#spa dead sea

[eikonslay]

nobody cares about this but i'm just thinking about yesha having to dive deep into the saltery in the loch seld??? high salt content in the water means that you're extra buoyant in it and it's harder to like, dive into it. soroban's blessing really came in handy... but thancred had to dive into it as well without soroban's blessing. no wonder he found it a very unpleasant experience.

anyway, i am also thinking about how yesha had to keep her eyes open in such salty ass waters... it dried her out like a prune for sure

[miyin2]

Ruta 32 Día 8: De camino al Mar Muerto

Al despertar nos fuimos a desayunar en el hotel cuyo desayuno estaba incluido en la reserva. Al terminar el desayuno, bajé a la calle y me encontré con un amigable burrito que se acercó a mi para que lo acariciara. Era bastante curiosos, se mantuvo a mi lado un buen rato, moviendo sus largas orejas. El curiosos burrito Acariciando al burrito El plan para el día era visitar la Reserva de la…

[jontycrane]

The Red Sea and the Dead Sea

Jordan’s two seas couldn’t be more different. One is full of life and ships with the country’s only port, the other is almost completely devoid of life and the only boats belong to the military. Also only one of them is actually a sea… Jordan’s gateway to the Red Sea is the town of Aqaba, a popular holiday spot for access to the sea, and it has a reputation as a buzzy place. I stopped there for…

[avixenk]

My John "Soap" MacTavish headcanons because I love this man

• Biter. Not in a sexy way. Can, has, and will bite your fingers off. Terrorist interrogators beware

• Motherfucker growls

• You can pry ADHD Soap out of my cold dead hands

• "LT" is more of an affectionate nickname than an acknowledgement of rank. You can pry "LT" out of his cold dead hands. Deal with it Ghost

• His hometown is on one of the Scottish Isles you'd have to take a ferry to get to.

- OWNS HAS A WHOLE HOUSE, NOT A FLAT. Pays someone to clean the dust.

• Surfs in the freezing cold Scottish seas

• Loves the water, wishes they could have more missions at sea. If he had to die on the job and he could choose how, he'd want to drown. Be part of the sea forevermore

• Joined the army and SAS underage. Secretly proud of it; he was already the youngest to pass selection, but he might forever be the youngest because he lied about his age.

• Idk if he could irl but he'd rip off the United Kingdom patch on his vest and put on a Scottish one whenever he could.

• Chemistry degree (and engineering?)

• Gym rat. Even more than Ghost

• Keeps his muscles stretched doing yoga

• Room looks like a unicorn threw up in it. Drawings and color everywhere. Idk if it would be allowed irl but I am giving this man a drawing tablet

• Has two older sisters and so knows a lot about, and uses, skincare. Goes to spas with one or both his sisters. Criticizes Ghost's eye black for clogging the man's pores

- toxic masculinity fucking who?

• The baby of the family. The youngest sibling and the youngest cousin

• Knows he's hot as shit and dresses appropriately. Favorite item is a cropped jacket. Little bit of a fashionista

• Has invented 22 kinds of bombs/explosives. 2 of them are now standard military explosives. He handles all explosive material on base; receives shipments, sorts it, and stores it. Even receives raw material for more experimentation. He's an actual inventor

• Motorcycle

• Is just as good as Ghost with solos, goes on solos as often as he does. Forced into the lone wolf style, unlike Ghost who chose it. Old squad/s would mute him for "being annoying" and he'd be on his own. When they realized he had great survivability alone they sent him on more and more solos. This information upsets Ghost greatly; he knows Soap is the very opposite of a lone wolf.

• Needs. His. Morning. Coffee.

• As nice as them retiring in fics is, Soap wouldn't actually do that. He's made the army his career, and he has career goals. He wants to make captain (although seeing how much paperwork Price has to deal with makes him slightly less enthusiastic about it). He's either going to age out of the military or get KIA'd.

- He would love to stay in the 141 forever, they're the best team he's ever had, will probably ever have. He doesn't want to go back to the abuse of before.

- He hopes making lieutenant at least means he'll be able to go with Ghost on his solos (he hates Ghost going solo) or at least finally privy to the details.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Monza - Charles Leclerc

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5 years. 5 whole ass years since Charles had first won Monza and set the entirety of Italy ablaze. And on the exact 5 year anniversary of winning Spa all the way back in 2019, he was on track to do it again. 

He had one lap left, his tyres dead and degraded, but the McLaren's of Oscar and Lando too far off with not enough time to catch him. It was the slowest lap of your life as you hoped the tyres didn't give out and ruin the hopes. 

Just as you blinked, Charles was over the finish line. He had won Monza. Again. And, just like he would say in his interview, it was just as good this time as it was the first time. There was nothing quite like the scream of the Tifosi and the Ferrari team, the pure joy rushing through your veins at the achievement. 

It had been a damn hard season, that was for sure. It had started well, tumbled down hill with DNFs and no-points finishes, but they had somehow pulled it out of the bag. You couldn't help but be unbelievably proud of Charles as drove into parc ferme. 

Even with all of the shit strategies and just downright awful races that he had had, he never gave up. No matter how many times Ferrari fucked him over, he never gave up. When it seemed like there was nothing left to give, he never gave up. 

And that was something you oh so dearly loved about the man. The resilience and damned stubbornness of the man from Monaco was unparalleled. He was desperate for one thing, and it was that world championship. 

The moments like these proved he could do it, proved he deserved it, proved he still had the fight and the heart to get what he wanted. Now, looking at him on the podium, the sun shining down on him as he savoured the sounds of the Monegasque and Italian anthems, while the adoring fans and team sang it back, ignited feelings you didn't know possible. 

Plus, the smile on Charles' face was incomparable to anything else. That was the look of complete joy. He had won the two most important races of the year, and he had done it expertly.

There was no one else who deserved that win more than Charles did, and no one else you would've wanted to see up there. It was just what he needed to give his confidence a little boost after such a long streak of disappointment and upset for him. 

It felt like deja vu, like you had been transported back to September 8th, 2019. The sea of scarlet all around the Monza track was still the single most beautiful sight in the world, and it would never ever get old. There was nothing quite like the glee of the Tifosi. 

There was no fanbase more loyal, or more devoted to the cause, and nothing quite had the classic charm of the Scuderia. In the wise words of Enzo Ferrari 'Ask a child to draw a car, and certainly he will draw it red.' All of those fans, dedicated and unwavering in their support, all from different walks of life and different aspirations, hoped, dreams. All once children who would draw the car red. 

But, there is, was, and always will be one common factor. They sang the praises of the Prancing Horse like a prayer, all united by adoration for the classic Italian brand. Yet, it's more than that. Ferrari was always more than that. 

Ferrari isn't just a car, nor a person, nor a brand. Ferrari is something that means so much, to so many. Generations upon generations of families hooked on the look of the spasms of red in the crowd, the roar of the engine, the best drivers in the best cars. 

And Charles was one of them. Charles was one of the best. Charles is one of the best. He may not have the championships of Lewis, or the records of Max. He may have the most pole positions without a world championship under his belt. He may not currently have the quali times of Lando or Oscar. 

But what he does have matters more than any of that. Charles is Ferrari, Ferrari is Charles. It felt as if there is no one without the other, and seeing him on that podium while the crowds roared for him cemented that idea. 

Even with all of the downs, there were ups. And the euphoria of getting to see it cancelled it all out. He'd always preached Forza Ferrari, and he always would. 

A/N - Forza Ferrari. Forza Charles Leclerc. Sempre.

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[tmwcs]

“Child of the Sea”

A Drabble from the Mermaids Tale series, and dedicated to @hoonieshoney, my little Siren (if yk…then yk.) you did wonderful in your latest Drabble, so take this since you inspired this piece. Enjoy heedam 😈

Warnings: non con smut, dub-con, submissive reader, hesitation, cursing, unprotected smut in detail, breeding kink, baby trapping, unwanted pregnancy l, reader forced into getting pregnant, a slightly whiny Heeseung, this is based of the MT series so it may be confusing unless you’ve read the entire series (which is completed btw). Enjoy.

“Can you hear the ocean, baby?”

His voice submits you into a quivering quake of anticipation and fear. Yet there was something pleasing to the sense of danger in the arousal that forms inside, and he knows it. He creates it and makes you desire more, no matter how hard you try to fight against him.

“Tell me you can hear it.” He gently coos you as he rings his fingers and pushes back the strands of your hair aside, admiring your natural yet extraordinary features. Blessed as the descendant of Poseidon, your turquoise eyes glitter like the jewel itself, while your raving burgundy hair compliments the dark red lips. While many would initially mistake the colors of your DNA for colored contacts and hair dye, they would all drop dead upon finding out that it was all a reflection of your ancestors godly genealogy traits. “My beautiful siren. Sing for me, won’t you baby?”

