gutless god of the sea, Neptune, and drag you humans down to the dark sea bed. You’ll all learn that the Fishmen are the superior race.”

I can tell he’s ambitious, is this Hordy Jones.

Unfortunately, the very same humans who crushed Arlong’s dreams have just landed on Fishman island. And he knows it. I wonder what he’ll say to Luffy when he meets him. That should be an interesting conversation.

Oh yeah, and Caribou has escaped the barrel because some mermaids opened it. No idea what he’s up to now, but it won’t be anything good.

Say yes to drugs on Fishman Island!

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #196

“what separates man from beast? turn to your master.”

What's a show that you absolutely refuse to watch? 13 Reasons Why. How many times have you been in love? Twice. Do you remember how old you were when you started swearing? 7th grade, however old that is. How many years older than you would you date someone? ~9, maybe 10. Depends on just how much I'm interested in the person. What was the last thing you pinky-swore on? *shrugs* Don't even recall the last time I did that. Would you consider yourself a nice person? I think I am. Are you a car kind of fella? No. I don't even know the names of the most basic models. Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? Not at all. There's like... two. Who’s the laziest person you know? Proooobably me. True or false: Glee is annoying. All musicals make me cringe. Would you make a good teacher? Why? Fuck no. I'm not dealing with 20+ kids, and I'm also way too awkward for that. Is the fan on? Actually no. I have a small heater in my room that turns on/off to regulate the temperature. Otherwise, my room is frigid this time of year. Have you ever broken someone else’s bone? No. Do you really believe in your ‘one true love’? I don't believe in that concept. There's billions of humans on this earth; you don't have just one that you'd be wonderfully compatible with. Do you worry more about other people’s happiness than your own? It depends. Have you ever had feelings for 2 people at the same time?  Yes, Jason and Juan until I picked between them definitively. You could also say Sara and Girt, but I'd come to learn my feelings weren't romantic towards Girt. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea? Sure; if you're even considering someone other than your s/o, that says something anyway. It's a far better alternative to cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship?  Mixed emotions, idk. Would you ever throw out/give away something an ex gave you?  I've thrown out stuff, but I haven't given anything away, though I'd probably be able to. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance?  No chance. Who is the first person you see in the mornings? Well, I live with only Mom. Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year?  In love, probably Jason. I consider someone being in love and just loving someone are of different intensities. Do you have a secret life?  The RP site is unknown to just about anyone. Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt?  Yes, but she was just changing her shirt rq, and I didn't really look anyway out of respect. Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you?  No. Are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend?  She's the same person lmao. Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?  Jelly. If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? At this very moment, probably my left daith. Do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Most obviously, I knead my hands and I'm fidgety. My eyes dart around, and I bite my lip a lot. Current favorite song? I've been hopping around between a lot lately. Maybe "Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" by A Perfect Circle. Do you know anyone famous? No. Do you own a Bible? No. Have you ever pierced your own body part or that of someone else? No. The last time you held a baby: Moooonths ago, like last summer when Colleen needed me to hold her son for whatever. The last form you filled out: Something for vocational rehab. The last time you stayed up past 12AM: Saturday night/Sunday to see the super blood wolf moon. It was incredible. The last time you gave up on or quit something: Well it's not like I'm ever doing anything noteworthy to remember quitting. The last video game you played: Some of The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon. The last time you were in a big city: Not since March '18. The last television show you watched: Avatar: The Last Airbender with Sara. I'm surprisingly really into it and can't wait to keep going ahhhhhhh. Who was the last person you sat next to? My mom. Do you wear socks to bed? No, I hate socks. How many Canadian provinces have you been to? None. What kind of car did you take your drivers test in? N/A What is your first memory of being in a hospital? I have very faint memories of when I was a very little kid, my sisters and I played in the room where my mom and her three co-workers worked. I can't remember why we were ever there? All I know is we always wanted to go to the little gift shop to get candy lol. Does anyone in your life treat you badly? Are you allowing them to treat you that way? Or do you stand up for yourself? Not consistently. Have you ever cut someone out of your life because of how they treated you? Rather how she treated most of the human population. How much was the rent/mortgage at the cheapest place you’ve ever lived? Idk, probably here, where I think it's $700-something. Do you still keep in touch with your very first best friend? We're friends on Facebook, but that's it. Who got married at the last wedding you went to? Oh JEEZ. I think he was one of Ashley's co-worker's nephews or something like that?? I can't remember the exact connection, but it was complicated. What was your favorite home-cooked meal when you were a kid? Like, made from scratch? Um. I dunno. Nothing stands out. What was the topic of the last conversation you had with your dad? The laptop we're working on getting. Have you ever been to a wedding where the bride was a total bridezilla? No. How often did you visit your grandparents when you were