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astrumocs · 1 year ago

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🗣 oda and seifer >:3

Main Characters: Odarem Mortis (His POV) & Seifer Sanaca Side Characters/Mentioned Characters: Vrikoh Havlok (Odarem's official fleet general) & Seifer's Fleet Captain (Armand Buleis) Setting: Seifers' Newest Fleet Ship, some 2 or so sweeps back CW(s): Mentions of Blood and allusions to a murder

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You step off of the small transport vessel that had ferried you to your new assignment, the scent of blood hitting your nose immediately, causing you to raise your face mask into place. Well, you’re actually catching two distinct blood trails coming from different directions, but one is a lot fresher… You can’t help but find this curious, as the murder you’re meant to be investigating happened two days ago. Despite your curiosities, your outward demeanor does nothing to show that as you approach to meet with the captain of the ship.

“Doctor Mortis… good to see you’ve finally arrived. I’m sure I don’t need to waste my time briefing you on the situation at hand, do I?” The seadweller raises a harsh brow, tapping his cane to the floor in obvious impatience.

“Not at all, Sir. I read the report on the way, with permission from General Havlok to take as long as required.”

He studies you, perhaps bothered that he can’t see most of your face to scrutinize your expression for not being respectful enough, given the eyepatch and mask you wear. “I give you free rein of the main floor to investigate and find the culprit as you must. If, for whatever reason, you require access to another floor, my Lieutenant will see to you and handle it from there. I expect this dealt with in the next two hours or less, cusp-blood.”

“Just for you, Captain, I’ll have it done in one.” He may not know you’ve got a smarmy little smirk on your face, or that you would’ve winked there as you give your ‘to attention’ salute, but you know, and that’s what really matters here.

After getting that asshole off your back, you don’t waste a second before you’re turning toward the fresh scent of blood, slipping your mask down as your nose twitches and you head towards it. You’re careful to listen for any footsteps or other noises following after you, but hear nothing besides your own boots hitting the floor.

This isn’t a scent you’ve encountered in some time, you think, puzzling over what it could be, when the scent of something distinctly unfamiliar clouds up the mix in your head. This is peculiar, it wouldn’t match up with the killer's profile at all, as far as you know. This drives your curiosity ever higher, and you walk quickly and with purpose… until you come to the end of a series of shoebox-style rooms for the military grunts and reach a… repurposed supply room?

You lean close to the door, listening in, but only hear a grunt and the creaking of a bed. Perhaps an isolated soldier with some kind of odd illness? Why the blood? Why no medical staff nearby? You can’t help it, you know you’d be able to track the murderer down in 20 minutes tops, so you have some time to spare.

With that, you raise a gloved hand to knock gently on the door and speak only loud enough to hopefully be heard by whoever’s inside. “Hey in there, I’m here under your captain's orders. My name is Odarem Mortis, may I come in?”

There’s a long pause where you wonder if they even heard you, until a rasped voice answers you, hesitant confusion lacing their tone. “What…? You... no, leave me alone...”

You’re really not one to push, but your curiosity and concern for this individual push you to ask once more. “Are you sure..? I won’t pry, but I’d just like to check and see if you’re alright, if I can. I won’t cause you trouble, swear on my last good eye.” Shifting your weight slightly from foot to foot, you await their answer through another pause.

“There is nothing to check…”

As the voice trails off, you’re readying yourself to respect the refusal when the voice interrupts your line of thought.

“But you may come in if you really wish to…”

You open the door slowly, your other hand up in the air passively as the tired-sounding stranger comes into view. The shade of violet he possesses immediately ticks your box for a likely mutant, and your gaze gets a little more sympathetic than it already was. You can’t help but note the dried blood on his clothing, that you must’ve caught the scent of to lead you here. He looks at you warily for a moment before hanging his head, as though hoping to avoid any judgement and conversation.

Still, you can’t help but want to converse with him, shutting the door and moving away from it so he doesn’t feel trapped by any chance. “Are you hurt?” you ask softly, trying to be forthright and genuine, to hopefully ease that heavy tension you can tell sits in his whole body like a rock.

His fins flick, but you can’t tell if that’s good or bad yet. “I have no injuries…” The violet refuses to look at you as he answers.

Cautiously, you approach to sit on the far end of his bed and he tenses, though he relaxes a bit more when you don’t make any further movements.

“Can I ask about the source of the blood?”

Immediately his fins flatten and his head turns a little further away from you, indicating that this was the wrong question, so you quickly supply more to follow it up, “You don’t have to tell me anything, your privacy is your own… it would be nice to know your name though, if you’re feeling adventurous?” Your tone is playful at the tail end; non-threatening.

Something about your response eases a lot of the tension he was holding, and he finally turns to look at you, even if his body language remains closed and curled in on itself.

“Seifer…”

The seadweller, Seifer as he’s told you now, studies you- though unlike his captain, his gaze is like that of a prey animal rather than a bored predator. You feel a bit of pain in your chest at whatever put this man in such a state, though instead of showing that, you smile at him brightly. “Nice to meet you, Seifer. I’m Odarem, though you probably heard that through the door already.”

Seifer gives an affirmative sound, eyeing you with a bit of curious interest of his own now as you continue.

“I’m here on work, so I can’t stay long, but… did you want some company? I’ve got half an hour to do something other than my job, give or take, and you seem like you’d be good to chat with. Handsome too, if it’s not overly forward of me to say.” The smile on your face remains relaxed and easy, keeping the pressure as low as possible.

At the compliment to his obviously disheveled appearance, he blushes, fins twitching again. You note that the twitch is probably a positive sign at this point.

“I… y-you can stay, if you would really like, but… I cannot promise I’m good company.”

“I think you’ve done a fine job of it so far, Seif, I’m already having a nice time. And well, you seem like you could use some good company, yeah?”

There’s some hard-to-read look in his ringed eyes like he’s almost in disbelief at how kind you’ve been. He leans slightly closer in your direction, though you suspect it to be subconsciously. You can’t help but wonder if the fact he let you nickname him so quickly and is no longer moving away from you means anything… is he that starved for kindness here? You suppose that you shouldn’t be surprised, given the state you found him in, and the fact he doesn’t even have a proper room- along with the sour attitude his commanding captain wears.

Cautiously you reach a hand forward, stopping when you see him stiffen a bit, though not fully retracting your reach. “Apologies, I should ask… You seem tense, is all. It isn’t my place to ask you why-- though given this place I don’t blame you.”

He seems put at ease by your casual insult to the ship, though, and he doesn’t lean away from you, so you press a little more. “I can loosen up those knots in your shoulders if you’d like. Might make the place a little more bearable? And don’t worry, I’ve got a degree in easing tension.” You joke, keeping it light.

Seifer fiddles with his necklace as he seems to consider your offer, another slight blush dusting the tips of his ears behind his fins, though you’re not sure exactly which part of your words prompted this.

“Go… go ahead,” Seifer mumbles, looking away from you, but not moving as you shift closer now, slightly behind and beside him on the bed and lifting your hands to hover over his shoulders.

“I’m going to place my hands on you now, just a heads up, Seif.”

He makes a low, appreciative grunt of acknowledgment, and you gently place your hands down on his shoulders, easing into pressing your thumbs into the muscle to work them loose. A little bit of time passes as you feel him melt beneath your hands, giving sounds of approval when you break the tension spots up.

You lean forward to ask him how he’s feeling, right as he seems to turn his head to say something to you, and you nearly bump foreheads as both he and you still. Seifer looks a bit wide-eyed from what you think must be out of surprise until his face darkens with blush once more.

Speaking without thinking too much you ask, “Can I kiss you? I’d be gentle.”

Violet fins flutter even harder than they had before, though this time they remain more upright. Your question seems to do nothing to assuage his blush, though he appears too stunned to answer, so you speak again. “You can say no, of course. If that went too far, I can back off--”

“N... no, I--” He seems surprised by his own sudden protest, eyes glancing downward as he forces out the rest “Please do…”

You smile softly, brushing his lip with your thumb to catch his attention. “Of course.” And when he looks up, you kiss him gently.