You both lay facing each other. You didn’t have a choice, since he captured and held you against your will months ago, he’s forced you to sync with his schedule. Due to your recent good behavior, he clipped the chains and allowed you a certain amount of freedom in the room, even when he would be in the next one handling some business. However, no matter how much little freedom he permitted, you would never be allowed out of his grasp or sight. Rule of thumb was for you to remain within one hundred feet at all times, breaking that crucial rule resulted in you being locked away in the underground spa that he had costumed built, where the entire pool was surrounded by a smooth wall that caved the water in, similar to a well. The water came straight from the sea, and only a narrow stoop leading to the front door, escalating out of the shallow end allowed him to stand and watch you during his visits. The last time he had you locked in, forcing your transformation, he kept you as his pet and enjoyed keeping you in secrecy for nearly a whole month. The pool was deep. Below the surface, into the deeper end, the wall transition from brick stone to glass, where he could watch you from the other side in the underground chambers of a luxurious bedroom. Everytime you’d dive down and lurk to the bottom, you could see him sitting in a grand velvet chair, sipping in a glass of wine with his legs loosely crossed as he watched you in awe. How beautiful and magical did you look with your mermaid tail flowing behind.

Sometimes, he’d come up to the glass and press his palm flat against it, beckoning you to come up and flush your own with his. You knew better than to not come up when you’d hear the tapping of his fingers; disobeying him led to other punishments that were far too brutal. So even as much as you hated being treated as his little guppie in the wide aquarium, you had to pick your battles wisely.

All the more reason why you displayed your good girl behavior. You didn’t really realize that it was all part of his tactic in training you to become obedient, and respect the rules he set forth, all so he can keep you isolated and only where he can have you. Initially you behaved as part of a ploy to plot your escape, but day after day you found yourself becoming complacent, never finding the right moment to strike. You’ve attempted to use the Sirens Edge, yet he was far more immune to it than you expected. All thanks to his Adam traits mixed with the Siren DNA from the early ancestors of the clan. You hated to admit it, and still haven’t bend enough to fully do so, but little by little, you’ve come to accept your fate right this man in knowing that you’ll never escape and he’ll always keep you. The worst part? Someday you were going to be forced to bear him sons…all of which will continue the long pure lines of tradition in enhancing the longevity of the Clan of Adam.

Still, despite harboring such hatred and disgust towards him, his gentler and loving moments somewhat appealed to you. That was, after all, the whole reason why you were here. The reason why he caught and kept you. Punishing and training you…it was all because he loved you. Too much…

You hum a tune as he lays closely, his nose touching yours. He joins in as he recognizes the tune of your favorite song and incorporates the lyrics. “Sing either me baby.” Compelled to obey, you softly sing the lyrics. The mesh of both your voices combine a beautiful and harmonious sound that would put the entire world into a state of hypnotic slavery, for the women would abide by his demands under his serenade spell, and the men under yours.

The both of you continue to sing, and that’s when you notice his hands roaming. Please…not again.

“Keep singing.” He speaks against your skin darkly. You had to give it to him, he was devastatingly handsome and the alluring sense of his features only grew more wild as his eyes became darker and more dangerous. They nearly glowed purple, contrasting against your beautiful turquoise gems as he grips a fistful of hair on the back of your head. He pushes you flat against the bed, pressing his lips against yours. It was hard and abrasive, yet the beat of his passion weakened you. It was so contradicting how much you hated and enjoyed the feeling he made you experience.

During the kiss, he grabs on to your bicep and further pins you down, nearly digging you into the satin mattress. His free hand swipes up, riding along your inner thigh and it too, is pinned down against the sheets. He spreads you wide open, preparing you into prime position for him to plow into you, just as always.

Already half nude, he takes advantage of your full nudity as he unzips his trousers and whips out his member offensively. He was past the stage of sensuality and compassion, this was a night of lovemaking through the pure and shameful act of him fucking you into oblivion.

He was long, hard, and entirely too thick. Just looking at it reminded you of the painful sting you were subjected to during the first time, and the second, even the third. Hell, you can’t count how many times he’s taken you, all you know was that there was pain.

“Pl-please! Be gentle…your hurt me badly the last time.” You plead as you raise your hand and palm against his abdomen, gently pressing against it as he leans down and hovers above your frame. “But you ended up loving it, didn’t you?” He teases as he nibbles on your bottom lip.

You shake your head in denial, but he knew. He knew that with the pain, comes great pleasure. “N-no…” you murmured. He ignored your pitiful yelp and kisses you. Taking your hand in his, he drags it against the lean lines of his abdominal muscles and forced you to grab hold of his shaft, ensuring that every single one of your fingers are delicately wrapped around the circumference. All doing so without ever breaking the passionate kiss you enveloped you.

How cruel it was for him to make you feel it, especially since he enforced you to keep hold while he begins to plunge in. “Agh! No! No!” You moan out as the familiar sting bites you. “Shh…yes baby.”

Inch by inch, he slides in. You feel the length of his shaft growing shorter within your palm as he fills you; the strength of its form slipped away from your grasp only to be gripped by another part of you. Your inner muscles clench around his thickness, which sent your mind out of this world as you feel the form of his muscle twitch in response. You felt so good. Too good. The moment he felt your slick muscles clench, his head flings back and exposes his entire throat above you. It became the only view in your sight as you lay under him, forced to watch as he gulps out a moan and groans towards the ceiling while he goes further and further in. “Oh fuck…” he growls out as you squirm and shift, brows furrowed in to an expression of fear, worry, and pain. “Please…it’s too much…”

“Don’t worry baby…I’m going to take care of it in a second. Keep singing.” He winces his eyes shut for only a second before he lowers his head back down and stares into your eyes. “Give me many sons.”

You shake your head negatively as the remaining inch of him sinks into you. His balls kissing your skin as it mashes against your taint. “Please…too soon. I-I cant—“

“You can, and you will.” Was all he relayed before he starts his violent thrusts. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to make love, he was in the mood to breed…to mate. To make you carry a part of him and bring it to the world. He wanted to cum, to mix your bloodline with his. “Come on baby, turn me into a daddy. Let daddy’s dick make you into a mommy.”

You scream as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. Your hands fling around as you attempt to escape from under him, only for him to slap them away. But you were relentless, and continued to try and push him away. “Fucking hold still you little—“

He grits his words in slight annoyance as he pauses his thrusts and grabs on to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he takes his other hand and loops it around your upper thigh and pins it against your chest. Now he had more leverage to stroke his cock inside you more openly, and he did.

“Fuck…you feel even better like this.” He words out as he slams into you. The smooth length of his shaft squelches and squeezes its way in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping into you started to work its magic and sent you into a delirious whirlwind of tingled pleasure.

“Oh my God!” You pant out as you gasp for air. He rests your thigh on his bicep to maintain the levitation of its position while his fingers creep up and gently caress your cheek. “Yeah? Fuck baby…just like that.” Through the ferocity of his act, he pants and groans out his words just as you did. While his lower half becomes more brutal, his lips and hands weee compassionate and sympathetic. There was that gentler tone of him that was lacking earlier. While he was continuously plunging in, he warmed your cheeks with the smooth swipe of his thumb as he wiped away the subtle tears that emerged from your gorgeous eyes.

“Fuck y/n—“ he pants out once more as he pauses to prop his weight on the balls of his kneecaps. Looping his arms around your kier back, he intertwined his fingers as they rest right above your derrière, elevating it off the bed, turning you into a human pendulum. he continued his unlawful movements as gravity takes effect and forces your shoulder blades to sink into the bed as he raises your pelvis higher against his abdomen. “Pleaese-please-please-please—“ you gasp out violently in sync with his thrusts, hoping he would slow down. Instead, he goes harder, faster, and deeper, digging into soft tissue as he penetrates deep into the abyss of your womb as he strikes in and out, tapping that soft spot that causes you to leak onto his shaft, permitting him to slide in and out effortlessly.

He takes a hand and moves it against the center of your chest, smoothing it all the way up against your throat, and under your chin. His thumb reaches up and makes its way into your mouth. You yell out your moans as the image of him using only one arm bridging under your rear and stabilizing your lower frame to fuck into you caused you to grow dizzy. He was strong. So strong.

The sound of skin meshing together with the sticky juices thickening as a result of the constant thrust made you gasp even more. It synchronized with the tempo of his thrusts and you could barely catch your breath. He was not far behind. With his tenacity in going deeper, the obsession of tasting the internal side of you, it was all enough to make his heart stop beating. “Y/n…my beautiful siren.” The last bit came out slightly whiny as his cock twitches violently. You could feel it.

“W-wait! Heeeeung!”

He was close, you could tell. As much as you were forced to enjoy this, and you did, the question of whether you were ready for motherhood became absolute in the sense that you weren’t ready. You can’t, not yet. Because the moment you do become pregnant with this man’s child, that means you won’t be able to escape…ever.

