#one piece 675

[yahoo201027]

This episode of One Piece is done for the night. Another episode of One Piece is coming up next to close out the night.

[ashedddaisy]

;-;

AND AS HE WAS A TOY HE COULDNT CRY!!! WHEN MOTHER DIED!!!!!! I am loving the pain.

OOf ;-;

He was unable to!!!!! save mother even after winning hundreds of battles!!!!! that must have hurt like a bitch oof anddd!!! I see the petals!!! give me the backstory of the petals!!!

IVE BEEN SAYING TO NOT SAY STUFF LIKE THIS CUZ THE HEAVENS CAN HEAR YOOUUUU

no cuz Rebecca looks exactly like scarlet and now you are telling me that both had been kidnapped and taken away in ships and kyros came to save both of them?

Kyros is the fucking cutest man, they are the fucking cutest

NAH THIS IS SO CUTE

THIS GIVES YOU ENOUGH SEROTONIN TO ACTUALLY FORGET THAT SCARLET WAS MURDERED, KYROS WAS TURNED INTO A TOY, REBECCA SUFFERED, KING RIKU SUFFERED, EVERYOONE SUFFERED

If I stop it here they will continue smiling and alive and

!!!!!!! this hurts real bad

[beaulesbian]

I'm almost done reading Punk Hazard, and i have some thoughts especially about sanji and the body switches between the characters and his reaction to that, (and then also some sanuso possibly sanusonami moments - because their dynamic in this arc was really interesting - their own respective goals, as well as a different duos), but i need to sort these thoughts into something more coherent first.

so before that, just this part i noticed - which was like, almost unneccessary from usopp's part, such a small moment, but strangely heartwarming and cute!

usopp: oh, sanji, you saved me? nami (who currently looks like sanji due to the body switcheroo thing): i'm nami! usopp: *disappointed sound* nami: why are you disappointed?!

(*shaking usopp by the shoulders*: what to you mean by that reaction?? why are you disappointed it wasn't actually sanji rescuing you? that you woke up in the snow and after the fight, seeing sanji but learning it was still nami in that body, and even if you like nami, you wanted sanji to rescue you??? explain yourself!)

anime version, bc it's all cute too!

[algumaideia]

I can't believe Law gave his heart to gas guy

Smiley is trying to eat everyone?

[ma1dita]

Why do I see Luke and trouble being like "Shut up and kiss me" after Luke or trouble (whichever) talks about something they enjoy and the other is like I'm gonna kiss them cause they're so cute

done and dusted

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: fun lil short blurb for lukie pooks!! enjoy kissing him lol ty for the req morghen this was from a while ago-> check out my partners in crime series if you wanna see more

wc: 675

There’s a subtle curiosity that fills the air whenever Luke Castellan is around. You know by now not to deify gods nor people, much less a curly-headed boy with flighty eyes and a grin that always makes you feel like he knows something you don’t.

“Dangerous… the way you’re looking at me right now, trouble.” Luke’s grin is almost evil as his gaze washes over your curled up frame on the tattered couch. You’re gathering fabrics and props from the basement of the Big House for the next play you’ll organize, and Luke came along to help you carry some boxes (you’re more than strong enough to do so by yourself, but he just wants some alone time with his girl).

“M’not even doing anything! Just looking at you,” you smirk, bumping his hip against yours and his cargo pants brush against the skin of your thigh. He hisses, dust clouding your view of him when his leg catches the edge of the wooden table in the corner of the room.

“What’s this for again?” he sniffles, wiping his nose and tossing a headpiece into another box as he watches you sort through sequins and scrolls on the floor.

“Romeo and Juliet. Classic. You know I have a thing for Shakespeare,” you begin to ramble, swooning over one of the greatest love stories of all time but all Luke can do is focus on the one between the two of you. He’s oddly quiet, and you turn from your bent over position to see him admiring the view. Rolling your eyes you grumble, “Babe, were you even listening?”

“Yeah, you were talking about having a thing for a dead guy that isn’t me….” he teases, pulling you in by the belt loops as your hands trail up to wrap around his neck, “and you were about to tell me about how much you love me!” He smiles stupidly, like it’s a matter of fact. He’s incredibly lucky it is, he thinks, as you crack a smile and kiss his jaw, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics. “That’s not even what I was trying to say, Luke. Even though I do love you. What I was saying is that Romeo and Juliet is an amazing piece of literature because no matter what they go through, it all starts and ends with love. How beautiful is that?” you yap, not noticing that he’s backing you onto the edge of the dusty table. Like you weigh nothing, between your breaths you’re lifted onto said table with a yelp and his hands stay firm and warm on your hips.

