#coco's writing

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[apricatt-art]

them!!!

[perfectfeelings]

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Coco Chanel

[quotefeeling]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[thoughtkick]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[nocofamilyau]

not related to noco at all but what is katie and sadie’s relationship like now?

pretty good all things considered! while they're both married to two sweet guys and have separate families (none of their kids are other td characters, unfortunately...) they're still really close, and still live next to each other at that same beach town they grew up in, now both running that successful 80s themed ice cream business they've been dreaming of! its safe to say they probably suffered the least on Total Drama, only leaving with a couple of minor scars, good god were they lucky..

[peachlybeloved]

a mutual kind of lament. 🌧️

[ivelte]

I may or may not be a little obsessed with these characters... Maybe. Just a little.

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[daydreamer-in-training]

Ohhhhhh this is fun! Thank you for tagging me (I will be doing this later once I finish all household chores that await me and I'm currently procrastinating...).

So I want to know about your: New year's smooch with Law. Because Law gives me life... 🤤🤤

❤️ u Coco! 🫶🏻

@pandora-writes-one-piece

Pandora 🫶🏻🧡 hello! Can't wait to take a peek at your WIPs!

I wanted to write a little fic with New Years kisses with Law, but as i started, this Idea kinda ran away with me. We will see where this goes!

Excerpt:

"Law....",

Your soft voice cuts through the tense silence like a knife, causing his grey eyes to flicker for a moment, his gaze fixed on your face relentlessly. Wandering from your eyes to your lips, again and again.

"What...what are you doing?" you couldn't move, you didn't want to move,, anticipating his next move with anxious eagerness.

Slowly, he moved his big hand up against the wall next to your head and moved his face closer to yours. He was deliberate and slow in his movements, taking note of every small change in your expression. He leaving you an opening in case you wanted to get out of this situation.

His eyes, which had previously looked between your orbs, now dropped to rest on your lips, "Figuring things out," he confessed, his voice a low hum.

Your eyes turned round, looking up at him before closing them for a second to collect youself.

"Do you hate this...?" his deep voice carried a slightly insecure tone that still made you shiver.

Edit: WIP Game

[thehopefulquotes]

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Coco Chanel

[perfectfeelings]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[quotefeeling]

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Coco Chanel

[thoughtkick]

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Coco Chanel

[enluv]

— just a thought.

the excessive amount of hate writers have been getting lately is actually terrible?? it blows my mind that people can be so bold and mean on anon but if that anon button was not available they’d NEVER think to send that hate. it’s actually crazy to think that people believe writers owe them anything, yes we’re thankful that you support and read our stories but we are also human, we have feelings and lives too!! please remember that and remember to be kind to your favorite writers (all writers at that) because they work hard to provide you with amazing stories and writings everyday!!

[thehoardofthegreatdragon]

sharing for wip wednesday

—-

The wind was whistling across his neck when Mihawk got the call. 

“Yes?” 

“Is this Hawkeyes?” 

Mihawk paused, Yoru pulling to a stop, blade ready for the dance. That voice was familiar. “I have been called that, yes. You’re Red’s first mate, aren’t you?”

Shanks didn’t call him anymore. Neither of them did. The dance between them was well and truly finished, the music bitten to a bitter end. But even back when they had stepped together, through fight after fight, this was unusual. Shanks most certainly did not have someone else call him. 

“This is an unusual call.”

“We need your help.” 

“I’m not your captain, last I checked. He’s passably capable. Go ask him for help.” 

“The captain’s missing. Please,” echoed down, curling through a shell to spiral across Mihawk, “find him.”

Mihawk felt his fingers tighten, outside of control or design. He felt, in a moment, lost on the seas.

Shanks? Missing?

“Tell me everything. Now.”

⊱ ━━━━.⋅❈⋅.━━━━ ⊰

It was a funny thing, memory. 

A day could linger for a lifetime, caught on the sea wind and across his skin. A year could be lost to the waves, but it would never be swept away, not so long as he lived life to the fullest. 

And he had. Shanks may not know much at the moment, but he knew that. Whoever he’d been, whatever course he’d charted— Shanks had lived it to the fullest. 

Now if only he could remember it.