“Please…not-not inside!” You moan out, once again palming his lower abdominal muscles, a pitiful attempt in pushing him away. But it was no use. The second he cupped your own hand and held it in place as his thrusts increased in pace and became sloppy, the loud grunts coming from his mouth matched the momentum of his hips as he kept going in and out.

In and out.

In and…

“Heeseung stop! I can’t be a mother! Please!”

Ignoring your pleading, he takes his thrusts deeper as he shoots his cum deep inside. His head flings back once more, mouth wide open as he faces the ceiling and gulps out a growl as his hand slowly smooths over your mouth to cover your scream. “T-take it…fucking get pregnant.” He stutters as every single muscle on his body twitches while he releases his entire orgasm inside you. His eyes remained closed as he locates your tongue and feeds his fingers into your mouth, rubbing the inside of your cheek as he forces you to suck on them. You hiccup a few sobs as you look down and see him planted deep inside you, still pumping his seeds into your womb. “Y-you…you really tried this time…didn’t you?” You wailed as you quietly sobbed, fearing that he achieved his goal. “U-uh huh….” He lazily tuned out with his face still flushed with the ceiling, leaving only the view of his Adam’s Apple in sight for you to view as you watched it bob up and down when he responded.

Sure, he had never pulled out the other times, but he never railed into you as vigorously like he did tonight. Sighing out a deep breath, he finally lowers his head once more and lays on top of you, mashing his sweaty chest against your breasts. Choking out a chuckle, his fingers, coated in your saliva, trace lines along your face. Smirking, he darkly whispers against your lips…

“Now you’re never going to be able to escape from me.”

He was right. You’re never going to be able to leave, even if you had the chance to get to the sea, you won’t be able to find it within your heart to abandon the child he’s left inside you just now. From here on out, you were no longer a descendant of Poseidon…you were now a mother a part of the clan. Mother of an Adam.

Authors note: take that! 😈

[namism]

hii!

is it okay if i request zoro x immortal gn reader? like they're an immortal that wants to die so they beg him to try to kill them?

immortal heart | roronoa zoro

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader, post-thriller bark arc

➳ word count: 2.3k

➳ summary: Roronoa Zoro aspires to be the World's Greatest Swordsman, but he has to fight many enemies and defeat the current greatest to achieve such a title. Besides those things, is there anything else that he has to do? He doesn't think there is any until he's presented with an unusual challenge: to kill a dangerous immortal without his knowledge.

➳ notes: spa island was the island the straw hats visited for a filler arc. thanks for the request anon! 🧡

➳ cross-posted on ao3

Zoro hears the rustling of leaves.

In the dense dark woods, he can make out a shadowy figure meandering through the boreal trees, twisting and turning to avoid making any noise—but Zoro is observant when he puts his mind to it, so he does just that, going as far as to ignoring the temptation of the unopened bottle of sake in front of him.

Suddenly, the shadow disappears. Zoro decides to ignore it and enjoy his sake.

The next day, the Straw Hats arrive at Spa Island, a resort built on top of a ship that drifts in the sea. His mates have changed out of their regular clothes into swimwear, but Zoro refuses to leave his swords unattended, so he dresses himself in a white tank top and green shorts before setting foot on the resort.

Having decided against dipping into the swimming pool with Franky, boredom creeps into Zoro's mind the more he wanders about the unusual island. He tries to find something to entertain himself with, but nothing comes to mind.

That is, until the News Coo arrives.

Zoro seizes the newspaper that lands on top of his head, grunting at the gull that flies past him speedily. He stops dead in his tracks and opens the newspaper.

A wanted poster falls out.

Zoro picks it up from the ground.

'WANTED. ONLY DEAD: (Y/N).'

His eyes widen at your bounty.

'B 540,000,000.'

A bitter taste settles in his mouth. Your bounty is dangerously higher than his, which makes Zoro wonder what you could have possibly done to the Marines for them to give you such a number. He himself stood face-to-face with two Warlords at Thriller Bark, yet his bounty stays at 120 million berries. A number as huge as yours is an impressive nightmare.

He places your poster back inside the newspaper and tucks it in his armpit. Making his way to the restobar, he decides to meet up with Luffy in an attempt to find something more worthwhile to invest his time and effort in.

By the time the sun goes down, Zoro still has nothing better to do apart from drinking.

Luffy is beside him, stuffing his mouth with meat like a starved man, while the rest of the crew are hanging out by the open tent, individually sipping on their piña colada's and drinks that Sanji (for some odd reason) served them. When Zoro is spent on his drink, he decides to explore the resort after being warned by Chopper multiple times to be careful of his surroundings.

He snickers. It's just a resort, he thought to himself smugly.

He walks a great distance away from the restobar, scanning the giant swimming pools and waterslides at the park. The guests have wind down and the numbers have dwindled, leaving only staff and stubborn guests wandering about. Zoro figures he's one of those people, but he doesn't care and continues with his stroll.

Once the sun is out and the moon shines near midnight, Zoro is successfully lost in some part of the island resort with no clue of how to get back to where he came. He looks to his right, to his left, and curses himself bashfully when he realizes that he cannot decipher which way is which.

Ashamed, Zoro continues walking until he reaches the end of the island, overlooking the sea.

He relaxes at the sight, taking in the view.

Then he hears it again.

The rustling of leaves.

He whips his head to the direction of the sound and clutches the handles of his swords. A gust of wind blows past him and the rustling gets louder. It's almost eerie, but Zoro doesn't get scared easily. No, he isn't frightened.

So when he's ambushed by someone to his right, he blocks the hits successfully.

He doesn't struggle, but he's close. Adept with a sword, you advance forward in an attempt to topple him over, but Zoro has the upper hand with his two other swords supporting his strength. He resists your attacks and dodges your advances gracefully, looking for a way to defeat you through combat—but you resist with equal force, the inner flow of your energy imbuing the blade of your sword from the tip to its hilt. Zoro swings his sword across your chest, but you veer out of the way and angle your blade to block another hit.

To your misery, his third blade digs into your skin, deep enough to leave a wound past its outermost layer.

Your breath hitches, and your stomach turns.

Zoro pushes you to the ground, his blade centimeters deep, but you helplessly squirm in his grasp. He wraps his fingers around your throat and observes you intently, a stranger to your being but seemingly familiar with your face. You wriggle underneath him, but he tightens the chokehold.

That's right—you're the wanted pirate on the poster he found earlier, tucked in between the pages of today's newspaper. Your photo was an illustration, but it was badly drawn, almost like a century-old sketch with lazy coloring that rendered you unrecognizable. Now that he has a good look at your face, Zoro can confirm that it's really you.

At that second, Zoro wants to finish you off quickly so that he can regroup with his crew and they can leave the island as soon as they came. While he doesn't know what you do and what you came for, Zoro surmises that you're dangerous, a threat to him and his crew with your large bounty. Now that he has you restrained underneath him, he's bound to not let go.

However, in the split second he thinks to himself, a faint memory hammers in his head, one that he encountered not long ago.

"This place is a historian's nightmare," said Robin as she walked past the group, striding down the hallway of the Thriller Bark ship. She stood in front of a painting that hung on the wall, dusty and long forgotten, and ran her fingertips across the gold frame that enclosed the relic.

Zoro looked at the walls as he walked. He wasn't a fan, but a select few depicted dramatic movements and action, rich details and intricate poses of warriors in battle that piqued his interest. He walked ahead of his crew as he observed, passing Robin, who was deeply entranced by an old portrait of a figure—a young adult, not much older than Zoro himself, dressed in obsolete clothing that dated back to at least a thousand years ago.

When Zoro looks back at you, he catches a glint in your eyes that swirl with a bountiful of emotions—fright, desperation, and aggravation. Yet the corners of your lips twitch upward slightly, a subtle motion that he would have otherwise missed if only he wasn't attentive.

Suddenly, Zoro eases the force on your neck. He withdraws his blade, allowing the blood to drip down your skin and pool on the ground.

The twinkle in your eyes disappears just as fast.

Still holding you, Zoro demands, "You don't want to die, do you?"

"I don't!" You kick your feet desperately. "Let me go or I'll kill you and your crew! Let me go!"

His grip loosens on your neck.

In a bat of an eye, he pushes you to the ground and your head makes contact with the cold concrete. Afterward, he rises to his feet.

"Liar," he spits, watching you choke as you regain your breathing. "What are you here for?"

You cough on air, unresponsive. He watches you with a hard gaze.

Zoro has been in countless battles all his life—it's no question as the retired pirate hunter of the East Blue and the swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates. In that regard, he can read his opponent expertly, seeing through their intentions and the inner workings of their minds akin to reading a book. The moment he looked at you, he recognized the emotions that smothered your face all too well, but something about the way you present them are baffling, unexpected.

The shine in your eyes was different. It was nothing he had ever seen before in battle, not even in the irises of his weakest enemy.

Zoro realizes that you're not desperate to live.

You're desperate to die.

"Answer me," he growls.