“You’re beautiful.”

“For gods’ sake, Luke,” you giggle, “what do you want?”

His nose trails a path from your collarbone to your cheek and up into your hair—the scent of you overpowering the other elements in this decrepit room. Sweet, and soft, and his.

“I want the love of my life to just shut up for a second and kiss me. How about that?” he murmurs, lips already brushing against your growing grin as you pull him in by the curls on the nape of his neck.

Sometimes he wishes it was more normal to keep eyes open during a kiss. Luke doesn’t want to miss a single second of you even as you occupy all of his senses—the plush of your skin under his wandering hands, the smell of your perfume wafting as he pulls you closer into him, the sounds of your soft moans under his ministrations and the taste of you in his mouth as you slip your tongue against his own, dancing in familiarity in tune with your noises. He sneaks peeks of you through heavy eyelids—unable to rip away from the sight of your bliss in his arms.

And then you’re pulling away with a smirk, “M’not letting you defile me in a dusty basement, much less in my dad’s house.”

His lips press against your temple as he sighs, moving in the shape of words you can barely make out.

“Worth a shot.”

[adiproseprose]

‘God, I can’t wait for you to explode’

‘Just imagine this helpless piggy too big to walk’

‘No doubt she’ll be immobile soon…’

The addicting tight rush of fullness settles in my bloated gut. My third straight pitcher of weight gain shake collapses to the floor, and I struggle to shake the numbness out of my toes. If I could see them I’d know they were swollen and startlingly red, but I can’t see shit past my massive tits, hanging low to the center of my belly. I sink back into the couch and rub myself off, sausage fingers snaking into my underwear. My chins serve as a resting place for my exhausted head. 

I’ve always been something of an extremist. There was a time where I would count the calories on a baggy of baby carrots. I was a whore in every sense of the word, skinny as a pencil and duller than an eraser. I didn’t need anybody, I had the attention of every boy I made eye contact with. Skipped college and became a model, traveled all over the world. If you want, you can get my before and after shots. 45 bucks a piece, 112 vrs. 675. 

Nobody pays attention to you when you’re fat. 

I kicked the ball down the hill when my agency fired me, parents claiming I was giving their kids bulimia or some bullshit. The ball began to collect years of sugar, fat, salt and grease, hardly able to get out of bed without a mouthful of fresh endorphins. My veins swelled with lard, stomach overstretched and doubled over onto my fat padded knees. 

It was all very discouraging at first. I heard the gossip as I toddled along to my convenience store for my nightly dinner of mars bars and oven fries, about how tiny I used to be, if I was really the same girl. ‘Nobody wants to rub out a fat girl’. 

I drank a lot. Partied a lot. Had a lot of shitty, desperate sex that ended after 4 minutes with a sigh and a cigarette. Then I met this guy. He grabbed my belly and afterwards told me I could make a killing if I kept gaining weight. I told him to fuck off but I looked into it. Feedism is a deep, dark, somewhat fucked up world. But money is green, so I did some analysis. What did they like about these women, big asses, big tits, double chins? These women are making thousands of dollars just to eat. 

I piled on fat like batter in a cake tin. I’m round up top, double belly and huge boobs. Thickness in my face that I don’t love, but my ass is rounder than the moon. 

“Ohhhh…fuck *HIC*...fuck me. I might’ve had too much, guys.” I whine to the camera. I rub and shake my belly. 

“BURRPPP!” 

I like to read the comments while I masturbate. I scroll, an endless stream of aroused fans. 

‘700 bucks if you do a fourth!!111’

‘7 HUNDO!!!!!’

Over and over again this bitch. I roll my eyes. “500 dollars for another one Mr…Pigfarmer?” 

‘YES!!!’

He donates. And I fix the shake on my coffee table, bringing it to my lips. I wince. I really do not wanna throw up. 

“Gonna do this for you, Pigfarmer. Whoooo boy..” 

I down the shake in maybe 2 minutes and let the empty pitcher land on the floor with the others. “So *huff* fucking…fat. Can barely get… off the couch anymore..ughhhh…” 

‘I will feed you until your fucking feet fall off’

‘I can help you off the couch!!!’

‘I’ll feed you and fuck you until you can’t move baby’

This isn’t enough. I need to be fat enough to where anything is monetizable. Walking out to the car. Going up stairs. I’ve made a few sets of my rolling out bed, when my joints are aching and my waddle is exaggerated the most. 