#my art #my writing #odarem mortis #seifer sanaca #inverse compassions #conversation meme #afallatmak #thank u lin for sending and proofreading it :boohoo:#this is a bit long and i know I'm lagging behind on people stuff so u don't have to read this one nw's #just happy i wrote smthn #but if u do read i i kissa u <3

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 5

It is only fair to note that I feel like “Antonia” would look more like what Oda drew for Law as a woman than anything, just as a reminder for those who deem that important. You’re also getting this early bc I’ll be busy tomorrow so there.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3]

Viola moves to rescue Baby 5, while Corazón contemplates Joker’s orders. [2509 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Trafalgar dropped to the floor of the Hall of Suites as Antonia’s kick knocked him out cold. His limp body lay motionless, broken, completely devoid of resistance and fight as his blood began to pool on the marble.

“Fufufu… see how we treat those who cross us?” Doflamingo chortled. He glanced over towards where a pair of guards had hold of the former King Riku, having had him watch the entire scene. “I’d like you to think very carefully about how you’re going to proceed.”

“All I see is you having a tantrum through your niece,” the older man frowned. Doflamingo shrugged.

“Potaytoes, pohtahtoes; we only punish naughty children here.” He then snapped his fingers and the guards grabbed Riku. “Throw him back in the trash with the rest of the garbage—he’s seen what he needs to here.” They complied, leaving Doflamingo and Antonia alone with Law.

“What are we going to do with him?” she wondered. She nudged Law with her boot to get a look at her handiwork—he must have been extraordinary if he was surviving such a beating. “Do you want me to get more information?”

“Only in the way you do best, my darling Antonia,” Doflamingo grinned. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tilted her chin up so that he could look at her. “If he refuses to talk or gives you more of those lies, then kill him immediately. Don’t waste too much time on trash; I need your help in cleaning up the rest of the vermin.”

“As you wish, Uncle Doffy,” she nodded. He walked out the door and the young woman found herself alone with their hostage. She sat down in the Heart Seat and watched him patiently.

‘How did Papa choose such a pathetic weakling like this?’ she wondered silently. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees and glared.

It bothered her.

“What made him choose you over me?” She didn’t expect a reply and proceeded to be correct—the traitor stayed still, the only movement being that of his shallow breathing. Despite the fact she could not remember his face, there was something… off about it, as though there was tiny voice in her brain telling her that he was familiar…

…except, no… she didn’t recognize him, did she? He was just a no-name stranger, who thought he was hot shit for becoming a Supernova and Shichibukai. That was not someone worth fretting over, not when there were much bigger players still in the game, and she was poised to inherit one’s vast empires.

Then why, pray tell, did he wear the word Corazón on his back and a heart inked in his chest? He knew her uncle, and Uncle Doffy had clearly known him from business not Government-related, so why didn’t she remember herself? What was it that made his face foggy in her memory? It was almost as though he was someone else entirely, yet on his own was someone that should have been…

…maybe, she thought, with enough coaxing she’d get the truth out of him.

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Viola stared at her Den Den with abject dread. The other end of the line wasn’t picking up despite the fact she desperately needed it to so. She poked her head outside of the alley she was hiding in and looked around the square—no sign of anyone that needed avoiding.

“What could be going on?” she hissed under her breath. “This is not like her…”

“Lady Viola,” said a voice, startling her. She looked behind her and saw a plush toy dog, one she’d spoken with before many times, saluting her. “I’ve been given a report from the Patrol.”

“Yes, what it is?”

“Someone saw Gladius put Baby 5 down one of the tubes that leads to the Scrap Heap,” the toy said. “She appeared to be unconscious.”

“Ah merda,” Viola swore. She resisted the urge to kick a rock—her shoes would most certainly break. Panicking was not going to do her any favors. “Has the Patrol gotten visuals on Princess Antonia?”

“She was at the Coliseum, but since then, we’re unsure.” The toy frowned best it could. “Lady Viola…?”

“Yes?”

“What if… what if the princess doesn’t want to be saved? Would she really force us to take drastic measures?”

“You claimed once that you remember the princess when she was first brought to the palace, correct?” The toy nodded. “Then you know how she was before—we won’t let Doflamingo kill that sweet little girl for good. All we need to do is make sure she finally knows the truth.”

“Lady Viola! Lady Viola!” The Human looked over to see another toy—this one a robot—running towards her, this one clearly upset. “It’s the princeseta! She has met the pirate Trafalgar Law! He is being tortured as we speak!”

“Then I’m going to need a distraction while I get someone out of the Scrap Heap,” Viola said. She snapped her fingers and both toys stood at attention. “Enact Plan T; I am going to need the Officer’s Tower cleared for at least twenty minutes. We’re going to make this count.”

“Yes, ma’am!” They saluted and scurried off, allowing Viola to take out her Den Den Mushi and call Sanji. “Are you there?”

“Oui, mademoiselle,” the snail crooned, a curled brow appearing above its eye. “Pardonne-moi; unfortunately I shall be out of range soon.”

“Why?” she asked sharply. “You said you were going to extract them.”

“My crew needs me, which unfortunately takes precedence over anything else,” he replied. Honesty—it was something few gentlemen truly possessed and she could not be cross at him for it. “Robin-chwan and the mooks that are left on Dressrosa are sure to help you while I get our ship to safe waters. I will say this, though: I did get a hit on Doflamingo while setting up an opening for Trafalgar. I last saw them trading niceties, but I doubt that lasted very long.”

“Were you able to tell Law anything?”

“Just that no one should worry about us.” He paused, the snail passing on a contemplative expression. “Perhaps one day soon I can return to your beautiful land, mon chérie, and this dashing prince can sweep the wonderful and capable princeseta off her feet.”

“Maybe one day, petit príncep,” she replied. The snail blushed perversely before passing out—the Thousand Sunny was too far from shore.

Yes, with any luck, she’d be able to share a bottle of wine and a pot of paella as she asked him why how he came to have the features of some other princes she had the misfortune to be acquainted with, but that would be a different day.

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Baby 5 was beginning to run out of ideas as she paced the large atrium where everyone was being held in the Scrap Heap. Normally she could figure out something to fly her way out of the chutes, but that was a no-go thanks to the seastone shard lodged in her shoulder. She puzzled and puzzled over the situation, cursing the fact that she wasn’t the smart one of her siblings.

“Maybe if I lift some of you up, and you all stand on one another’s shoulders?” Hajrudin wondered. Baby 5 shook her head.

“That’ll create too much of a scene—I don’t want to be caught again.”

“We’ll protect you,” Cavendish offered.

“We can’t let those pieces of shit get away with treating you like this,” Sai grumbled. “If someone in the Happo Navy wanted to protect one of their own, then why shouldn’t they?”

“It still confuses me that she is your sister,” Elizabello frowned. Once it was apparent that Trebol and Sugar were not in the Officer’s Tower after taking King Riku, Baby 5 had been able to impart a couple other details she felt were crucial to getting the gladiators’ help: that Antonia was her sister, that their brother seemed to be allied with the Straw Hat, and that everything would make a lot more sense once they brought down Doflamingo. “You’ve always been presented as a lady-in-waiting or a noble officer when at court or the Levely.”

“Our family situation is not normal by any means,” Baby 5 replied. “Our brother is older than me, which adds more questions I can’t answer here.”

“Doflamingo really does bring a whole new definition to ‘Royal Shichibukai’,” Chinjao scoffed. “Passing up two children for their youngest sibling when that is not the tradition is more suspicious than when a Marine cooperates.” He looked at Elizabello and huffed. “Maybe I should have come here with the intention of building an alliance via marriage; what do you think that prospect is?”

“You mean marrying your grandsons to Doflamingo’s nieces? You’d have better fortunes finding them virginal Mermaids than getting that parfait to give them up.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m already engaged,” Sai scowled, not appreciating the conversation. He then noticed a noise that was coming closer from one of the pipes—someone was coming. “We got another coming down the pipe! Hajrudin!”

“On it,” the giant said. He figured out which pipe the noise was coming from in time to catch the former king Riku. He put the man down, who almost instantly stormed up to Baby 5 and got in her face.

“Who is Lami?!” he demanded. “Doflamingo had his niece take off her Corazón mask and it drove a Warlord to tears. Who is this Lami and why does the Surgeon of Death think that she and Donquixote Antonia are the same person?”

Shit.