"I-I thought"—you cough—"I thought you were going to kill me..."

"I wasn't."

"But why? What stopped you, swordsman? Are you too feeble to kill another?!"

Zoro withdraws his blades into their scabbards. He notices the surprise in your eyes, the kind of emotion that shows disappointment. Your fright is gone, leaving only sadness to consume you.

"I don't kill without proper reason," he says. You glare at him. You're breaking character. "What are you here for?"

"I'm going to kill you," you mutter. Zoro is unfazed. "I'm going to kill you!"

At that very second, you grab your sword and activate your powers, coating the blade with the energy of your Haki. Zoro retaliates, but he resists your attacks eventually, careful enough not to hit you too hard.

Your wanted poster flashes in his imagination.

'WANTED. ONLY DEAD: (Y/N). B 540,000,000'

You tilt your sword and attack his side, your coated blade millimeters away from his bare skin. Zoro grits his teeth as he holds his defense.

'ONLY DEAD: (Y/N).'

'ONLY DEAD.'

"The Marines want you dead," he says. "Your bounty is higher than half of the Warlords, but you want to die in my hands. What do you want?!"

He pushes his blade toward you, shoving you far enough to regain his stance.

"A fight!"

You charge at him a second time, lunging forward too quickly that he misses the way you attack him. You lacerate the skin of his biceps with your hardened blade, and he gets a taste of your strength, the type to be expected of the pirate with half a billion berries— but Zoro refuses to go down with a pathetic injury, so he endures your advances and fights you off agitatedly.

As if in slow-motion, he swings his blade aggressively to your chest.

To his surprise, you move toward it, meeting the blade with your skin, the area closest to your heart.

His eyes grow large when his blade cuts into your body only to ricochet back into his hand, his attack backfiring as the force blows him away.

Zoro lands a few meters away from you upon impact, his swords thankfully still in his hands. He winces in pain, but he recovers immediately and lifts his head to look at you.

You drop your sword to the ground. You're bleeding terribly. Blood oozes from the area which the swordsman had cut, and it continues to pour down your body nonstop, slowly creating a pool of red liquid beneath your feet. Holding onto your chest, you walk toward the edge of the island.

"Now we wait," you mumble.

Zoro stands back up and charges toward you, but he forgoes his blades and instead grabs your wrist. He spins you around and pulls you away from the ledge, eventually throwing you to the ground once more.

Yet you lay there, unbothered, until you help yourself back up on your feet, completely ignoring the blood dripping down your body... like it's not painful at all.

Zoro watches in horror as you collect yourself in front of him, standing a few meters away with exhausted hooded eyes trained on the ground.

"Well," you say to yourself, "I'm still alive."

You look up from the ground and stare at the swordsman in front of you.

"Even if I had begged, it still wouldn't have made a difference."

You fall to your knees.

"Unless... I try..." you whisper. You crawl closer to Zoro, who backs away with every step you take closer to him. "Roronoa Zoro, is it? The swordsman of the Straw Hats, the man who faced three different Warlords in the past months?"

With quivering lips, you stretch your hands out to him.

"You're... you're strong. I know that you are. You may not be as wanted now, but the New World awaits your kind."

"Keep your distance," he orders.

You ignore him.

"I have to ask a favor." You crawl to his feet hastily, gripping his legs. His jaw falls ajar. "Kill me. Please, just kill me. Do anything in your power to make sure that I don't leave here alive."

He gulps. Zoro tries to wrest his legs free from your hands, but you don't let go of him.

"Please!" You cry. "You want to be the world's greatest swordsman, don't you? Why not put yourself up for the challenge and kill an immortal?"

Looking up at the sky, lightning strikes past the clouds as thunder erupts in your vast surroundings, defeating the sound of waves that crash on the island ship's foundation. Zoro stares at you. He shakes his head in confusion.

"Immortal?" he repeats aloud.

He looks down at your bloodstained garments. You have lost a lot of blood, but you remain strong and standing, almost as if you were never injured to begin with.

"I can't feel pain," you whisper. "I tried to fight you, but I couldn't get you to kill me unless I forced myself at the tip of your blades. I had to act. I had to pretend to be hurt."

You clench his hands in yours.

"Please," you cry, "please help me."

Zoro keeps quiet, gathering his thoughts for a second.

Your bounty, your wanted poster, your questionable strength, the portrait back in Thriller Bark dating over a millennium ago—everything begins to dawn on him at that very moment. Zoro's eyes go wide as he realizes the weight of the circumstances, and for the first time in his life, he feels a chill run down his spine.

"Roronoa Zoro, please save me."

He purses his lips together.

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro makes up his mind.

"Stand up. I'm bringing you somewhere."

-

thanks for reading! if anyone would like to continue this story/write their own take to the prompt, i would be happy to read it! i found the prompt easy to interpret at first, but i soon had trouble with it due to the concept of immortality (e.g. do immortal beings feel pain/get injured? do they have regenerative abilities? if they don't, do they just live on with damaged organs until they stop working? in that case, wouldn't immortal beings be capable of dying?) even the universe of one piece hasn't given much depth to this concept yet, so if you want to put your own twist to it, please be my guest :)

p.s., the ending was meant to hint at zoro bringing the reader over to luffy and crew (because the reader may have lived to witness the void century, hence the bounty), but you can interpret it whichever way you want.

[starrlikesbooks]

Behold! The books I'm most excited to get to read in 2025!

Check for links and details under the cut!

Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire is the newest Wayward Children book! This one takes place in a Drowned World, with giant turtles.

I Am Made of Death by Kelly Andrews is a horror romance starring the signing interpreter of a selective mute who is also an heiress! I loved Andrews' last book, which hd lush folk horror vibes, and this one has a gorgeous cover and involves curses and a spiritual exorcism, so I'm IN.

Love Points to You by Alice Lin is about someone making a dating sim! And the MC being hired as character designer. This is an Asian-led sapphic romance, and as a dating sim fan, I'm super pumped.

They Bloom at Night by Trang Thanh Tran is a horror novel full of mutated monsters, and a cult-ish submerged town where the MC and her mother are stuck, where the people believe their dead family have reincarnated as sea monsters. The summary also heavily implies the MC has monstrous qualities.

What Wakes the Bells by Elle Tesch involves malevolent souls trapped in bells and fighting gargoyles! This sounds like an exciting fantasy world with a really fun adventure.

I Am the Swarm by Hayley Chewins is a trauma-centric horror with a magical bloodline and the power/curse of summoning insects. This one really leans into female rage, and I'm really interested in the magic.

Holy Terrors by Margaret Owen is the third (and I think final!) book in the Little Thieves series! Fairytale-retelling fantasy with a snarky, morally gray, damaged MC (whom I love)

Roll for Love by M.K. England is one of my favorite kinds of books coming out lately- a D&D based romance! This one involves a new campaign & roleplaying group after a big move, and a no-dating rule giving some tension.

The Summer I Ate the Rich by Maika Moulite & Maritza Moulite is Haitian-American Hannibal story! It's also a zombie story.

The Floating World by Axie Oh was pitched as an amnesiac sword-for-hire teaming up with a theatre troupe performer with mysterious powers, and I don't need to know any more than that!

Don't Let Me Go by Kevin Christopher Snipes is Snipes' second book- and I was absolutely gut punched by the queer tenderness and mental revelations of his first book. This one will also break me, as it's about two boys trapped in a reincarnation cycle.

And They Were Roommates by Page Powars should need no further explanation than the title!! But in case it's not- this is an MLM story of a stealth trans boy coming to a new school, where- unbeknownst to the roommate- he's roomed with his former, pre-transition fling.

Nobody in Particular by Sophie Gonzales is a royalty romance at a boarding school, and it's sapphic! This has a disgraced princess falling for the new girl pianist 😍 As a big believer in Gonzales, I am lined up.

The Listeners by Maggie Stiefvater is not my normal kind of read! This is historical fiction, taking place at a hotel/spa in the 1940s- but Stiefvater wrote one of my favorite series, The Rave Boys (and The Dreamer Trilogy!), and she'd super excited about it, so I'm just looking forward to seeing her spectacular writing coming at a new angle.

Love Misha by Jam Aden has been on my list for a LONG TIME. Why? Because it's promoted as A Goofy Movie meets Spirited Away with a nonbinary main character. SAY NO MORE.

If We Survive This by Racquel Marie is a apoclaypse survival horror. Lesbian zombie stories are surprisingly not that hard t find right now, but I'm definitely interested in seeing more of them!

Predatory Natures by Amy Goldsmith has one of my favorite things- TRAIN SETTINGS. The MC is working on a luxury train during her gap year, but the trip is derailed by the arrival of a mysterious greenhouse and a pair of odd, enigmatic siblings. This is fantasy horror.

Evil-ish by Kennedy Tarrell is about disillusioned teen trying to become a supervillain. I love supervillain fiction, and this one sounds really fun and with surprising characters!