I don’t get much out of this besides the money. If anything, it makes me feel gross. But I blend in effortlessly, I’ve gone so deep. I’m not a feedee. I am a fat fucking whale who happens to be fat because it makes me ridiculous amounts of money. It makes it a lot easier to smile. 

“Alright, guys, I’m gonna hop off. See you guys next time!! Love you!” 

I click. 1700 dollars from an hour stream. Not too bad. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and drum my belly. I’m numb. I’m covered in grease, shake powder and cum. I can barely make it through my day without that tight fullness now. I wheeze deeply as I contemplate what to eat for dinner.

[atzaurora]

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[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] "sᥕᥲᥣᥣ᥆ᥕ."

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Seonghwa, Hongjoong

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seonghwa x hongjoong

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!, head, swallowing, hard face fcking, m receiving, gagging

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: inspiration || Just Hongjoong going rough on Seonghwa's throat...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 675

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: my first time writing a member x member fic *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠* I contemplated a lot if I wanted to do those fics in general but honestly idc and just wrote what I wanted :P it's very short but oh well...enjoyyy

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The door slammed shut in an instant, Hongjoong walking closely behind Seonghwa as he guided him by resting his hand on Hwa's lower back.

"Come on, in there we go," Hongjoong's voice was low with a raspy edge to it, making Seonghwa even more aroused.

The elder one of the two, has had no patience all day, constantly teasing Hongjoong while he worked. Of course Jjoong wanted him as much but still, they were at work.

At some point he had whispered in Seonghwa's ear, telling him to wait and that he would take him the second they got home. And he held his promise.

Hongjoong opened the door to their shared bedroom, pushing Seonghwa backwards till the back of his legs hit the bed frame. He pushed him down onto the mattress, climbing on top of him.

Hongjoong's lips smashed against Seonghwa's, grabbing and pulling on his hair, kissing him hungrily.

"God, you were such a tease all day," he grunted against Hwa's lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Seonghwa only nodded, his hands planted on Jjoong's waist, holding him in a firm grip as he sat there on top of him.

"Does my pretty boy really want to get fucked so desperately, huh?," Hongjoong's eyes darkened as he looked down at Seonghwa's pleading face. "Yes, please, I— fuck, I've been wanting you all day," he responded immediately, watching as his boyfriend smirked down at him.

"Mhm, I see...well, I suppose we need to get these off then..." Hongjoong tugged on his clothes. They hadn't even taken the time to get out of their coats and shoes when they walked inside their house, too caught up with Seonghwa's needy behaviour.

Jjoong continued to tug on the shirt, manoeuvring it out of the waistband of the jeans Seonghwa was wearing all day. He pulls it all the way up, over the head, tossing the fabric somewhere next to the bed.

Hongjoong licked his lips at the sight, the view of the bare skin evolving an immediate reaction from his lower abdomen. Seonghwa bit his lip suggestively, reaching for his pants and opening them. "Pull them off, love. Don't hesitate," Hongjoong encouraged him, watching him with so much lust in his eyes.

Hwa did as he said, pulling his pants, along with his boxers down, leaving not a single piece of fabric on his skin. "Hongjoong~," he moaned teasingly, making a desperate face and knowing exactly it would turn his boyfriend on so damn much.

"Yes, baby~ fuck— that's right," Jjoong blabbered, focusing on Seonghwa's body while pulling off his own clothes. "I'm gonna fuck you so much, you won't see straight anymore." Once Hongjoong's clothes were all detached, he moved Seonghwa so he was on all fours. He himself got off the bed, standing right in front of Hwa's mouth with his shaft.

Without a warning Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa's face, opening his jaw and shoving his hard cock in. Seonghwa whimpered with sensation, feeling how Jjoong's tip hit the back of his throat.

Hongjoong began to thrust into Seonghwa, face fucking him with deep and harsh thrusts, making him a moaning and sweating mess. "That's it, baby, take it all the way in. Just like you wanted to all day," he reminded Seonghwa of how he'd been acting all day long.

His hands moved along Hongjoong's thighs, gripping them harder with each thrust to keep his body upright. Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong's dick twitch in his mouth.

"Fuck~ I'm gonna cum," Hongjoong groaned, grabbing the back of Seonghwa's head to keep him in place. After one last thrust he pushed his head further on his cock, making Seonghwa gag and his cum running down the back of his boyfriend's throat.

"Swallow." Hongjoong looked him in the eye as he swallowed his load, looking all fucked out. Seonghwa stuck his tongue out, showing he swallowed and earning a passionate kiss back from Hongjoong.

Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong back onto the bed with him, not breaking the kiss as he moved his hands lower. "Round 2?"