growing up? Almost never. Dad's were in Ohio, Mom's mother was in Florida (my grampa died when I was like, two), and here we are in NC. We couldn't afford to travel much. Have you ever had psoriasis? I don't think so? I do have super dry skin, but I don't think I've ever had scaly patches. How much of your time to do you spend being bored? What could cure that boredom? Almost every day past afternoon, really... and having shit to do that doesn't confine me to this house, or have Sara here. Do squeaky toys annoy you? Yes. Animals: love ‘em? Why or why not? I absolutely love them; they're our neighbors. It's amazing how creatures that can't speak can be so interesting. Is a solitary person necessarily an unlikable person? Um, no. Are you a picky eater? You have ABSOLUTELY no idea. If you play Sims, have you ever saved a Sim from death? I've played the animals one, in which case, yes, lol. Are you hopelessly addicted to the computer? Admittedly so. Almost everything I do is on there, and it's sad just how lost I am on what to do if I don't have WiFi or a gaming console. I've been this way since I was a pre-teen though, so it's not exactly something I think I can un-learn. Like I'm not one of those people who puts every opportunity behind sitting here on it at least, I'll happily jump up for something fun and/or interesting, but it's still my go-to thing to do. Do you prefer online or face-to-face communication? Why? Depends on the person and my mood, but more often than not, online because I'm a socially awkward abomination. What kinds of things do you watch on YouTube? Let's plays mostly, but also random shit from some people I'm subscribed to, beauty videos with Jeffree Star solely because I love that hoe and am there for his personality, uhhh other misc. things that make me laugh. If you’re offered a trip to either Hawaii or Alaska, which would you choose? Probably Alaska, esp. if it's a good season for the Northern Lights. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? No. If you could have any job/talent, what? (regardless if can or not)? Hyperrealistic traditional artist or meerkat biologist. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? I wouldn't know. Does your mom eat meat? Yes. Was your dad ever in a sports team? Yeah. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? I stroooongly prefer thick. Thin is just flaky and hard. Have you ever had an eerie/paranormal experience? What happened? A lot. The top two that scared me the most follow: 1.) I was home alone, very late in the night watching TV, and Teddy, who was glued to me, would not look away from the bottom of the bed and was barking and growling relentlessly. I even tried forcing his head to look away with how badly it was scaring me, but he absolutely would not let it. Me personally, I "felt" a strong and malevolent female presence just fucking staring at me, and I called my mom literally crying. I was so shaken up that at like 4:00 A.M. I think it was, she had to call our poor neighbor to sleep in the house with me. Safe to say, I did not sleep in my bed; I'm pretty sure I didn't for a good few days. 2.) I was outside one night, walking with my iPod as I did most nights. I suddenly stopped dead when I saw this white, transparent thing walk very fluidly out of the woods of my backyard and just vanish. It was fucking crazy because it felt like time had slowed, and I remember perfectly it looked like a bipedal creature walking on all fours instead, but it was not a fucking human or animal. It reminded me of some Rake depictions (which I don't really believe in), but not precisely. My entire body absolutely chilled, and I was like a deer in headlights for many seconds, but after that, I have never run faster than I did going back inside. I immediately told my mom, freaking the hell out, but who knows if she believed I actually saw something. I didn't do nighttime walks for I think around a week, and for a loooong time, I'd altered my path so I couldn't see the spot it had appeared, and I over my dead body would ever go to the clearing at night. I also either saw a star do some weird-ass shit over the course of a week or so, or it was some UFO doing something okay only facts here. All three of these things happened at our old house, sooo glad that is no longer home lmao. Do you have any friends with the same name as you? No. How many people of the same name as you have you ever met? Oh jeez, plenty. How often do you see your best friend? Our history so far has been every ~2-3 months. Do you like incense or does it give you headaches? I love that shit oml. Do you prefer to watch or attempt? Depends? Do you shout when you’re upset? Occasionally. Where was the last place you ate, except from home? I believe Wendy's. What was your favorite thing to do as a kid? Play Spyro or make-believe with my favorite toys. Do you take any vitamins? Which ones? Yes, for vitamin D, as my deficient of it beforehand was absolutely abysmal, and it was probably the cause of my knees wanting me dead. Have you ever lost something really precious to someone else? Maybe? Who makes you feel small/inferior? It's entirely unintentional, but my psychiatrist, ha ha. He is a fucking genius with incredible knowledge of like... everything. Are you protective of your family? Well yeah. I'm especially protective of my younger sister, but not like, incredibly. What size ring are you? Idr. What’s something you regret buying, but you just can’t get rid of it? Sad as it is to say, my rat Mitsu. She's nervous of being held, yet she always jumps up onto the cage's bars when I'm passing and enjoys me petting her through them, but that's all I can do, and I feel awful. Her claws also reeeaaally irritate my skin (maybe from the bedding, idk), but getting rid of a pet rat isn't exactly easy, especially with the fear of her being bought merely as food. What villain do you believe is most worthy of a redemption arc? Is Harley Quinn still even a villain??? What was your favorite school project you ever made? Idr. What role do you take on when you have to do a group project? (for example: leader, delegator, slacker, etc.) The meticulous writer/taking the notes. What’s a funny mistake you’ve made