Villain by Natalie Zina Walschots is the very longwaited (for me, at least) sequel to the wonderful villain-led, radicalization story Hench. I'm so looking forward to seeing Anna as a full supervillain!

Mistress of Bones by Maria Z. Medina stars a necromancer trying to resurrect her sister, and getting caught in a game of cat and mouse with the Emissary of Death. This one sounds really magical.

Hollow by Taylor Grothe is YA horror with an autistic (and trying to deny her diagnosis) teen in Upstate New York. I, personally, seeing book in Upstate NY and love autism rep, and this is queer!

The Cuffing Game by Lyla Lee has one of my favorite fluffy queer romanc writers tacking reality show romance by the way of Pride & Prejudice! There's also (no surprise) going to be K-drama vibes.

For No Mortal Man by Keshe Chow stars a girl who can resurrect herself, traveling the Underworld to find her grandmother, and being haunted by a former betrayer.

We Were Never Here by Sophie Hannan is a heist story! This is about ghost hunters being blackmailed to do a heist, stealing a haunted painting. I love weird heists, I really do.

You Weren't Meant to Be Human by Andrew Joseph White is probably my most anticipated release of 2025! I love AJW's autistic, trans horror, and this one has aliens and pregnancy horror. I see no way this won't be weird as hell, and therefore no way this isn't gonna be amazing.

[mo-racca]

Predictions for Percy Jackson S2

So season 1 used chapter titles for the episode titles and it got me thinking about which SOM chapter titles will be used for season 2 and how the book will be split up over 8 episodes.

I'm gonna run on the assumption that the success of season 1 will mean more budget for season 2, including having episodes that are all at least an hour long.

Spoiler warning for Sea of Monsters (the book). Predictions are under the cut.

Episode 1: I Play Dodgeball With Cannibals

Comprising Chapters 1-3

Episode opens with Grover being chased by Polyphemus. He runs into a bridal boutique and dons a dress. Polyphemus shadow looms over him as he turns to look directly in the camera and says "Percy, you have to help me." Percy then suddenly awakes from the dream.

We'll then get our introduction to Tyson. Probably via him and Percy walking to school together. First class is gym!

Dodgeball match plays out more or less like the books.

Annabeth hails the Gray Sisters taxi & they ride to CHB.

Episode ends with them arriving a the bottom of the hill and staring on in horror as they witness mechanical bulls wreaking havoc.

Episode 2: Tyson Plays With Fire

Comprising Chapters 4-7

Opens back up to the horrified faces of Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson seeing the mechanical bulls. The fght with the bulls then plays out similarly to the books, including the Tyson is a cyclops reveal.

Tantalus is introduced & and announces the chariot races.

First chariot races occurs with the birds attacking. I genuinenly hope they "defeat" them in the same way as the books where they play Chiron's shitty music, but I'm not 100% they'll go that route.

Clarisse is chosen for the Golden Fleece quest. Percy is upset. I think they might slightly change this and have him choose to run off on his own to save Grover, and once he's on the beach, he runs into Hermes.

Episode ends with Hermes giving Percy the gifts, Annabeth and Tyson running over. And then the camera pans out to a cruise ship out in the distance (The Princess Andromeda!)

Episode 3: I Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever

Comprising Chapters 8-9

I think this episode will open with a flashback to Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia during their time with the Brooklyn cyclops. Probably not much will be revealed beyond Annabeth being young and scared and we won't see what it is that she's scared off.

Cut to the present: Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson are already on the ship. Probs some exposition dialouge about the name of the ship and "Why did Hermes want us to board this ship?"

We'll end up having the confrontation with Luke more or less how it happens in the book. Might have a couple more Annabeth flashbacks thrown in as well, but we don't ever see what she's running from.

Ends with them escaping on the emergency raft.

Episode 4: Clarisse Blows Up Everything

Comprising Chapters 10-11

Opens with them on the raft, probably talking or something, when suddenly a raucous noise draws their attention to Clarisse's ship.

The Charybidis & Scylla fight plays out more or less like the books except literally no one is sad about confederate ghosts dying (redying???)

I imagine we'll have some concurrent Grover and Polyphemus storyline throughout this episode.

Ends with everything being blown up and Percy believing Tyson is dead.

Episode 5: We Check into C.C.'s Spa and Resort

Comprising Chapter 12

Opens with Annabeth and Percy washed up on the shores of Circe's Island.

In the books, I'm pretty sure the island has an enchantment that is part of the reason they don't realize something is up right away and I would love for them to keep that for the show.

Percy's half of the story will play out similarly to the books with the guinea pig stuff.

We'll also get to see what Annabeth is doing on the island. I want it to be clear that she's trying to fight the enchantment, but is struggling (can an athena kid resist the temptation of knowledge?). Her concern for Percy is what helps to pull her out of it ("Where's Percy? What did you do to him?")

Annabeth rescues Percy like in the books with the Multivitamins. They escape to the boat. The escape scene could be drawn out a bit more than it is in the books for ~suspense~

Episode ends with them sailing off.

Episode 6: Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

Comprising Chapter 13

I think this episode will open up with another dream of Grover for Percy, to emphasize that time is running short.

Annabeth tells Percy she wants to hear the sirens.

I envision more Annabeth flashbacks this episode.

Annabeth dives, Percy saves her just like in the book.

They have a heart-to-heart about fatal flaws. Annabeth tells Percy about the Brooklyn cyclops, this is shown through flashback. We finally see what she's been scared of in these flashbacks the whole time. (We get to see baby Annabeth stab a cyclops in the foot bc she's a badass and we deserve to see it)

Episode ends with Polyphemus's Island coming into view and probs some line about "let's go save our friend".

Episode 7: We Meet the Sheep of Doom

Comprising Chapters 14-16

I think we'll open to Grover when Clarisse arrives to the cyclops lair and we'll watch her ruin his bride cover.

Then it switches to Annabeth and Percy on the island surveying the sheep and the fleece. After a moment, Annabeth says she has a plan.

Cut to Percy annoyed and hanging on the underbelly of giant sheep muttering about Annabeth's plan.

I think the ensuing Polyphemus confrontation will be pared down a bit for time, but will still include the initial fight in the cave, escaping across the bridge, and Tyson's triumphant return.

Episode ends with them leaving a wailing Polyphemus on the island.

Episode 8: The Fleece Works It's Magic Too Well

Comprising Chapters 17-20

They arrive on land, parse out Clarisse's prophecy and send her ahead with the fleece.

Luke and his crew show up. This confronation plays out similarly to the books with the IM message. Chiron and the Party Ponies arrive. Depending on their CGI capabilities, it might just be Chiron who arrives. Fighting ensues.

They get back to CHB where they witness Clarisse put the fleece on the tree. All seems to be well.

It's clear that some time has passed now. They do the second chariot race. Percy & Annabeth win. CHEEK KISS.

As they are celebrating, attention is drawn to Thalia's tree (maybe it's like glowing or something). The campers all head towards the tree to see what's up and find a girl lying against it. Her face is hidden. Percy asks her who she is and she looks up and we get to see her face for the first time.

"I am Thalia. Daughter of Zues." Roll credits.

I considered having the Thalia scene be a post-credit moment, but I think it's too important for setting up season 3 to not have as part of the main episode.

A good post-credit scene I think would be like Grover on the phone at Westover Hall and saying something like "All I know is that these two kids are powerful and they're in danger. I could use your help getting them to camp."

Anyways, I'd love to hear people's thoughts!

[tailsbeth-writes]

Welcome back! Hope y'all have enjoyed your little break & feeling refreshed and ready for more ficlets.

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun! 

☀️ This week's prompts are summer holiday/vacation activities ☀️

🍹Drinks at the hotel bar

🏊🏻‍♂️ Swimming in the pool

📚 Reading (probably under a shade)

👀 Skinny dipping in the sea

🧖🏻‍♀️ Spa day

💃🏻 Dancing with the locals

🍴 Trying out the national delicacies

🥾 Walking tour

🥵 Getting sun burn

✈️ Travel Shenanigans

My fandoms: RWRB, Bridgerton, Heartstopper, Young Royals & new addiction; Dead Boy Detectives!