[grabby-smitten]

Message in a bottle

Subjects: Merman!Rafayel x F!Reader

Word count: 675

Content: Short blurb, a bit angsty, graphic description of drowning and the sea. Not edited and no beta.

You still remember the day you saw him for the first time and how your lungs burned as water entered your body. There was no way of getting out from under the ruthless power of the waves crashing on the surface.

The struggle to keep your mouth and nose shut was clear in your mind, then your body refused to float as if the cold liquid was pulling you down faster and faster… and when you thought there was nothing more to do… he appeared from the depths of the ocean.

From the darkness, a giant creature swam against the current. The angered waters were nothing more than a breeze for it, and you? You truly believed at that moment that you were hallucinating. At least trying to give yourself a peaceful goodbye, right? Your mind machinated a beautiful thing that came to your rescue and was pulling you toward the surface.

You remember, even if you were about to pass out. At that moment, when his hand touched yours— your mind suddenly cleared.

He was there in all his glory. A man but not a man. A siren? A triton? A merman? You still don’t know what he was but he had saved you.

You remember his words. His voice broke through the deafening noise of the waters. It was like nothing else was between you and him.

“You called me… finally…”

But you couldn’t understand then. Mind clear but your body was not under your control. Too cold to move, too tired to get even one breath in.

Rafayel was not ready to feel his chest constrict in pain and then a sudden pull followed by an unexplained urgency to attack him out of nowhere.

He remembers how he knew he had to go, to swim, to reach… something? Someone? without questioning it, he was there in an instant. Never in his life has he ever felt like this.

And there you were, a single human female being dragged to the bottom of the ocean by the currents. Your small fragile figure, barely noticeable in the darkness but for Rafayel? You were like a lighthouse guiding his way.

In that moment, when his eyes landed on you, he knew what all those feelings and sudden urges meant. He also knew this was his fault. After all, the sea was only trying to please him. The sea was just innocently fulfilling its duty to its king… by bringing him his missing piece.

Once he broke out of the water, concern clouded his mind. You seemed conscious but something wasn’t right. The spark he felt when he connected with you was diminishing slowly. His mind went a thousand miles in the blink of an eye, trying to understand why were you fading in his arms. This was not supposed to happen.

He couldn’t lose you the same moment he got you. He refused to believe that. His fingers gripped you tightly as he made his way to the shore.

Twilight gone, the darkness of a stormy night surrounds you both. Your eyes barely open as Rafayel drowned in anguish as his fragile human slipped from him.

“Damn it, plea-please… don’t- just don't…” his hands moved frantically over your pale face, all color drained away by the freezing air.

Rafayel understood two things in that situation. One, he would do anything for you, and two, humans were not meant to live underwater.

You don’t know how you are alive right now, watching the sunset at the same beach you were found. But you know what you saw and you know he was out there.

So again, for the hundredth time since you woke up here on this same beach, you threw a glass bottle at the ocean. You watched the waves carry it away as the wet sand got in between your toes and hoped he would receive it this time.

All the bottles carried the same message… you were gonna wait for him. Right in this same spot. Every day for the rest of your life.

Message in a bottle is all I can do. Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you…

Message In A Bottle (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

[deadnamedblog]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was (kind of) tagged by @purplehairedwonder

Ghost Caller

One Piece | G | Sengoku & Rosinante & Law | 444 | Someone is using a dead Marine's code

The first time it happens, the Fleet Admiral goes to check on the situation himself, it causes quite the stir and the WEMP gives its first page to the high ranking Marine's presence in North Blue.

One Of Seven

One Piece | T | Law | 200 | Trafalgar Law plans the Rocky Port Incident on the spot

The Heart Pirates were there to follow the leads of Doflamingo's trades in the New World.

Crying Uncle One Piece | T | Drake & Law | 1,6k | Law talks with Drake when imprisoned in Wano

Trafalgar Law was waiting, resting after the beating he had taken.

The Letter F One Piece | T | Law & Luffy & Jimbey & Hearts | 2,7k| Law, Luffy and Jimbei have the same blood type

The doors closed behind him and, straw hat in hand, Trafalgar Law hurried toward the bloc.

What Happened in Sabaody Stays in Sabaody One Piece | T | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 1,8k | Luffy saves Law in Sabaody without knowing it

There had been a plan.

Planning A Whim One Piece | G | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 675 | Law plans Marineford

Breaking news ! Escape from Impel Down.

In The Public Eye One Piece | G | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 2,4k| Law learns about Luffy from the newspapers first

Monkey D. Luffy's first bounty does not warrant any peculiar attention from most people.