“Because they are, alright!” Baby 5 snapped back, not in the mood to hide things anymore. “I don’t know what he did, but Doflamingo made it so she couldn’t remember anything real from before we landed here! Your daughter and I are trying to fix it!”

“As though my daughter has enough to worry about! Is this what Doflamingo was aiming for with my granddaughter?! Brainwashing and using her existence as a torture device?!”

“Even if he wasn’t, I’m sure the thought crossed his mind, not that he would have told me. I’m sure he was just waiting for when Law-nii showed up!”

“Wait…” Cavendish cut in. “So what that means is the brother you spoke of earlier is Trafalgar Law, a member of that rude, inelegant Worst Generation? That he is another one to take the Royal Shichibukai title crassly literal?”

“He’s our big brother, yeah, and that’s—”

Just then, an explosion shook the Scrap Heap, sending most of the people in there to the floor. A crack appeared in a high part of the wall, which Hajrudin took as his chance. The giant jumped up and wedged his fingers into the crack, causing it to crumble into a handhold utilizing the outside street.

“That’s great, but what about the rest of us?” Bluegilly frowned. He and the other gladiators watched as the giant punched a hole in the wall, it possible now that he was only punching brick and mortar and not bedrock as well. As the dust cleared, a rope was thrown into the hole.

“Baby!” shouted a voice. “Where are you?!”

“Viola?!” King Riku gasped. The dust settled enough for him to see his younger daughter standing in the hole in the wall, holding onto a rope. “What are you doing?!”

“Trying to get our only shot at overthrowing Doflamingo!” she shouted back. “The toys can only give us cover for so long!”

“Then let me be of assistance, so that we all might rid ourselves of this place in a more timely manner. Everyone looked to see that the red-haired, white-faced man who had been intensely silent til that moment was now standing, holding his giant brush in what almost seemed like a dramatic pose. “My jutsu allows me to draw things. Verily, now that there is an opening, we can escape posthaste.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU OFFER EARLIER?!”

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Meanwhile, Antonia gasped as the Hall of Suites rumbled from the unknown explosion. It was a testament to the workmanship of the palace that nothing crumbled due to the tremors, yet it also spoke volumes about the fact her captive did not so much as twitch in reaction.

“Fuck—what was that…?!” She looked out the window and scowled—a plume of smoke was coming from below the King’s Plateau, too close to be anything except at the base…

…over near the Toys’ House.

“Puto infiern,” she cursed. Antonia felt another tremor and looked back at Trafalgar, seeing that he was still completely unconscious. Part of her wanted to simply leave him and go see what was going on, potentially dooming him should there be another blast that ruined the building’s structural integrity before he came to, and yet…

Something was still nagging her about him and she needed to understand what.

Groaning, Antonia went over to Trafalgar and hefted him onto her shoulder, pulling him throughout the palace until they were outside in the courtyard. Sure enough, there was another explosion, which made her decide to take this to the other side of the palace. She found an empty sunchair on a patio and dumped him on it.

“Come on, Trafalgar,” she sneered. “Wake up.”

Nothing.

Looking around, she found a discarded water bottle, still half-drank from when the Young Master last used it. She opened it up and dribbled a bit of water on his face. When he didn’t move, she put two fingers on his neck and checked his pulse—heart was still beating, at least.

“Wake up.” Antonia dumped the rest of the water bottle on Law’s face and he sputtered awake, shocked at the fact he was now wet and staring up at a bright blue sky despite his seastone handcuffs. “That’s better.”

“What the fuck is going on?” he groaned, clearly in pain. He blinked some of the water away and his eyes began to look the same as before. “Lami…?”

“Guess again.”

Deciding that she was not going to take any more of this than she had to, Antonia grabbed Law by the front of his coat and with one arm hefted him out of the chair and flung him against the wall. He coughed as he made impact, only fully realizing what was going on when she took a blade from her back holster and held it to his neck as she easily pinned him.

“You are going to listen to me, and you are going to do it very carefully,” she warned. Law could feel the blade against his throat, moving against his hard swallow. “If you lie to me, I will have no qualms about spilling your blood all over the flagstone. Do I make myself clear?”

He nodded.

“Good.” Antonia held him tighter against the wall and moved the knife so that the blade was resting against his cheek. “Now, tell me: why the fuck do I look at your face and feel as though I know you?”

#One Piece #fanfiction #fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Riku Viola #Baby 5 #Straw Hat Grand Fleet #Donquixote Doflamingo #Blackleg Sanji #Kuroashi Sanji #Sanji's simp game is strong lol #as you can imagine there are endgames that are being heavily impacted here #so we'll see that as time goes on #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami #Trafalgar Lami #Vinsmoke Sanji

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popculturebuffet · 2 years ago

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Pirate Month Finale: One Piece Poll Winner: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island!: Pretty Spooky Huh Folks?

Ahoy swabs and welcome to the final review of pirate month, my monthlong salute to piracy. And I decided to shove off this grand experiment with one of the greatest pirate franchises of all time, One Piece!

My love of One Piece is paradoxical, as I dearly love it as one of my faviorite mangas, an intricatley built work that's bonkers as it is epic, the story of one man's goal to become pirate king and the band of misfits he picks up along the way. I'm also super behind as while i've read spoilers, i have not read the work itself from Amazon Lily onward, as I simply haven't found the method or time to do so yet. I truly WANT to and miss this franchise and intend to rectify that before the manga ends.

That being said it's obvious reviewing the ENTIRE series would fill up a month at the LEAST, especially a series this size. Thankfully like many popular anime one piece has a buncha cruncha movies. Unthankfully most of them haven't gotten a proper release in the US as of the time of this article. Yeah it's weird: The two recap films (Though none of the specials as far as I know), covering the events of Alabasta and Drum Island, have gotten translated but otherwise only the films from Strong World onward have been released. And stupid old me used to think it was simply because there weren't any before that, hence why they translated desert princess and the pirates: episode of alabasta (which I used to own), first.

Yeah.. as I found out via the YouTube channel TotallyNotMark, which I HIGHLY recommend as he does blind reviews of various manga, analysis of dragon ball all sorts of good stuff, reviewed all the one piece films both pre and post oda's involvment in them, which piqued my intrest. So to help explore this further I put it to you guys to pick one for me from my own selectoins and my patrons. And I gotta thank you all as it not only ended up being THE most popular poll i've done, but compettion got so heated, I had to do a SECOND vote. And because the second option, Clockwork Kakruki Castle, was SO popular i'l lbe reviewing it sometime next year so if I do another one piece poll (For next pirate month or just for my own amusement), the result won't be obvious. So thank you all

This one is out of all the movies I hadn't seen yet (Having only seen Strong World, Film Z and Episode of Alabasta before this) the one that intrigued me the most both for how impressed Mark was with it, and for the director, Mamoru Hosada. While I've seen criminally little of his work, I know him well from his digimon work, being the director for both the 20 minute promo film and the much more known and loved Our War Game, aka the first and second segments of digimon the Movie. For the record the Our War Game dub still holds up well, with only ONE part in the original film not matched by the dub while the short film.. dosen't mostly because the film added a bunch of excessive narration that critics call

He's a director with a unique visual style, tons of flair, and thus seeing him tackle ANOTHER franchise I love was a VERY easy sell.

Unsuprisingly I loved this one, and as I want more people to see it properly, i'm going to do something unusual for me. See normally I do full spoilers in my review wether the work is recent or not. It helps me analyzie it fully and normally I feel you can still enjoy it. However this film has such massive swerves in the plot and tone that I recommend going in with as little spoilers as possible. So i'm going to take a page from multiple youtubers book and try and review the film WITHOUT spoilers first, then dive into analyizing the spoilery bits after a warning. So you can come back. If you've seen it all, then your good to go hombre.

This film.. is a masterpiece. While I fear I use that term a bit too often and have tried to be more sparring.... in this case it FULLY and unconditionally applies. This film is easily the best anime film based on an existing property i've seen which may seem a tad narrow but keep in mind i'ts beating out the likes of dragon ball super: broly and Pokemon The Movie 2000 when I say this. And for anime film themselves, which mostly consists of miazaki's genius works, it's still high up there, as well as with just plain animation. In every catagory this one is a high water mark and one I would watch again.