Tag you're it: @run-for-chamo-miles @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @myheartalivewrites @priincebutt @typicalopposite @porcelainmortal @luainthewild @fullerthanskippy @miss-minnelli @emmalostinwonderland @jmagnabo92 & open tag as always! 🫶🏻

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Stats from Movies 1301-1400

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

964 Pinocchio (1991) had the most votes with 925 votes. Screamplay (1984) had the least votes with 269 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) was the most watched film with 66% of voters out of 844 saying they had seen it. Discopathe (2013) had the least "Yes" votes with 0,3% of voters out of 352.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Pet Sematary II (1992) was the least watched film with 70.7% of voters out of 491 saying they hadn’t seen it. Bondage Ecstasy (1989) had the least "No" votes with 5,1% of voters out of 490.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) was the best known film, 3,1% of voters out of 844 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Bondage Ecstasy (1989) was the least known film, 94% of voters out of 470 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Needful Things (1993) The Ninth Gate (1999) Last Radio Call (2022) Mind Body Spirit (2023) Digging Up the Marrow (2014) Howard's Mill (2021) Cold Ground (2017) Wekufe (2016) They're Watching (2016) Archivo 253 (2015)

The Thin Man (2015) Bramayugam (2024) Exhibit A (2007) Z (2019) The City of the Dead (1960) Night of the Eagle (1962) Psycho Gothic Lolita (2010) Incident at Loch Ness (2004) Cannibal Holocaust (1980) The Ninth Configuration (1980)

Home Movie (2008) The Reflecting Skin (1990) Hatchet II (2010) Hatchet III (2013) Victor Crowley (2017) Door in the Woods (2019) The Evil Within (2017) In the Cold of the Night (1990) Alien: Covenant (2017) Dust Devil (1992)

It Came from Beneath the Sea (1955) 964 Pinocchio (1991) The Witches Mountain (1973) Screamplay (1984) Terror Eyes (1989) Maximum Overdrive (1986) Colossus: The Forbin Project Exte: Hair Extensions (2007) Bats (1999) Mirrors (2008)

Old People (2022) Sea Fever (2019) Interview with the Vampire (1994) Gothika (2003) Helter Skelter (2012) One Missed Call (2008) Truth or Dare (2018) The Unholy (2021) Children of the Corn (1984) Feral (2017)

Sweetheart (2019) The Invasion (2007) A.M.I. (2019) Look Away (2018) Fatal Frame (2014) It Lives Inside (2023) The Voices (2014) We Are the Night (2010) The Unborn (2009) Cold Prey (2006)

Cold Prey 2 (2008) Cold Prey III (2010) Death Spa (1988) Cat's Eye (1985) Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed (2004) The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) The Omen (1976) Mondo Weirdo (1990) Bondage Ecstasy (1989) Pet Sematary II (1992)

Amityville 1992: It's About Time Freddy vs. Jason (2003) You'll Never Find Me (2023) The Ranger (2018) Virus (1999) Eternal Blood (2002) Hannibal (2001) Hannibal Rising (2007) God Told Me To (1976) Meet the Applegates (1990)

Discopathe (2013) Evil Ed (1995) Rasen (1998) The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962) Saturday the 14th (1981) Carnosaur 3: Primal Species (1996) Anaconda (1997) Anacondas: The Hunt For The Blood Orchid (2004) The Video Dead (1987) Guinea Pig 2: Flower of Flesh and Blood (1985)

Destroy All Neighbors (2024) Lady Frankenstein (1971) AM1200 (2008) Stigma (1980) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) Shutter (2008) The Whisperer in Darkness (2011) Gaia (2021) Lurking Fear (1994) Them! (1954)

3-Headed Shark Attack (2015)

[stainedglassandpigs]

Some of my head cannons for luffy

-Wavy hair but he rarely lets it get past his shoulders mostly a short shag

-Brook often styles luffy outfits

-He has freckles but not manny just a few big ones

-(I love his little running thing with Hercules beetles I think he loves them most but generally has a fascination with bugs)

-Ppl often make the mistake of thinking sending Robin out to a new island with luffy means everything will be fine but they often have to leave islands early bc of the Kaos the two get into while out together

-Has a tattoo on his back (its the one from the official art where they all have tattoos I just really like that one but I don’t really see luffy having many visible tattoos) ofc he got it after meeting law on the low luffy is a big copy cat

-He had his ears pierced (5 in total. Each side both have the standard done but one side has a singular cartilage done and the other has double) it’s a family thing so Garp, dragon, sabo, and ace all have at least their standard lobb pierced.

-He doesn’t drink much not for any real deep reason, and especially won’t drink Sake with random people, only his crew on rare occasions bc of the significance with his brothers.

-Isn’t a good cleaner but not bc he doesn’t try he’s just genuinely not good. Sanji and him spent so much time in the kitchen together eventually he was a bit above average at helping in the kitchen, everywhere else he’s horrible at

-His rooms is moderately decorate but the area in his room with the most attention is the photo wall area

-The crew hold a spa day once a month (mostly in part bc nami got so tried of the collective lack of care from certain crew mates *camera dramatically pans to zoro and luffy*) when they do nail polish luffy is always matching with someone bc he can never just pick one color

-Big big hugger, don’t even try to run it will only make the hug more intense

-Unibrow king, it naturally thins toward the center but it’s definitely there

-He may not be much of a trinket keeper cause he’s always moving so much from place to place after merry he was more strict with what came in and out of his room but if you give him something he’ll keep it for as long as possible. I know we see that with his straw hat but in other aspects to like you go to put some of his laundry away and see a pen you lent him a long time ago laying around.

-Luffy hates to be still for to long but if someone on the crew is sick you’ll usually find him near them or if they will allow it lying in bed right next to them and be really gaf bout getting sick, he just wants to be there for his friends

-Because there can be a lot of dead time out at sea Robin taught him to crochet but he only knows one pattern and that’s a fish and he refuses to learn more patterns bc the first one was so hard. Now though on particular boring days random crochet fishes will pop up around the sunny

-Someone once called chopper a pet and got flung cross the island

-He doesn't have a favorite flower but whenever the town/island ppl give them gifts after the crew helps them without fail luffy always ends up with sunflowers.

-He has sharp k-9s ( no one knows this put him and nami both have a matching gold tooth there isn’t even any big reason either they were out shopping on day and nami seen a beautiful women with a grill and convinced luffy to get one tooth done with her )

-Ussop makes his jesus sandals

-Sabo and him penpal cause Sabo wanted to be more up to date with his little brother in as many ways a possible and the den den Mushi calls weren’t cutting it . Sabo’s are nicely done and always have a cute photo of something he’s seen while luffys just always written on the back of a wanted poster of people he knows and luffys always sends him a sea shell from each island

-Luffy loves a good sweet but he also loves his friends more and chopper’s favorite food category is sweets so when they’re on island luffy always gets him the last piece of a really good sweet.

-He can sleep anywhere, once Franky found him alseep standing up and it scared ts outta him

-He has a Portuguese (Spanish if you think of him more as the live action) accent but rarely get to actually speak Portuguese so when he does he’s even more excited.

-He’s taught the crew enough to understand him and respond, Sanji on the other hand knows Spanish and argues with him all the time.

-When him and Sabo are on the phone they speak in Portuguese exclusively

-Always giving ppl the middle finger

-Sometimes he just won’t want to sleep alone and the crew will randomly wake up with him snuggled up to them, locked doors will not stop him.

-Zoro try’s to get the crew to train with him sometimes and fails but he has a trick up his sleeve for each member to get them to train. He got luffy bc he turns it into a game, only downside for zoro is he does genuinely have to come up with a prize each time for luffy

-I know the street love ace luffy and I can see it but I can also see the he gets bitches angle, I’m more of a middle man with this and that he got moves but barely cares to put them into actions and most times doesn’t

-On sight when it comes to insulting his loved one like the person barely can finish letting out the insult (or whatever) b4 luffy on they ass

-He’s bad with dates but big on birthdays, like the one number he can always remember without fail and will have a lil sum arranged

-Jimbei luffy favorite nap partner and they be going Olympic when it comes to taking long ass naps on sunny days

[fio-renze]

The Queen was dead with no heir to assume the throne.

How coincidental that there was — similar to the plight of her own people — a triumvirate waiting in the wings. Or webs, realistically.

What that meant for Azj-kahet remained to be seen; it was always hard to see the end of the story while you were still in the middle of the telling. The mercenary camp had wrapped up outstanding contracts in the depths, but would be remaining in Dornogal for a bit longer to help tie up loose ends where they needed tightening. There was still plenty for them to do on the island while everything was settling.

Fiorenze was grateful for that, at the very least.

Staying meant not having to grapple with the bureaucracy of what it meant to be stateless. Her tent had a spot here, with a bed, plenty of work to do and food. Leaving to go back to Silvermoon only had the stick of stress in having to find another, probably expensive, apartment, selling flowers at her cart in the market and all the rest. No real carrot, there. At least, not yet. Staying with Pyraelia had become a little more complicated in the wake of her sister's harrowing experience in the Spiral Weave. She needed her space. Fiorenze had picked up on that in the few days Pyraelia had spent recuperating in camp before going home herself.

They'd talk about it later, or they wouldn't at all.

At some point she'd have to take time off — Talon was making at least a few days mandatory, which made complete sense considering the non-stop stress of the last couple of months. When asked, she'd make her intention for sometime in November known. That would make room for all the people who had plans for the holiday or performance obligations to take their time without issue. Maybe a day or half-day between now and then to take advantage of some of the hot spas that had been set up since they'd left Dornogal in the early phase of the campaign. They catered to adventurers who weren't made of stone and set their water and steam temperatures accordingly.