Bound(wo)man One Piece | E | Lawlu | 3,9k | Ope-ope + Gear4 + Sick-sick Fruit = Weird weird sex

Under the impact of Strawhat's culverin fist, Doc Q was sent flying into the cliff, his fighting presence promptly disappearing.

Law and Orders One Piece | T | Law & family & Corazon & Doflamingo | 531 | Law doesn't like orders

It is not the first time he rebels against authority.

S-Law One Piece | T | Law & World Governement | 100 | Seraphim Law is in trouble

Seraphim Law was a prisoner, restricted in movements and choices.

The pattern I see is exposition, exposition, exposition. Set the scene, the players, tell who or what's important. Since I jump so much from context to context in each fic it's important.

Do you see other patterns?

Tagging anyone else who wants to play!

[yahoo201027]

Of course, with a flashback that seems too happy comes to a crashing sad note. And Doflamingo overthrowing Riku is that note.

[ashedddaisy]

"People like beasts as long as they stay in a cage! Even if I get out of the cage, there is no place for me to go back! There is nowhere for me to belong out there!" — KYROS. ONE PIECE 675.

[rjzimmerman]

Hotter Temperatures Are Causing Trees to Have Heat Strokes. (Sierra Club)

Excerpt from this story from Sierra Club:

When scientist Craig Allen first arrived in the Jemez Mountains of northern New Mexico in the early 1980s, the American Southwest was in the early years of a decades-long wet period. It was, in Allen’s words, a “good time to be a tree.” Allen had gone to New Mexico to study the local forests for the US Geological Survey. Fast forward two decades and conditions have radically changed. 

Starting in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the Southwest’s long-term climate pivoted sharply, transitioning to what scientists are now calling a “megadrought.” The drought was marked by a decline in precipitation. But it also included something new: abnormally warm temperatures. The combination would prove deadly. The early 2000s marked the start of a region-wide, massive die-off of trees that continues to this day.

“2002 was the real kick in the teeth in terms of forest dieback here,” says Allen, now an adjunct professor at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque. “There were millions of acres of different species of trees dying across the whole region.”

What makes the Southwest’s current megadrought so exceptional and so very different from the region’s notorious megadroughts of the past, says Allen, isn’t so much a lack of precipitation as an excessive amount of heat. Scientists have determined that about a third of the strength of the current megadrought is due not to a lack of water but to warming tied to climate change. Heat, it is now known, is making the region’s drought worse. But elsewhere heat is also leading to a very new and worrying development: drought-induced tree die-offs in regions not typically known for droughts. 

Allen, a self-described “documentarian” of his region’s ecological collapse, was one of the first scientists to put the pieces of this mystery together. For decades, he observed tree die-offs in New Mexico occurring both at lower, drier elevation sites as well as higher, wetter sites, and for the same reason: Heat was drying the air, and this was stressing and weakening trees, making them vulnerable to insect attacks that would deal the final death blow.

Scientists are now calling this phenomenon “hot drought.” (Or sometimes, “hotter drought,” because droughts generally tend to be hot.) According to a growing body of research, hot droughts have now been tied to tree die-offs the world over, regardless of how much precipitation a region typically gets. 

A 2022 study published in Nature Communications combines nearly five decades of data on previously recorded tree die-offs from nearly 700 different locations around the world. From these data, the study concludes that the recent increase in global forest die-offs—recorded at 675 locations on nearly every continent—were due to a “hotter-drought fingerprint.” A fingerprint the researchers further linked to human-caused climate change. 

“There is uniformity across this large global database,” says study lead author William Hammond, plant ecophysiologist at the University of Florida. “It shows temperature has played a really important part in tree mortality.”

The study also found that across ecosystems, the same hotter drought fingerprint could be found in previously recorded tree die-offs across nearly every biome examined, wet and dry. This supports conclusions from an earlier 2009 paper led by Allen and published in Forest Ecology and Management.

Hammond says the signal in the data set is clear: Abnormally warm temperatures tied to climate change are killing trees globally. He says he takes issue with scientists who don’t acknowledge this. 

“To continue to call this phenomenon ‘drought-induced mortality’—which is by far the term that is pervasive in most of the 154 papers in the database—is pretty much irresponsible at this point, because we have the smoking gun [temperature],” says Hammond.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

2023 Tumblr Top Ten!!

I saw my friends do this and I thought it’d be fun!!!!

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1090 notes!! To this day it’s my most popular post by a LONG SHOT BDNEHENEJSNSJ!!

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986 notes!! This was during the MCYT Tumblr Sexyman polls bdnehenudjxjzj I just wanted to join in for funsies even though I’m not in the fandom or anything

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675 notes!!