The animation, as is typical for it's director is gorgeous. It's a wonderful blend of Oda's iconic style and Hosada's gorgeous, low line , brightly saturated animation. The two combine effortlessly, and the bright hues Hosada prefers fit wonderfully with these cast, while still alwoing them to move a bit diffrently. There's tons of gorgeous set pieces too and much like Oda himself, Hosada made sure the island felt like a character with each area our heroes end up in, from an omnious jungle to a canal for the most epic and gorgeus game of ring toss ever, to the finale in a dark dismal cavern, everything loks breath taking, you get a sense of where everything is in relation to each othe r(Which as I realized from mark's reviews of the manga itself is something One Piece excells at), and thus your transported to this majestic and beautiful island.. but also run because things get very dark very quickly

Which brings us to the films tone which for some is a turn off: While the film starts like a typical arc of One Piece, the crew get a mysterious invitation to a resort island and Luffy of course is all in on diving into it because it mentioned bringing your nakama (or as he puts it because their pirates), they end up over their heads fighting some weirdos who challenge them to

Lead by the mysterious and titular Baron Omatsuri, whose crew of former pirates compete with our heroes in said ordeal, and things are far more than they seem and our heros naturally have to beat this guy, save the island and all that good stuff.

The story isn't out of place. Honestly this could easily take place right between Skypeia and Water 7 and be intergrated with the main story if Oda wanted it to, and it even feels like a typical crew origin story as one of the island's few omatsuri unrelated inhabitants, Brief, is a pirate with a tragic backstory Luffy bonds with and could've easily joined the crew were this canon. It's part of why the film works is that it feels fully on brand and on quality with the world Oda set up, his writing and characters despite him not being involved at all as far as I can tell. Even the weridness of the Baron's crew and the ordeals of hell feels VERY oda: we have a weird speckled man who has a giant pet goldfish our heroes have to combine their skills to rangle into a bucket (Whcih is an excellent highllight of the film where EVERY strawhat contributes and robin delivers an awesome coup de grace after realizing that the rules never mattered and she can just cheat, creating a finger net with her powers. )

To a high stakes ring toss compettion down a river, which is easily the most beauitful part of the film, and Sanji getting so annoyed with a chef doing Mongollian BBQ on a griddle using giant food he challenges him to a fight. Is that last one as plot relevant? No. Does it matter?

It does what a good writer should do when taking on material they didn't create, and something most good writers for marvel and dc do: Have it match the style and honor what went before, but make it your own in the process.

That being said part of making it it's own.. is where this film apparently divides people: See this work isn't just an action shonen adventure piece like usual.. but a horror film, one using the very themes of one piece as a whole and twisting it into something truly horrifying. As a fan of horror these days, I naturally loved that but I also went in KNOWING it took a turn. If you don't like horror, you likely won't like this one and that's fine. While it's not bloody, well not any more than one piece, it is DEEPLY unsettling, with a fairly ominous tone even before we find out what Omatsuri's deal is and the nightmarish climax kicks in. The last half hour is bleak, unsettling and epic in equal measures so if your not ready for that, you might want to skip this one. And yes the world of one piece has some very horrifying concept: a power that turns you into a toy and wipes people smemories of you, everything about lava murder man with the two names, the celstial dragons horrible amount of power, crocodile draining luffy of all moisture. Ther'es some true nightmarish stuff in there, but nothing really out of step with most manga. In contrast this one is both horrifying emotoinally in what it puts LUffy through, something equal to the nightmare that was the end of Sabody if you need a yardstick, and just in tone. It's GOOD horror, but you have to be ready and even being prepared for things to go sideways, it was still VERY intense.

That being said said intensety also has emotoinal complexity. While many complain "this really sin't one piece".. it honestly truly is. It's a story of overcoming odds to protect those you care about, and as well as how doing so can corrupt and twist you. It's diffrent from the normal tone sure.. but the core of the work is still there and if you can stomach the unsettling last act, then you'll REALLY enjoy this one as it easily stands with some of the best tales of the strawhats proper.

So with that in mind

SPOILERS BITCHES GET OFF THE BOAT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING IMPORTANT ABOUT THE FILM.

So with that we come to what makes it so horrifying and the film so brilliant: See our big bad Baron Omatsuri.. is a truly haunting, tragic and complicated villian. He's still not a good man and still needs to loose less our heroes all die via mean white mother from outer space and she's bad. But Omatsuri's backstory is heartbreaking: Like Luffy he had a crew who were his "nakama' , his true companions, his family of choice, people he'd fight and die for and loved before anything else... and he lost them all. Not through any fault of his own, not through anything wrong., but through one of the most common hazzards of sea travel: The storm. A storm destroyed his boat and left him alone.. and thus he found lily, a cartoon lily whose on his shoulder the whole movie, gives him wood powers.. and is VERY hungry. In exchange for feeding her scores of victims, she brought back a simulation of his crew, plant zombies who don't remember what happened to them and who he misleads and who can't die as long as lily lives and is fed. He's easily what LUFFY could've become in his lower moments and oddly despite coming WELL before the heartbreak of Sabody and the Paramount War, foreshadows them well by showing just how much a pirate can break and what they'll do to get these sort of things back. If it wasn't for Jinbei or knowing his crew was alive, would Luffy be willing to make this sort of bargin? If he were in a position to get his brother back, would he have taken the same bait despite the cost? It's easy to say no and on a good day he absolutely woudln't.. but on the worst day of his life when he's lost everything? When he's broken completely? Whose to say Luffy coudln't of sunk to the depths the baron did if someone hadn't pulled him out of it and got hi mto focus his energies into getting stronger instead? That's what makes Omatsuri so damn compelling: He's just a hare off what Luffy could've become and instead has turned into his complete oppsiite: someone who will GLADLY destroy other people's friendships and lives as long as he gets what he wants, who mocks the concept of nakama because he truly lost his. And someone who GLOATS while basically crucifying luffy as he's forced to watch his crew be abosrbed into the giant worm... plant.. thing.

Yeah as you can tell this one also gets lovecraftian, at least in design as while lily's brain is grafted to omatsuri ti's stomach.. is a giant dune-esque sandworm type thing, a white tube that reflects attacks and whose top is a horror scape that slowly sucks people inside. And Luffy gets to WATCH as that happens, after his crew had already been breaking apart due to omatsuri's machinations. It's easily one of the most heartwrenching bits of the franchise and that is a LONG list it's hard to climb to. Sure we know deep down it'll sort itself out, this movie isn't canon and all that.. but the movie does good in making you still feel the pain anyway: that Luffy has TRULY lost everything.

What saves him is what always does: other people. Specifically the other residents. The afformentioned Brief is a charlie Chaplin esque fellow, who even gets an utterly hilarious chase scene with luffy earlier in the movie who at first seems like comic relief.. but ends up being the core of the movie. He lost his Nakama to Omatsuri, the hitler mustach.. errrr j.jonah jameson... toothbrush mustache pirates. Yeah that's it. And we see the two options someone has after that: breif despite having lost his nakama STILL fights, and tries to help Luffy despite being outmatched as omatsuri has the wicked cool power of arrows he can direct anywhere, and given sharp objects are one of Luffy's only weaknesses yeah... dosen't go well. He's seen what can be lost.. but dosen't give up. I meant what I said that if this were canon, he'd be a strawhat: He's brave, fights despite heavy loss, and Luffy outright calls him nakama, accepting him because despite Omatsuri mocking the poor guy for weakness... he's strong. He kept fighting even though he lost EVERYTHING, simply so this horror show dosen't continue, making tunnels, planning just so he can win and allying with Luffy despite both being outmatched.

In contrast we have the Teacup Pirates.. who are really just a family who came here for vacation, the mom got eaten and now the dad tries to look strong for his kids despite his older teenage daughter know he's full of shit.. and as we find out his yougner daughter Daisy

Has super hearing, but belives in him anyway. He does a terrible but understandable action, refusing to help chopper earlier when he's taken.. but later realizes his kids truly belivie in him. He gets an arc going from someone so terrified they can't do the right thing.. to someone who risks everything to fire an arrow into daisy, destroying her and saving the day. It's another thing this has: the characters are damn strong and the emotoinal pull is massive.