Still, it was nice to see camp in a much more jovial mood. Rynga, who she'd always considered to be the Camp Mother, was alive and had returned with good tidings. Xylaes was alive too, off being heroic and helping people in the City of Threads even now. That was worth celebrating, some of the others in the group had already gathered around the central fire to sing traveling songs and toast to Rynga's health and that of the whole company.

If past revels were anything to go by there would be a more creative evening dinner than the usual fare. Someone would eventually pull another into a playful turn about the fire, which would lead to others joining in if they felt like dancing. It was always endearing in a way the grand balls and courtly performances had never been.

It took about as long as expected for Rynga's rounds to finally land the dwarven woman next to her, "Lass, I hardly recognized ya. Broodin' over here in the corner, hair glowin' like a distant star. You've lost weight, we'll 'ave to get the cook on tha' tonight, eh?"

She'd noticed the ever so faint luster in Azj-kahet. Most of the spaces in Dornogal had been too light, same with Hallowfall. Worse was the way her fingers stubbornly remained luminous for hours after casting. She'd seen it on some Shal'dorei before, but theirs seemed more permanent. Ten thousand years of indulging in arcane laced wine would do that — how much longer would her own suffusion last? She'd only stepped into the irradiated sea for ten minutes, but that had apparently been enough for lasting consequences.

Fiorenze couldn't help but smile a little at Rynga's light prodding, "It's all muscle, now."

"Ohhh 'it's all muscle now,'" Rynga's tone was wholly warm, and the light ribbing was clearly purely in jest, "Well come on then, you can show off by joinin' in with th' rest of us. Think less tonight an' play more."

What a hard order to ignore. Fiorenze took Rynga's offered hand and tilted her head back toward the rest of it all as a gesture to encourage Rynga to lead on, "You've always been full of the best advice."

Rynga's full-bellied laughter was a welcome addition to the off-key verse of a slightly bawdy ballad kicking back up from some of the lads, "I ken tha', dear."

She joined in on the revelry for a few hours and let the flickering glow of the camp's heart become her own. There would be plenty of work to do in the morning, but for now it better to focus on the moment.

@themercenaries / @xylaes for a brief mention

[the-bar-sinister]

Cracking the Mid-Life Crisis (3960 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, Gecko Moria joins Cross Guild, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Humor, Father-Daughter Relationship, POV Perona

Summary: After Moria's punishing defeat by Luffy on Thriller Bark the warlord was discarded by the government and vanished from the world stage. When the warlord system is dissolved entirely, Perona goes on a mission to find her daddy and bring him back into the fold.

She finds him wasting away in margaritaville.

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It had taken Perona quite some time after leaving Mihawk's castle to track down the man she was looking for, but now she had arrived at Yutsu Island, a resort island in the New World unaffiliated with the World Government and run as a tourist attraction for the elite and dangerous.

The World Government was cracking down all around them, Marine ships prowling the seas…affiliated islands setting traps in their ports as ‘bounty hunters’ and ‘traders’ pressed even deeper into waters the Government had no sway in.

Perona hated it. She hate, hate, hated having to skulk around after the dissolution of the Warlord system. After her own small ship was seized (she’d have to say sorry to Hawky later), she’d slipped away from the stupid marines to hitch ride after ride on friendly and unfriendly boats alike.

But she had to do it, she had to find her adoptive father to make sure he’d survived the beating the Marines had given him during that whole dumb war two years prior.

Her heeled boots clicked against the creaking wood of the dock as she stomped her way across with her parasol open to block out the hated sun. Lucky her, the roving ‘Gamble Pirates’ who’d taken her in for the trip weren’t the type to try to bully her into staying– she could save her energy for dragging her dad back from this overly bright and sunny place. 

The resort area glittered and gleamed just a stone's throw from the harbor– a mass of handsome buildings that glittered with colorful sea glass and some of the more modern architecture on the grand line. The place, she had heard, was run by a branch family of some deposed nobles from the North Blue– potentially related to the Vinsmokes. It was one of the many rumors she'd heard while gathering information about where Moria was.

And all the information she'd gathered said that he would be here; rumors and whispers that the former warlord was wasting away on cocktail island.

She puffed out her cheeks as she walked, her little ghosties leaking out from her parasol to surround her in swirling, lazy arcs that sent tourists stumbling away from their spectral giggling in fear of just what they might do.

It’d been two years…two years without a word while she thought he was dead. If it turned out he was getting DRUNK while Mihawk held his SUPER GOOD wine over her head for TWO WHOLE YEARS…

Well. She wasn’t actually going to complain about her time with the other warlord and Zoro…but STILL.

She was peeved about it enough for her horo horo ghostie friends to be manifesting in wiggly force. Not to mention this place really WAS too bright. “Wish I had sunglasses…” 

The light on the summer island was quite bright and warm, with hardly a cloud in the sky as she made her way through the crowds and toward the resort area. Stealthily she snuck through the lobby without a glance from security who were busy at the counter due to some woman who was yelling at the clerk there.

And once through the checkpoint she was able to access all the guest areas. The private beach. The restaurant. The casino. The spa. And who knew what else. It was a disgusting lap of luxury.

“And I didn’t even have a vampire maid or a handsome butler to make me bagel sandwiches an’ cocoa.” Perona pouted as she hugged Kumachi’s plush body to her side. Mihawk’s cooking was super good, of course, and Zoro would bring her things if she needled him enough and hung off his shoulders till he did it…but the principle of the thing was important! “This place looks…”

She stared down some well to do couple as they walked towards the beach with a sound dial blasting Uta’s latest single in hand.

“Pricey. And ostentatious. Dontcha think, Kumachi?”

Kumachi didn’t answer.

Perona followed the couple out onto the beach, which was a forest of brightly colored umbrellas and towels spread out over a blanket of glittering, beautiful white sand leading down to the bright blue ocean. People of all shapes and sizes wandered around in beach wear, holding colorful drinks being doled out by bartenders under thatched roof huts.

She sniffed disdainfully as she twisted her parasol over her head, taking to floating gently along instead of walking through the unsteady sand. 

“He couldn’t possibly be at the beach…”

“Horo horo” replied one of her ghosties, to which she giggled.

“I mean, obviously right? We didn’t even have a proper beach on Thriller Bark!” she waved her hand “he’s probably somewhere like the residential graveyard or something. Do resorts have graveyards?”

“Horo.” 

Perona practically tripped over him.

Moria was lying supine over an enormous beach lounge chair under an umbrella with a pair of opaque sunglasses covering most of his unmistakable face. He had a book across his chest, and a drink in the holder of his lounge. There was a sound dial sitting in the sand next to him and a wire trailed from it to one miniature speaker in his long pointed ear.

Tripping startled her once.

His loud snore startled her again.

“GAH!!!” Perona squeaked, stomping her foot on open air. “DADDY!! You IIIIIIIDIOT!”

She drew the attention of several beach-goers, but the moment she started hearing the whispering amongst them she sent her hollows to pass through them. Whispering turned to whines and whimpers of despair as she put her hands on her hips and looked down at the sleeping Moiria.

“....” She raised her leg and delivered a swift kick to his butt. “Wake up!!!” 

The kick didn't overbalance the lounge chair, but the startled jolt that rocked through Moria's body as he yelped in response and instinctively tried to roll away did. Former warlord, book, dial, all ended up sprawled in the sand, the drink splashing on top adding insult to injury.

“O-oops.” Perona looked from side to side. People were staring, but they were nobodies anyway. Nobody who mattered saw that.

She looked down at Kumachi with a sharp frown “Kumachi!! How could you do that? How could you kick dad like that??? When we get home you’re going in the iron maiden!”

Kumachi hung in silent understanding of just what he’d done and how he’d have to atone. 

Moria was already clambering up into a sitting position, wiping the drink off his face, and pushing the offending lounge chair away. He hissed and bared his fangs, looking around.

"Who dares to disturb the slumber of the mighty— Perona?? Whoah, what are you doing here?" His menacing snarl turned immediately into a cheerful grin that really emphasized how much sand and cocktail was still stuck to his face.

Perona clasped her hands together as if she didn’t just kick him into the sand like the Vinsmokes in the “Sora and the Sand-Castle of the Beach King” storyline from the papers.

“Daddyyy!! You’re alive! I’d heard you’d died ya know!” her hollows swarmed around her as she leaned down to offer him a hand up. “Gosh, you got a cocktail all over your face!” 

He took her hand with his large claw and grinned bashfully, trying to wipe off his face as he stood. "Yeah, whoops! Guess I got a little startled somehow."

Moria carefully stood up to his towering height, carefully ducking out from under the umbrella and Perona got a better look at him.

The lanky, long limbed pirate had certainly healed from the injuries she'd heard he'd received two years ago, and the light of the summer island seemed to have darkened the glimmering pale of his complexion just a little. The old stitch-mark scars down his face from where Kaidou had nearly cut him in half didn't show up quite as intensely any more. 