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635 notes!! It makes sense why this one got so popular, Crumbtoast reblogged it BDNEHENEJDJ

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445 notes!! This was right after Seperate Ways came out and I guess the gays were desperate BXNSHENEJENS

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410 notes!! To this day this is still my favourite art piece ever <3

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407 notes!! This one blew up completely out of nowhere BXNEHNEJDJ

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387 notes!! I asked people to blow it up and it worked BXNEJENSJ

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341 notes!! I genuinely have no idea how this one got so popular

And finally number 10:

307 notes!! It doesn’t fit in the screenshot BXBEHENEJSJ

[ziseos]

**SPOILERS AHEAD**

I was just talking about One Piece theories with the owner of my usual manga shop, and speaking about the lastest chapter, where the ruins of the continents were shown, I realized something.

Who are only the current people who could know about those ruins?

Fishermen first, of course.

They live under the sea, I think it's impossible they don't know/never seen them (this has also more implications, but I won't delve into that now).

Second one being the only known ship that travels mostly in the depth of the Sea, that being Trafalgar Law and his (rip) yellow submarine.

Now, since submarines can reach even more than 2,250–3,000 ft/ 675-900 m of depths, it seems weird that Law and his crew never saw any of those ruins as they traveled across the seas.

So...did he saw anything interesting down there, he might have kept hidden?

Or maybe I'm just getting too crazy with theories, BUT... I'll leave it just there 👀

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 21: Unresponsive / Asthma Attack

@febuwhump prompt: Unresponsive @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Asthma Attack

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Tech Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that each member of the Batch came from batches of clones with matching mutations before being assigned to Experimental Unit 99. Word Count: ~675 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Tech loses his first batchmate.

Tech, Circuit, Data, Socket, and Switch. The five enhanced clones of Batch 99-One, already as far along their training as others twice their age, thanks to their enhanced mental processing capabilities.

Their tailored genetics meant there were minor physical discrepancies. None of them followed the exact clone template of the regular cadets produced by the facility.

Circuit had blue eyes. Socket’s hair was vibrant ginger, and he was freckled. Tech and Switch were skinny for their age, and Data breathed with a whistle.

The Kaminoans monitored Data’s breathing closely. The defect had appeared when their physical training increased in intensity. The cadets were two years and nine months old; with the accelerated growth the enhanced clones were subject to, physically they were eight.

Sometimes it was a wheeze on the outward breath, only detectable in a quiet room; although quiet was a rare occurrence, given Switch’s predilection to constant chatter. Occasionally Data would cough at night, short of breath, and keep his brothers awake with the arrhythmia of his breathing.

The young cadets didn’t like to ask Data about his visits to the medical labs. He always reappeared looking sullen and teary, and every time they knew his usefulness was being weighed against his defect.

No-one wanted to think of the day he might not return.

--

Another gruelling training session. The cadets were equipped with body weights to simulate the burden of armour and weapons they would be wearing when they were older. The simulator was laid out as a huge obstacle course, demanding that they run, climb, dive, scramble to reach the end – all whilst dodging incoming stun-blasts from turrets at the edges of the route.

Tech pressed his back against a sheltering pillar, taking a moment to catch his breath and analyse the distance to the next patch of cover. He calculated the burst of energy needed to see him over the hurdle in a clear bound – that would be the fastest option – and weighed it against the less-tiring but more exposed choice to skirt the edge of the barrier.

“Ready?” grinned Switch. “I’m ready!”

Without waiting for an answer he was gone, sprinting across the open stretch in an erratic path that somehow avoided the incessant turret-fire.

“Wait for me!” yelled Socket, darting after their faster brother. Circuit followed him, the two of them scrambling and hauling each other over the barrier when they came to it. Circuit lifted Socket clear of the wall as a stun-blast hit where the cadet had been moments before. Tech decided that vaulting was the quickest, ergo the safest, option. He was the most acrobatic of his batchmates after all.

He tensed his muscles, ready for a turn of speed. Then a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Tech, wait.”

Data was doubled over, sucking air into his lungs like it pained him. He looked up at his brother imploringly, gaze slightly unfocused. “Wait,” he gasped, between shallow, ragged breaths. “Wait for me.”

Tech abandoned his prepared stance, placing both hands on Data’s shoulders as he crouched in front of him. Data was pale, his lips tinged with blue.

“Take a deep breath,” said Tech uncertainly, “like this.” He demonstrated, expanding his chest as far as he could before letting the breath out in a long exhale.

Data didn’t copy him. Couldn’t copy him.