The horror elment again is also strong, from Omatsuri sicking a faceless horde with guns on our heroes , to his tendency to snipe anyone who gets too close to things, hence why Robin and Chopper despite finding out stuff end up not to useful, and of course th efinale. Oh my the finale. So yeah if the stygian arakis worm wasn't enough it then EXPLODES over a red backdrop.. and daisy FUSES with omatsuri, not only taking on a terrifying face.. but then becoming some horrifying monstroisty with all the strawhats suspended in it

Yeah this film has some great horror and is deadly intense, with the last bit being great as Luffy is IMPALIED with tons of arrows. .but keeps going. This is what I mean by the series spirit: Luffy ONLY gives up when he thinks his crew is dead. earlier when Omatsuri first shows his true colors Nami leaves thinking he's not carring to look.. but he instead charges the guy DEMANDING his missing friends (as in horror fashion Chopper, Robin and Usopp were picked off one by one and Nami, Sanji and Zoro follow after) and even as he gets crucificed sends his fucking head to try and save Zoro. This film gets luffy fully an dgets one piece: it's a work about friendship, and how far you'll go. For Omatsuri it meant selling his soul but for luffy.. it's what keeps his soul going and ultimately wins the day. By showing someone how to be better.. he saved his friends, the surivvors and the world And Omatsuri gets a fitting sendoff.. not as the corrupt man he became.. but greeted by his crew as he passes on, with them telling him he should'v ecreated a new nakama.

So yeah as you can tell emotoinally it's graet and really the only two flaws are part of the plot: The first is the film just kinda.. ends. It's a great ending: Luffy, barely moble as usual after punching out some tyranical jackass, reunites with the other survivors then turns his head up and sees his friends, recovered, free and wandering what the hell is going on. Now granted I think the film would be a smidge more impactful if luffy had to start over, but I get this is a liscened work and thus has to keep everyone alive, the only time being based on ane xisting property holds the film back. And it ends on Luffy grinning as his friends are confused, happy he finally has his Nakama back. And then just ends without explaning what happens to the teacup family or Brief. it just.. ends. It's a good impactful ending it just feels.. cut short. Like there's still a lot of loose ends to tie up.

The other is minor: Nami's grudge against Usopp. Now people complain about the strawhats fighting here.. and I disagree when it comes to Zoro and Sanji. They USUALLY hate each other and can't go five minutes without arguing. This is normal for the most part and only esclates due to the tension of the situation. And while you could say that's out of character.. it is partly Sanji's fault there there. Granted he dickishly blames Luffy but the point is the two fight on a normal day, being trapped on an island in a death game probably woudln't help.

Nami and Usopp is clearly meant to be similar.. but she's mad he seemingly abandoned her.. after it's proven he didn't and ewas just flying out to fly ina nd save everybody and be all badass as one's lord and savior should. God i love that long nosed man. So it just falls flat.

That being said everything else works: the ordeal from hell provides plenty of the action the series is known for, while also having a nice invesgitation portion as Luffy, Robin and Chopper find out more, and the horror at the end is as beautiful as it is terrifying. This film is amazing so watch it however you can till there's an offical release. As it stands there isn't a way to watch it as it isn't on Crunchyroll for some reason , as even undubbed it'd still be neat. Btu there's a wonderful fan sub out there, so go check that out. Seriously watch this film.

So that does it for pirate month. This was a fun voyage but it's time to weigh anchor for a while. If you'd like to vote in more polls like the one that made this movie, join my patreon, links on the blog, and i'll see you in a week. Thanks for reading.

#one piece #monkey d luffy #baron omatsuri and the secret island #Mamoru Hosoda #rorona zoro #nico robin #anime #films #shonen jump #toei #chopper tony chopper

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wellship · 4 years ago

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oda you a wild one for canonically not having zoro use sanji’s actual name with him in over 1000 chapters of your manga and for the sheer charged energy that lends the ship’s fan-content potential alone I salute you you absolute rhinocerous beetle

#zosan #I know (or I think?) he says it in the anime a couple of times #but IIRC he doesn't use it a singular time in the entire manga - at least not TO him #and that gives us the opportunity to come up with a million ways in which he could use it for the first time. god bless

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sifu-kisu · 2 years ago

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SPIRIT OF JAPAN

"The Revenge of the Samurai Wife"

Third part

The mistress of the castle took a liking to Katsuno, who became a

favorite in her retinue. Thus in a safe place Katsuno patiently bided her time

while her former lord was locked in the torment of a fratricidal war for control of

the Oda clan.

One day Katsuno suggested to her mistress that for the spring festival she

should organize a yobusame contest, an archery competition on horseback, in

memory of her father who had been a champion at this spectacular martial art.

The chatelaine of Inabayama thought this was an excellent idea and her favorite,

Katsuno, saw to it that Sakuma Shichiroyemon, who excelled in this art, was

invited.

The day of the tourney, beautiful Katsuno was seated beside her mistress in

the seats of honor. She was resplendent in the finery of a lady in waiting. No one

could have guessed that she had the Masamune dagger concealed in her sleeve.

One by one, the horse-mounted archers came to salute the local lord and his

retinue. Each cried his name aloud before setting off at a gallop to shoot his

arrows at the targets. When the somber Shichiroyemon presented himself,

splendid in his ceremonial kimono, decorated with nightingales on flowering

cherry branches, Katsuno leapt at him, crying the name of Hachiman, the god of

war. She was the daughter of a samurai, who had been trained in the use of arms

since childhood. She grasped the cavalier’s sleeve with one hand and raised the

dagger in the other.

“For the memory of my fiancé, whom you foully murdered!” she shouted.

Everyone was astonished at this unexpected attack, Shichiroyemon most of

all. The dagger pierced his thigh. He fell from the saddle and onto the ground at

the feet of his horse, whose snow-white caparison was now calligraphed in his

blood. The tigress struck a second time, this time fatally.

“Tsuda Hachiya is avenged!” she shouted. “May his soul rest in peace!”

She was about to turn the knife on herself, but two samurai quickly disarmed

her and dragged her before the lord of Inabayama. Divided between admiration

and indignation at having been taken advantage of, the lord ordered her held in

confinement to give him time to reflect.

The festival was over. The guests returned to their respective homes, carrying

with them the story of the young woman’s courageous vengeance.

A few days later, the chatelaine visited her favorite to tell her, “My husband is

in an impossible situation. You acted according to the laws of bushido, but you

betrayed his trust. His guests were under his protection.”

“I understand that, and I am ready to die.”

“The family of your victim, with the support of Oda Nobunaga, are

demanding redress, but the affair is complicated. A vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who witnessed the scene, has asked for your hand and has his lord’s approval.”

“A marriage is out of the question. I will remain faithful to my fiancé!”

“Be reasonable, I beg you. We can’t offend both of these powerful lords. And

think of your lineage. Aren’t you an only daughter? It is your duty to live and

continue your bloodline to carry on the worship of your ancestors. The young

man who has asked for your hand is a charming one. You were made for each

other. We have arranged for your escape. A palanquin with an escort is waiting

for you.”

Katsuno gave in, and it was not long before she was married.

Not too many months passed before the young woman began to enjoy her new

life. She lived in harmony with her husband and in time gave birth to a son. But

the family of the notorious Shichiroyemon continued to look for her and at last

they found her. Lord Oda Nobunaga officially enjoined her protector, Tokugawa

Ieyasu, to hand over this woman who had murdered his vassal. The unadorned

response from Tokugawa was that it went against all honor to betray someone

under one’s protection, to wish to avenge a contemptible assassin, and to fail to

offer every support to a true heroine, whose courage was an example to the

entire nation. This reply enraged the daimyo of Owari. The relations between the

two allies became distant and cold. Two ninja were sent to assassinate Katsuno.

They were caught and killed in time. But now it was Tokugawa Ieyasu whose ire

was aroused. The communications between the two clan chiefs turned dark and

threatening. War was imminent.

Wishing to avoid being the cause of the bloody conflict that was brewing, the

young woman composed letters of thanks to her protectors and her husband.

After having sung a last lullaby to her child, she withdrew to a secluded room

and, using the Masamune dagger, departed from the dream of this floating

world.