recently? Oh boy, how is nothing coming to me among certainly a million options in the back of my mind??? OH WAIT. I was texting Sara and mentioned I was watching Shane Dawson, but it autocorrected to "Shame," and I was like, "still accurate." What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid? My mom's long past that age. And my parents are divorced. How many friends do you have that don’t live in the same country as you? One of my long-time Internet buds, off the top of my head. What is always in your wallet that doesn’t need to be? HAHA. One time in high school, me a few friends got together to just wander the mall. We went into a tux store and got a card there for literally no reason, but it's still in my wallet for memory's sake. What is a strange red flag you have when pursuing a relationship? Excessive and/or raunchy flirting. If a single thing you say fits the latter, you're fucking out. How many people have you thought “Glad I don’t have to interact with them ever again” about? Probably a decent number. What do you NOT want on your tombstone? Don't mention shit about God or Jesus or whatever. How many couches do you want in your residence? One long one or two average ones for the sake of accommodating company. What is the strangest website you have bookmarked? Nothing strange. What is your typical number of windows/tabs open on your computer? Ha, usually 4-5 tabs. Sometimes more, sometimes just two or three. Do you follow the expiration date on food? Like, religiously. What is the coolest name that you would never name a real human child? "Magnus" is the first that came to me. What fish scares you the most? Probably stonefish. Hard to spot 'em, venomous as hell, enough to sometimes kill. How do you feel about snails? In almost all cases, they gross me out. Just not as much as slugs. I hate slimy things. How often do you think about what guys will think of you? The older I get, the less I give a fuck what one thinks, at least about how I look. If you are on birth control that allows you take pills and skip your period, how often do you opt to skip it? How come? I can't skip mine. Is there a book series where you loved the first book, but for some reason the other books in the series just didn’t measure up? Idr. Are there any stores/restaurants that you would like to shop/eat at, but there aren’t any located near enough to you? Oh, I'm sure. I'd have to think. If you are a part of a certain fandom or are a fan of a popular series/musician, is there a rivalry between your fandom and another one (e.g., Lady Gaga fans vs. Katy Perry fans or Marvel vs. DC)? The Silent Hill and Resident Evil franchises are often compared, but I haven't seen much "rivalry." There are some people who pit Markiplier and JackSepticEye against each other with them being close in subs, but it's wonderful that I usually see only great bonding between the two fandoms instead, and they usually overlap with fans. Metallica is constantly shit on by Slayer fans. There's more, I'm sure, but I don't feel like digging deep into the thousand fandoms I'm in lmao. Do you ever have smell hallucinations? Don't think so. If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? Honestly? I'd be fucking ecstatic. I'll probably never have hetero sex ever again, but rapists always worry me. I don't at all want kids. Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? Man, I don't know. I would say my college, but I didn't really have a choice in my decrepit mental state, and fuck that school from a trillion different angles anyway. Are you physically affectionate with your friends? Just with hugs. I'm not a platonic cuddler/kisser/hand-holder. Are any of your friends/relatives actually impressive artists or writers? Are you willing to share an example of their work? My cousin is an incredible artist, but I don't believe I've seen her work in years. When it comes to relationships/crushes, are you more often the pursued or the pursuer? Pursued, I guess. Do you ever find yourself making negative comments about other people’s appearances, whether it’s people you dislike or even just people on tv? I generally keep comments to myself. Have you ever dated someone on the football team? No. Do you have any ceramic animals in your house or outside? There is this pointless dolphin in the corner of our backyard?????????? Why????????????? Who made you???????????????? Have you ever made a summer bucket list? No. Have you ever stayed in a hotel suite? No. What type of waffles do you like? (Plain, blueberry etc..) Plain or chocolate chip, 'pending on the mood. Have you ever been to a night club? No. What was the last thing to make you sad? A picture on Facebook of some dick posing beside an elephant he killed at a watering hole. It was in an anti-trophy group or something like that. Do you kill spiders when you see them? If it's in my house and not tiny, unless it's too close to me. Are you allergic to any animals? Which ones? No. Does it bother you when people play with your hair? It would if it was anyone but my s/o or maybe my mom, but even from her, that might feel weird. What is your favorite movie series? SHREK, BITCH. I haven't seen the fourth one though and I am legitimately mad. Not sayin' it for the meme, I legit love Shrek okay. Did your parents get married before or after you were born? I actually found out recently it was after I was born. True/False: You’ve had an odd dream this week. It's weird, I've actually been briefly recalling them lately... but not for long. I believe I have, though. Who was the last person to let you down? Mom, probably. Can you dry swallow pills? I'm capable with small capsule ones, but I don't. What was the last thing you ordered online? Sara's Christmas present. Are you happy with your relationship with God, or do you want more from it? I have no relationship with him, if you're addressing the "God" I'm assuming you do. Even with the entity I believe in, I don't really see us as having a "relationship" in this life. They're just my silent judge that sees me according to how I deserve. Is your spirit made for adventure? Eh. Yes and no. Have you ever been rejected by a church? No.

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