“Tech,” he pleaded, the wheezing sound audible even above the cacophony of the training course. His grip on Tech’s arm slackened. The bluish lips moved again, this time soundlessly. His breath came in desperate, staccato gasps.

“Data?” asked Tech.

No response. Data slumped, knees crashing to the ground, then his whole body. Tech leaped back in alarm; out of the sheltering safety of the pillar.

A stun-blast knocked him out cold.

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C-9912 unresponsive not breathing. Emergency resuscitation applied. Diagnosis: acute airway restriction due to chronic asthma. Recommendation: removal from combat pathway.

C-9913 unresponsive but breathing. Consciousness regained without medical intervention. Recommendation: improve combat response to squad-mate injury. Cadets must be conditioned to continue with mission regardless of injuries/loss amongst their number.

[theshittymarimo]

Dreams and Daemons

Chapter 2: Nami, Usopp, Robin Fandom: One Piece Summary: Introduction of Kaito, Iso and Rodney. Words: 1 675 Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Nami - KAITO, Eurasian Magpie

“Expressive, Perceptive, Flamboyant. Magpie people tend to be creative, curious, true to their natures, gregarious, and energetic. They are free spirits who enjoy being in the thick of things and as such, tend to get a reputation for the dramatic. They are good at taking joy in the unpredictable aspects of life, making opportunities out of any circumstances. They see things more clearly, look past illusions and see through falsities. But they are also playful, social, communicative, and confident. Magpie people are full of intelligence and cunning, but are more light-hearted than its other corvid cousins the crow and the raven.”         - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Kaito was the only one Nami could trust for a very long time. He was the only one who saw her tears in the darkness and understood her. He worked with her in both light and darkness, standing by her side, always helping her in her work to earn money for their village. He stole from people’s pockets and acted as her eyes in the sky whenever she needed it. When she felt insecure, he helped her see more clearly and understand what sort of people she met on her travels. He always warned her when he felt someone was too dangerous for them; she could always trust his word. The first time he sounded uncertain about someone was when they met Luffy. “What do you mean?” she hissed at him while they were hiding on the nearby roof, watching the strange boy who had literally fallen down from the sky. “I don’t know Nami”, Kaito whined in her ear. “They just … they feel good.” “Good?” Nami hissed back disbelievingly. They had never met someone who just felt good. Everyone had an ulterior motive, that’s what she had learned through harsh lessons on the sea. She mistrusted Luffy even more when she realized that he was a pirate. No pirate was ever “good”, no matter what Kaito felt about them. But in the end, on their home island when she cried and tried to chase Luffy away, he stayed. She was lost, didn’t have anyone left. She looked to Kaito, who stood in front of her, and saw the answer in his eyes. A final string of hope was dangling in front of her, and Kaito nodded at her, daring her to take the final leap, to trust someone else. It felt both terrifying and relieving to share her burden with someone else. But finally, she dared to ask someone to help her.

And in the end, she had to admit that Kaito was right about them.

Now Kaito loved flying high above their ship, enjoying the wind. Looking far across the blue seas she could hear his reports about what he saw and his laughter at the crew’s antics. She could never stop herself from laughing as well when she heard him, even when she was mad at Luffy for doing something idiotic. Her heart soared as high as Kaito did when she heard him being so happy and free.

Usopp - ISO, European Hare

“Self-sacrifice, humility, family. Rabbit people tend to be soft-spoken and non-self-assertive. The symbol of the rabbit is strongly tied to the cycle of life, fertility, death, and resurrection. The rabbit is also a symbol of luck, health, and clear-sightedness. In the wild, Rabbits are terrific planners and escape artists. In other words, the Rabbit Spirit’s mantra is, “Look before you leap” and keep one foot in reality. Rabbit people live life spontaneously, and are the life of a party. They also afford quick wittedness and creative problem solving. The rabbit energy challenges their reflexes and hones dexterity spiritually and physically.” - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