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aarcanechaoss · 3 years ago

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5. Disorderly

The third years are confused, the Yokohama team came back long after they’d all fallen asleep and seem to be pretty cranky

Unfortunately Oikawa was the first to wake up with the sun seeping through just the wrong spot in the mostly covered window- remind him to move his bedding later. He stretched and yawned slowly waking himself up before turning slightly and pausing. The Yokohama students had come back clearly some time after the other students fell asleep going by how completely out of it they seem to be. The five Yokohama students slept soundly-

Five?

Oda, Fyodor, Chuuya, Dazai and… Ryoko?

Oikawa blinked. Rubbed his eyes and blinked again. What was she doing in the boys room? He reached beside him and shook the nearest body, being Oda’s.

“Hmm what?” The rust haired teen asked.

“Uh I think Ryoko snuck in.” Oikawa said quietly.

“Oh. That’s fine coach knows she does that and would have informed the others.”

“So she’s not going to get in trouble?”

“No. Nightmares Fyodor and Chuuya help calm her down.”

Well if that didn’t seem like it came straight from the book of lies Toru Oikawa didn’t know what. (It in fact wasn’t all that much of a lie- just not true for the current predicament.)

“When did you guys get back?” The setter questions.

“Oh not long, maybe like half past eleven.”

Another lie… no one here got to sleep until at least midnight.

“Uh… I’ll let you get back to sleep, it’s a free day until noon. Just so we are all rested and ready to play.”

“Well. I’m going back to sleep.” Oda yawned eyes shutting before he was out like a light. Toru groaned.

“I wish I could fall asleep like that.”

Soft snoring filled the room once more. Okay so Oda snores.

“Oi Shittykawa why are you up?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he awoke.

“Sunlight right to the face.” Oikawa pouted. Iwaizumi snickered before looking towards where Ryoko was crashed, hair everywhere with her face tucked into Fyodor’s side. The manager had an arm slightly around her while he slept on his back. Looking more Chuuya and Ryoko had their hands awkwardly clasped together… she was clearly comfortable.

“Why is Fukami in here?” Iwa asked and like a spell she was looking right at him, he jumped suddenly very awake. Her orange eyes seemed to glow beneath her messy pink hair before dimming.

“Oda said this is normal and that she won’t get in trouble.” Oikawa shrugged not having noticed she was awake yet. He looked towards her and jumped the exact same way Iwa had. “Morning pinkie.”

Ryoko seemed to grunt as she got up, detaching her hand from Chuuya’s and moving Fyodor’s arm as she went. Giving a little two finger salute she stood and quietly slipped from the room.

“That was weird.” Kuroo said- also having up due to Oikawa and Iwaizumi talking.

“Yeah... Okay it’s seven should we get ready?” Iwazumi asked. The two captains merely nodded.

An hour and a half later everyone was up and eating in the dining hall. Toast, rice, egg and juices were served for today’s breakfast feast and each team seemed to have sectioned off their own tables par the players who wanted to mingle at their own. However Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, Kenma, Lev, Atsushi, Gin, Goshiki and the Miya twins seemed to have congregated together at their own table with Tsukishima looking like he was being held against his will.

Oda had gone off to talk with Hirotsu trusting his team to sit quietly and eat… they ate. Ryoko looked, well, decidedly pissed specifically towards Higuchi if her glare was anything to go by and while that may have been normal as thus far both showed more hostility than the day prior. Higuchi was seemingly ignoring her and getting exceedingly further into Akutagawa’s personal space while Chuuya and Fyodor looked to be talking quietly either side of Ryoko, the flame eyed girl joining in sometimes. Junichiro looked more nervous than yesterday and Ranpo seemed to be trying to sneak into the kitchen- probably to steal some of the lollies and other sweet foods.

Aoba Josai sat chatting to one another, talking strategy and skill, attempting to figure out the Yokohama team’s weaknesses from yesterday’s matches.

“We are against them today. We need to be prepared so we can win.” Oikawa said, eyes not so subtly staring at the pink haired beauty. Slowly however she seemed to turn. At first Aoba Josai assumed she was turning towards their acting captain but her glare seemed to continue until it reached them.

Oh they were so dead.

“We are gonna die.” Nekoma’s Captain seemed to mutter from beside the blue themed team. “She looks pissed what the hell happened?”

“Maybe she isn’t a morning person.” The Aoba Josai Libero said shakily. “Yeah.”

“Stop glaring.” Fyodor nudged Ryoko. She just huffed. “Improve your mood and stop being a child, use your words.”

“Make me.” She grunted.

“I know what Higuchi did last night wasn’t particularly good… at all and we are all mad but seriously let it go before you burn a hole through every person here.” Chuuya said rubbing her back.

“If she does that on the field it could get one of us killed.” Ryoko muttered whilst stabbing at her food muttering obscenities that neither Chuuya or Fyodor would like to repeat. Chuuya turned and gave an awkward grin to Aoba Josai and Nekoma as an apology for her glaring at them.

“Look on the bright side you got Fyodor to cuddle you. I saw it.” Chuuya said wiggling his eyebrows.

“I did not.” Fyodor spat. “You two were holding hands all night.”

“Both happened why are you arguing over it. Don’t you have Dazai to bug or something.”

“Hey I’m not a bug.”

“She didn’t call you a bug dumbass.” Chuuya yelled across the table.

“I’m not a dumbass shortstack.” Dazai stood.

“Stupid head.” Chuuya began to stand too.

“Carrot top.”

“Bandage fuck.”

“Hat rack.”

Dazai and Chuuya bickered, their voices raising till everyone in the dining hall could hear.

“Do you see what you’ve done.” Fyodor sighed turning back towards the pink haired girl. She just raised a brow and continued eating.

“I thought you wanted my mood to improve?” She says with a smirk.

“Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, quit making a racket!” The YPHS coach yelled out.

“Sorry coach.” The two volleyball players said sitting back down. “Sorry everyone.”

“Yeah sorry we aren’t morning people.” Dazai laughed scratching the back of his head.

Oikawa’s brows furrowed, that might not be a lie but this team.. powerful sure, close… mostly but something was off.

Sakusa sat away from everyone, Akaashi being the closest and talking quietly between Bokuto and him.

“That team is weird.” Sakusa says suddenly.

“Pardon?”

“They have a strange relationship. Two of them hate each other, four of them have rivalries, two are either in a relationship or just really close, three are very friendly with the other. As a team powerful and well coordinated but there is something… weird.”

Akaashi looked towards the team, Sakusa was right. But he wouldn’t say anything, they seemed strong and maybe it was just their dynamic. Looking at Karasuno it’s not like they don’t have rivals and people who are closer than others same with any other team here.

“There is something… but it may just be their dynamic.”

“True… I will enjoy watching them wipe the floor with Aoba Johsai though.”

Said team seemed to have heard the misophobe and yelled in indignation.

“We’ll win!” Hanamaki said with a Huff.

“Have fun with that.” Kuroo snickered. “I don’t think angry miss dead inside will let you.”

It was time for the match. Yokohama Port High School versus Aoba Johsai. Both YPHS Wing Spikers seemed to be lacking emotions, completely dead inside- Karasuno found it hilarious at least. Even Oikawa seemed a little less cocky as he stared down the team opposite himself.

Aoba Johsai started. The blast flying quickly through the air with one of Oikawa’s insane hits. Akutagawa blocked it, sending it back towards his sister who then sent it to Dazai as he gave a setter dunk. It seemed so fast, like it had barely been a minute. Yokohama was next to serve, Atsushi’s eyes seemingly glowing as he sent the ball their way, Iwaizumi hit it, Kyotani catching it after, prepared to land a score… Atsushi and Gin were faster to block the hall, Gin hitting the ball back onto Aoba Johsai’s side.

Two scores already and it had barely been five minutes. Yokohama was not playing around it seemed- especially the fiery eyed Ace. The ball coming her way, Dazai having sent it to her. Almost like slow motion she raised her arm and spiked, the other teams swore they could see how her muscles rippled as she landed her hit right beside Oikawa’s head.

Toru could have sworn he had a flashback to the time Hinata had done the same kind of spike. His eyes widened as he realised just how close the pink haired girl had aimed. The wind and felt like it was brushing his ear.

Not too long later by the second match Akutagawa had done the same to Iwazumi and Gin similarly to Kyotani. Chuuya however bounced around the court getting all the stray hits and spikes with unnatural accuracy, it was almost like the ball would curve his way- which was impossible.