“Ahaha, don’t worry Iso!” Usopp bragged loudly to his daemon, Iso. “They will be joyous to greet us again! How can’t they not be, to have the great warrior Usopp with them again!” One of Iso’s long ears tilted down to the side as she watched her human pacing back and forth on the beach of Water 7, talking out loud and practicing his speech for returning to the straw hat crew. “I will even offer to be the vice-captain!” He quickly turned to Iso in excitement as another idea clearly hit him. “Iso! You should turn into a white horse!” he told her excitedly. “Imagine us riding in all glory, surely they will just fall on their knees and beg us to return!” “… No”, Iso said softly. “Huh?” Usopp blinked, stunned, a flash of confused anger crossing his face. “What do you mean no? Isn’t that a great idea?” Iso hadn’t found her final form, still able to change into different animals. Some people called them immature for that but they mostly ignored them, telling themselves that it was funnier this way anyway. But now she had an uncomfortable feeling in her gut; it didn’t feel right. It bothered her as much as seeing Usopp like this; she could feel him through their bonds. Beneath all that anger and pride, she could sense his shame and fear… When Iso didn’t answer, he soon shrugged and continued. In the end, they had nearly been too late. Usopp had been shouting after the boat, and Iso feared that the worst was going to happen. “USOPP!” She shouted at him. “They are going to leave!” “Well, well”, he stuttered, “change into something else and we’ll go after them!” “I can’t! I’m stuck like this!” she finally found the words to explain. She saw the horror growing in his eyes as he stared after the ship, their crew, their family. He finally realized that they were going to lose them. It was too late, she thought, and blamed herself as Usopp shouted his apology. Tears streamed down her face as Usopp cried. In the end, she never loved Luffy’s rubber powers more than in that moment. “I’m a coward, huh?” Usopp asked her later, when it was just the two of them. She could hear the insecurity in his words. It was said that the animal the daemon ended up taking mirrored the soul of the human. Iso knew what he meant, but she went up to him and put a paw in his hand. When he looked at her in surprise, she responded with a grin. “No, we are lucky!”

Robin - RODNEY, Domestic cat

“Cat represents a balance of strength in both physical and spiritual, psychic and sensual powers, merging these two worlds into one. They tend to have most energy during the night. Curious, intelligent, and independent, cat people tend to live in a world all their own. They are free ardent adventurers who explore the world as well as their inner space. Their perspectives are unique as they like to explore all the angles. Naturally agile and are able to land on their feet in seemingly impossible situations. However, they need to be careful. […] People with black cats as daemons can be wonderful leaders who rarely lose dignity under pressure. The colour black represents authority, elegance and adaptability. However, they need to be cautioned that they can succumb to the idea that somehow, they are bad luck to those around them, or somehow lesser to them. They need to learn to reach out for help from those they love.”         - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Robin had to grow up fast with her daemon, Rodney, finding his final form soon after the first time someone betrayed them for easy money. They had been sitting in a dirty alley, and she had looked down at his pitch-black small form of a cat, with green eyes gleaming in the dark, and somehow known. “A cat”, she said with a weak smile. “We will stay in the shadows”, his deep voice hummed deeply inside of her chest. “No one will find us unless we want to.” “You promise?” she asked softly, shivering from the cold as she tried to keep warm. “I promise”, he answered as he went up into her lap, and she could feel the purring from somewhere deep beneath the warmth of his fur. Years later, in Enies Lobby while she waited in chains, she remembered that moment as she thought of the straw hats – “They found us.” “Well”, Rodney hummed, seemingly immediately knowing what she meant. “Maybe we wanted them to find us.” She looked at him in surprise, but he remained silent by her side despite Franky’s curious looks at them. “I don’t want them to come”, she told him angrily. “You sure?” he responded calmly. She didn’t answer. Later she had to admit that he had been right. Like he always was. “How did you know?” she asked him later that night. She couldn’t sleep, still reeling from the day, it had all happened in just one day. “What?” he asked lying on her chest with closed eyes. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask. How he knew that they would come? No… How he knew that she wanted them to come? … That she wanted to live after all? All the questions flew around in her head but she didn’t say any of them but looked down on him. One of his eyes glowed in the dark as he looked toward her. “Well... I wanted to”, he admitted, sounding a little abashed. She blinked in confusion. “I wanted you to live”, he purred. And they were one. She remembered reading about daemons and how they were supposed to be two parts of one soul. That the dreams and will were flowing freely in the bonds between the human and the daemon. As long Rodney was there, and wanting for her … did that mean she never lost that flame of hope in the first place? That it was always there, kept safe by Rodney? Her eyes suddenly burned. “Thank you”, she whispered. He responded by simply purring.  

Notes: I choose a magpie for Nami because it was perfect for a thief to have an animal that loves shiny things to steal. The name Kaito means "sea, ocean" and "soar, fly". Usopp got the hare, at first I thought of an animal that was kind of famous for being a coward and/or running away. But when I read about the symbolism behind it I felt the first part was fitting as well, he matured that day and his daemon is a symbol of his lesson in humility. The name Iso is said to mean "beach, seashore". Robin's daemon was a black cat from almost the start. It feel very fitting for her. I gave him the name Rodney because it's close to Robin, some people tend to give their children's daemon a name as close to the child's.