By the end of the match both teams seemed tired. Aoba Johsai from the extensive want to win and Yokohama… it was more a bored tired. Aoba Johsai couldn’t even be mad at them, they worked really well together after all.

Ryoko was the first to walk to Oikawa and extend a hand.

“Good game.” Was all she said as he took her hand. He couldn’t say a thing as she walked back off- unsure as to if she was mocking him or being serious considering her shitty mood… he was surprised however that she hadn’t seemed to be as angry as she had been in the morning, mad sure and he’s pretty sure she almost took off his head but… definitely less angry unless she and Higuchi would lock eyes or be near eachother.

Just what had happened the previous night?

#bungou stray dogs x haikyuu #haikyuu crossover #bsd crossover #Ryoko Fukami #bsd #Bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #hq #hq x bsd

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animebw · 4 years ago

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Reading One Piece: Chapters 355-357

-”I don’t know what that was, but my victory salute hit him!” UH RANKY I THINK YOU JUST SHOT A POLICE CHIEF

-”A government guy who doesn’t know about the trial? That lot sure is uncoordinated.” Ain’t that just the way.

-”You’re a secret agent, investigate it yourself. Later.” sdkfjhsdhfs

-Ah, of course, the government simply must have the ancient world-ending weapons for... peacekeeping reasons and nothing else. Surely they won’t be abused and misused. That would be preposterous.

-Spandam just can’t catch a break, good lord.

-Oooooh no, why does Tom know about Nico Robin?

-OH SON OF A BITCH! Yeah, figures this asshole would steal Franky’s ships and use them to turn the tide of opinion against Tom. Self-justifying shit.

-”We must make sacrifices for justice.” You asshats.

-”When you bring a weapon into this world, you have to take responsibility! It doesn’t matter if you're the one who pulls the trigger; they still have the power to hurt someone!” I never thought we’d get such a strong discussion of the ethics of advanced war development and WMDs in a manga about rubber pirates. And yet, here we are.

-”It’s made so it’ll go in, but not come out!” God, this fucking sucks. For everyone.

-And here’s Tom with the inverse; whatever purpose they’re used for, a ship is just a ship. Don’t blame the tool for the actions people take with it. Be proud you brought it into the world in the first place.

-”How it must hurt for you, Franky! You want to punch this guy, don’t you?’ YOOOOO HOLY SHIT TOM YOU BEAST

-”DO YOU UNDERSTAND HIS PAIN?” What. A. Way. To. Go. Goddamn, Tom was amazing.

-”My dream has finally... set sail.” Taking the fall all himself so his students can live on. Wow.

-”He chased us all the way onto the tracks!” JESUS CHRIST FRANKY NO CHILL WHATSOEVER

-”Because someday... I want to build a dream ship too!” FUCK. So that’s why everyone thinks Franky’s dead. Run over by the sea train in one last attempt to stop it. God, why are Oda’s backstories always so good?

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #one piece #one piece manga #luffy #monkey d luffy #zoro #zoro roronoa #nami #usopp #sanji #nico robin #tony tony chopper #chopper

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theviceadmiralswife · 1 year ago

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Marines &the world government uneasy relations

Salute recruits and soldiers on this trembling Thursday 🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓⚓

I'm in the moment a bit experiencing writers blockade. So stick with me , thanks.

Today I quickly pick on some things I noticed with the chapter 1095 and the official one piece fandom site.. and misconceptions and miss interpretations of the Marines at times.

I was disappointed by the official one piece fandom site as they updated vice admiral Dobermans profile following the egghead Island arc. Look at screenshot.

Its a gross misconception to think that Doberman does not mind Saint Saturn's statement "humans are insects"...which includes also the Marines that are fighting for the World government in the siege. In fact if you look at the reaction panel Doberman is drawn with clear signs of distress ie. droplets of sweat, a prominent shadow beneath the Bill of his cap and closed eyes, both of them.

I say it again Doberman doesn't appear to agree with Saint Saturn's statement, however he is through and through a lawful pragmatic marine, rational, stoic, he cannot say anything because his rank is to low.. he is forced into silence.

Don't believe me let's recap Sakazuki snarling at the Gorosei for putting up misinformation in the newspaper about Doflamingo. The Gorosei did not punish Sakazuki but WEREN'T pleased with Sakazuki and he is the fleet admiral at this point. (The whole one piece fandom admired Sakazukis balls of steel that moment)

Doberman is a vice admiral if he speaks up against any plan or strategy that Saint Saturn suggests it could very well mean Dobermans death to do so and he understands that. Hence his hands are tied in this situation. That doesn't mean he is agreeing,but distressed ... Doberman is to rational as to risk his life for a personal belief.

Which brings me to this panel in chapter 1095, After Saint Saturn is stabbed by Bonney the vice admirals are about to jump into action to defend him but Saturn yells at them to quit it and calls the Marines " quiet insects". And I bet that raises eyebrows with most Marines that are present at the siege. My opinion is this will cause further unrest amongst the Marines when it comes to the Gorosei. The five elder stars don't care not even for the soldiers that fight for them, if even Sakazuki is reprimanded firmly,

Its a great tragedy to see Marines being shuffled into various factions ie. Moral vs absolute justice, within their own institution not to mention being manhandled by the Gorosei in such a way, when it is obvious that not following orders get you executed, like in this siege.

BONUS LEVEL: ADMIRAL KIZARU

ok before I say anything else ... Oda did you draw Kizaru like this on purpose?? Wtf... that admiral is man spreading.. fan service ahoi

Ok naughty observation out of the way... For real though out of all Marines, Kizaru is the only one Saint Saturn talks normal to, no direct insults no condescending language..if anything Saint Saturn sounds like a dissapointed parent.

I know that Kizaru is a sufficient and fast soldier obedient , no questions asked... but still... is that enough to Foster some respect from Saint Saturn...

My personal opinion there's more at play here. And my PERSONAL theory ok...my personal thoughts is that Kizaru is the illegitimate child of a rare or extinct family of Celestial dragons or of one of the Gorosei... there i said it... don't hate me but it would make sense to me.

#one piece #one piece marines #admiral kizaru #kizaru borsalino #celestial dragons #one piece admirals

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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: open bedroom

☾ warnings: f!reader, mention of drinking games

☾ word count: 1.9k

At the entrance of the hallway, you look back at the living room. The party is bustling to the brim. That’s what you get with the hosts’ overwhelming popularity throughout campus. Without Hiromi by your side, you’re suddenly a tiny bit conscious, a tiny bit drained. It’s okay to take a little break from all this, right? Thinking back, this is probably the first time you’ve been in the boys’ apartment. You know Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi live together, and you’re friends with them, Akaashi’s even suffered through a few all-nighters of Russian classics analysis with you. With one of the doors opened, they probably wouldn’t mind you taking a breather in there.

“Y/n! Whatcha doin’?”

Back at the coffee table, Kuroo has gathered a bunch of people for King’s Cup. Over by the dining table, Bokuto wraps up what has got to be the fifth round of beer pong since you’ve arrived. You raise an eyebrow in Kuroo’s direction as Bokuto hollers at another victory — he slams back a drink anyways, and you visibly cringe at the ickiness of it all — and Kuroo only gives you a what-can-you-do-it’s-Bokuto kind of shrug. Grinning at you, he beckons you over to join them.

A small smile and a shake of your head, you mouth to him, “Headache. Later.”

His smirk falls, eyebrows knitting together with concern.

Having known him since he tutored you in a cursed compulsory chemistry class, you know that he’s about to lecture you. To pacify his mothering instincts, you follow up with a sleep hand gesture and what you hope is a reassuring grin.

Kuroo gives you a withering look, one reserved for Kenma, Lev, and the other underclassmen he claims maternal responsibility over, like you. You only continue to grin at him, shaking your head once again.

After a pause, he sighs dramatically, setting the last card down on the table.

“The room with the open door. Should be empty,” he yells.

With a mock salute, you leave the party behind you for now.

The room’s lights are off, but between the brightness streaming in from the party and the glow of the moon above the windows, it’s sufficient.

Neat and organized, you know that Kuroo must have tidied up for the party. There’s still the telltale Chair in the corner: a mountain of clothing on the chairback and a stack of textbooks on the seat.

You give an amused snort. Good thing Akaashi had the sense to lock Bokuto’s terrestrial supernova of a room from curious eyes. And probably his own from the likes of you.

You wonder what your fellow literature student’s room would look like, but you doubt he would ever invite you to his room anyways.

He’s never even expressed interest in having you over to his apartment much less fulfilling this kind of wishful thinking.

You take off your cloak, not wanting to make Kuroo’s bed too dirty, and lean back down. He has good taste: plush comforter, mattress not too hard, not too soft.

Not ten minutes later, there is shouting from outside your door, and the door is flung wide open.

“Bokuto-san, what are—”

“Akaashi, it’s for your own good.”

“Yea, ‘Kaashi, listen to your senpai.”

“Kuroo-san! You pain-in-the—”

He falls through the door frame, and you squint against the light in confusion.

Akaashi lurches forward to stop the door from slamming shut but as expected of the scheming captain, everything is well timed.

Akaashi doesn’t even bother twisting the unlocked door; Kuroo’s already put Bokuto on door duty.

He sighs, hand smoothing over the top of his head. The lights are still off but it’s not difficult to guess who’s in his room with him. It’s someone who had inspired both Bokuto and Kuroo to interrupt their winning streaks in order to lock their poor housemate in his own room. At a Halloween party he was largely responsible for running.

“Akaashi?” You guess, very confused, slightly amused.

In the moonlight, his outline is bulkier than usual, and you miss the mass of haloed curls around his head. But if your groggy state is even slightly reliable, it’s definitely Akaashi.

“Y/n-san,” he greets you with what you’re sure a smile sounds like.

Akaashi sighs again. This time internally.

He isn’t dense. He knows what his senpai are planning. It’s kind of difficult not to when he has to stop Bokuto from babbling whenever you greet them on the quad or when he threatens Kuroo for inviting you to their apartment every other week, on days that Akaashi is bound to be home alone. They’ve been pestering him for weeks to ask you out, but Akaashi has kept his distance.

And now he not only has to explain the situation but also his costume.

“Y/n-san.”

“Yes, Akaashi?”

His voice is serious, and you think that maybe this situation isn’t as funny for him as it is for you.

“I’m going to turn around,” he says cautiously. “Please do not scream.”

You give him a very confused frown before realizing that he can’t see that.

So you reply with a hesitant “okay.”

Slowly, Akaashi reveals himself in the moonlight. A shiver runs through you, in anticipation? in wariness? You weren’t sure.

But you didn’t think you’d actually scream.

“Y/n-san.” Akaashi pads over slowly, carefully. “I asked you not to scream.”

“But, but.” You look at him incredulously, hand gesturing wildly at his head. “You’re bald.”

He chuckles lightly as his hand runs over the top of his head once again.

“There’s hair at the back.” He turns his head to show you. “So, I’m not entirely bald.”

You look at him, jaw dropped to through the mattress, beyond the bedframe, right to the creaky floorboards. “You shaved your head for Toyotomi Hideyoshi?”

This time, he laughs an uninhibited, full bodied laugh, the heavy fabrics of his overcoat hunched over as he walks towards you.

He makes a whole show of carefully tearing off the scalp part, and you watch in horror before Akaashi grins at you, smile a gentle white in the moonlight.

“It’s a semi-bald cap,” he clarifies, holding up the floppy rubber. The halo of lacquered curls are back in commission, and you finally relax knowing that his gorgeous hair is intact.

You sit up, scooting over when he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. The room is getting warmer.

“Though, I’m impressed you got it correct on the first try,” Akaashi smiles. “I’ve been getting either Date Masamune or Oda Nobunaga the whole night.”

“From mainly girls?”

“Yeah, from girls and Kuroo-san.” Akaashi quirks a brow. “You don’t happen to know anything about this, do you?”

With a snort of disbelief, you look towards the door before replying loudly and clearly, “I didn’t take Kuroo for a dating sims fan.”

There is a muffled kind of shuffling before you hear a very explicit “Shh!” from not Kuroo.

You and Akaashi turn back to each other and burst into laughter.

“There’s a dating sim for the warlords now?” He chuckles.

You nod solemnly. “Date and Oda are the most popular characters.”

“Ah,” was all Akaashi could come up with as a reply. “I suppose you play it as well?”

There is a glint in his eyes as he watches you try to dance around the question. Eventually, you give up on any kind of vague answers, and give a small nod.

“Who’s your favourite character?” He asks in playful seriousness, suddenly very interested in your Sengoku boy of choice.

You’re sure that the moon turned a bright red just to highlight your embarrassment.

Akaashi sits there, pleasantly waiting for your answer.

Finally, you muster out a small admission. Perhaps the witching hour would conjure up some magic tonight.

“Toyotomi Hideyoshi.”

In the silence that follows, you can hear the breathing from outside the door, but neither of you spare those interlopers a glance.

“Not Date Masamune?” Akaashi asks quietly.

You laugh weakly at this, unsure of how to tread.

You fidget with the lace of your sleeves. “He’s too similar to Kuroo for me to take his route seriously.”

Akaashi doesn’t think of himself dense, but he supposes that self-awareness is a lifelong teaching.

But at this stage, even he knows that this is a confession, despite it coming on Halloween with him and his crush locked in his own room discussing Sengoku dating sims.

With her confessing that she likes Toyotomi Hideyoshi, aka him, Akaashi Keiji.

“I thought you liked Kuroo-san?” He blurts out.

But then he asks stupid questions like these, and Akaashi wonders if you can pass away from pure stupidity.

“What?”

“Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“I know who Kuroo is.” For you, this isn’t really the kind of witching hour you were expecting as you conduct the calmest yet most bizarre confession you’ve ever given.

“You’re very close to him.”

“We’re good friends.” You surprise yourself with your cordial, pleasant reply. Maybe it’s because it’s Akaashi that you’re like this. Despite your get up, Akaashi the Toyotomi Hideyoshi is definitely the witch of this witching hour. “Plus, that lovesick idiot probably has his own crush to chase.”

“So, you’re not in love with Kuroo,” Akaashi clarifies. In his defense, things can get weird on Halloween.

“No,” you confirm, “I’m not.”

“And you like me?” His voice raises ever so slightly, but he still keeps quiet, not for those nosy people outside but for consideration that if he says it too loudly, he might jinx the whole magic of the night.

“Yes,” you nod. “You as in Akaashi Keiji, not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, ikemen or otherwise,” you add on for further clarification.

“Oh.” Akaashi flops back down on the bed, and for a second, you’re worried you might’ve broken him. “I’m happy.”

You wait for him to continue.

Akaashi pats the space beside him, and after a moment of deliberation, you fall back beside him.

“Did you get the guy in the end?” He asks, a strange emotion in his voice, something not quite a smile but something not unpleasant. “In the game, I mean.”

“No,” you frown, “I keep getting the sad ending.”

Akaashi smiles a small smile to himself as he turns to you. Witching hour indeed.

“If I promise you the happy ending,” he breathes out carefully, “can you not scream if I kiss you?”

Once again, the moonlit red beams upon you, and you nod, a grin gradually spreading to your lips.

Akaashi cups your cheeks, and as he pressed his lips to yours in a simple lunar kiss, you’re very grateful that in the witching hour, he is Akaashi Keiji — not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Date Masamune and definitely not Kuroo Tetsurou.

In the glow of the Halloween moon, you and Akaashi lie at the foot of the bed, his arms around you, wrapped in the magic of the night.

“They’re waiting for us, right?”

“Yeah,” Akaashi laughs. “Any longer now, and Bokuto-san might suffer from brain hypoxia with how Kuroo’s probably told him to be ‘as quiet as the grave.’”

You do love an all-rounded literature student.

“So,” you grin, already knowing the answer to your rhetorical question, “do you think it’s time to go back out? Kuroo probably wants his room back too.”

“This is my room.” Akaashi pulls away with a quirked brow. “Kuroo’s bed is unmade, and he has two Chairs.”

Once again, your face flushes red as you try to stammer out an explanation.

“You’re fine. Things have been weird tonight,” Akaashi chuckles. It’s a good thing he’s taken off the horrifying atrocious bald cap or else the beautifully mischievous expression would’ve been lost on you. “Let’s keep them in suspense a little longer. It’s Halloween after all.”

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

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