His red hair had grown out– possibly the entire two years– shaggy and loose around his horns, and he looked like he'd been taking care of himself, surprisingly. The muscles on his body were defined– save for the softness around his stomach that was clearly from an overabundance of cocktails.

All that was easy for Perona to take in– since he was only wearing a pair of beach shorts with a pattern of pumpkins on them, and a pair of sandals.

“....” She crossed her arms with Kumachi hanging from them, her lips petulantly pursed as she brushed her long, and now quite expertly curled even in the difficult situation she’d been traveling in, pink hair from her shoulders.

“I can see that! You look…” she trailed off for a moment. “comfortable? Looks like you’re healing up pretty good too! They said the marines blew you to pieces!” 

Moria rubbed the back of his neck and nodded rather limply. "They sure did. But hey! I'm back in one piece, huh? Cheated death again." He grinned but really, he just looked embarrassed about it. "It's great to see you, though! You look amazing! I heard rumors you were staying with Mihawk, was that true?"

“Uh huh. One of the World Government’s superweapons slapped me across the ocean and I crashed into his castle,” Perona put her hands on her hips. "He's been real nice to me, I even made a new close friend.” She emphasized it with a wicked little grin, “it was pretty nice, but ya know what woulda been better?” 

"Uhhhh?"

She pointed towards him. “Knowing my old man was still alive, dummy!!” the hollows around her tittered and laughed. 

"I wish I could have let you know, kiddo!" he said, holding up his hands with another fanged smile. "The government's after my ass though. If they find out where I am they might send a few fleets you know? and I was worried they'd try to use you as bait to get to me."

Perona pursed her lips, cheeks puffed out and her hands on her hips as she floated a little higher. 

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! What, ya think they’re gonna do that Buddy Call thing of theirs? Or kidnap me? They couldn’t, ya know! I’ve been training with Hawky and Zor—-”

She almost let her special friend slip…one of the straw hats who’d defeated her father and their pirate gang. He wasn’t ready to know.

“Y. Zory.” 

Moria blinked slowly at her with only dim comprehension. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"How about we head up to my room, get a couple of drinks, and you can tell your ol' dad all about it."

Perona glared dubiously at him for a long moment. The nobodies were beginning to talk again. She shut them up with another round of hollows to really ruin their vacations.

“Alright. But only if I get to have sangria! Hawky wouldn’t let me make any with his wine ‘cause he was making Zor…m. Zorm go sober while he trained!”

After a moment she paused and punched her fist “SHOOT! I was calling him Zory! Not Zorm!” 

Moria blinked again.

"Who?"

Fifteen minutes later and Perona had a legitimate guest badge for the hotel and was mixing sangria in Moria's private beach-front suite with a view of the ocean.

“Geeze, papa. You’ve got a real sweet deal here. What’d ya do? Steal the manager’s shadow?” she asked as she mixed the sangria and tested it for taste. 

"I wish!" he laughed, folding himself over the bar and watching her. "You'll be disappointed, but your old man's paying the same as anybody else."

She poured more red wine into the mixture as she looked over her shoulder “with all of our treasure?” 

"Not all of it, obviously!" he sputtered. "But some, of my treasure. Yes."

“Oh!” Perona grinned at him “I mean, it seems to be going a long way, papa!” 

She looked over her shoulder at the immobile Kumachi “hey, Kumachi. D’ya want some sangria?”

He did not want sangria. He was a lame teetotaler like that.

“I hope you saved a bit of it, papa. I think we’re gonna need it.” 

Moria scratched his head, pushing his lengthened red hair back behind his horns, and gave her a curious look.

"You think? I mean, it won't get that much more expensive just to have you stay too."

Perona poured herself a glass of Sangria and turned to lean on the bar as she took a sip “not for staying here, papa! To buy our way into Mr. Hawky’s big plan! Or…I mean, I guess it’s not his big plan. He said somethin’ about…hold on..”

She stomped over to Kumachi and unbuttoned the top of his head to root around in there for a moment.

When her hand came out she brandished a flashy poster at her father with a big, ear to ear grin and a haughty “Horohorohorohoro!!! LOOK!”

The poster, she knew well, was of the Cross Guild. Captain Buggy, the newest of the former warlords before their dissolution loomed his manic smile over crossed swords– Sir Crocodile sneered from the right, Mihawk glowered from the left. 

And in each corner, another of the powerful warlords loomed. Boa Hancock with her cold glare matching the hungry serpent that curled over her shoulders in the upper right by Buggy’s overly prominent face, flanked on the other side by Doflamingo’s manic grin and the trail of strings from his fingers.

“We’re gonna join Cross Guild!” 

Moria boggled at the poster. Then he leaned in and squinted at it. Then he pulled back and boggled at it some more.

"What are all the warlords doing on that poster?" Moria demanded. "Who's the kid with the nose?"

“.....” Perona turned it around to look at it before she huffed. “who cares! I mean, if you wanna know it’s Buggy the Clown! He’s…I dunno , an old ex boyfriend of Mr. Crocodile and Mihawk’s or something. He grumbled about him once while he was drunk. They made him a warlord after you were gone, papa!”

"Aw man, maybe I should have been keeping up with the news after all," he grumbled, scratching his hair again. He gave the poster another dubious squint. "They made him a warlord? And now they've what, got some kind of extra club going?"

It was starting to sound as if somehow Moria still hadn't heard that the warlord system had been dissolved.

Perona sipped her sangria. She needed the strength. Oh, by all the powers of the dark lords and evil, did she need the strength.

After her sip she downed half the glass before dropping it on the bar and taking a deep breath….she floated up to grab him by the shoulders and practically shook him as she wailed.

“THEY DISSOLVED IT, PAPA!” 

Moria ducked under the strength of her shout, grimacing and pulling his face away. He held up his hands defensively.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah, kiddo! Simmer down! They dissolved what?"

“The whole frickin’ warlord system!!!” she chided “like, they turned on ‘em. A bunch of kings voted for it at their stupid king party and now they’re coming to kill everyone! There’s no more state-sanctioned pirates! Just pirates!” 

He stared at her. 

Suddenly, he was gripping her shoulders.

"They're doing WHAT?"

Half an hour later, they were several more pitchers of sangria in as Perona had brought her 'daddy' up to speed on current events.

“So yeah, we’re gonna need your treasure to buy into Cross Guild so I can join Hawky in this whole war against the World Government they got goin’ on!” she finished with a big smile.

He scratched his jaw thoughtfully and nodded. " You think they'd let me in? They had better let me in! I'd be pretty pissed off if they've started a former warlords club and they didn't want me in it. But…"

“I mean obviously they’ll let you in!” She huffed. “they probably want me there too! You were their buddy, right? I’m sure they’ll let you join up easy peasy!” 

"Maybe," he hemmed and hawed, and turned to lean his back on the bar, staring at his luxurious hotel suite. "But I don't know if I'm even ready to go back to being a pirate. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. I might just be retired."

“Noooo!” Perona stomped her foot. “Papa, that’s lame! Retirement’s lame! We didn’t even do our big plan at Thriller Bark! Luffy and Zor…..d…Zord and everyone else just beat us UP! We’re not done pirating at all!” 

".... wait isn't Zord that friend you were mentioning with Mihawk?" Moria blinked, having forgotten to protest the rest of it. "He was at Thriller Bark?"

“.............” Perona’s eyes widened as she looked at Kumachi for a save. Kumachi had nothing to say, being quite stuffed. “Maayyyyybe?” 

Moria grabbed the half empty pitcher of sangria and downed the rest of it in a long gulp.

Perona dropped her head into her hands. She knew…she knew this was going to turn into a big deal. She could only hope the booze would help rather than hinder her in her grand quest to explain to her father that the guy who cut his minions to ribbons was…like…

You know.

Kinda cool. 

They'd argued about it for hours. About Cross Guild. About the Straw Hats. About Moria feeling less capable now than he had ever felt before. First being destroyed by Kaidou, and then by Luffy– who was now Perona's friend by one remove.

Perona had argued with all her might, likely terrifying the neighbors in the other suites as she gesticulated wildly and sent her hollows flying here and there in her passionate pleas.

Who cared if the Straw Hats beat him up, from the news she’d heard they beat up like…everyone! And if they were friends now, through Zoro, then they’d be safe from Luffy’s violent frenzy.

Besides, it wasn’t as if they were going after the One Piece! She’d argued until she was blue in the face about it, as points flew between them.

At one point she’d accused him of holding onto a negative hollow while she was gone with how DOWN IN THE DUMPS he was about himself. 

"Perona," he said finally after a long silence between them. He rested his head on his arms, his gaze tilted toward her. "I think you're the only one who thinks I'm worth anything any more. Cross Guild would probably be happier if I just sent you back with what resources I've got left. You're young. You've got energy. you haven't been beaten by the world yet. What have I got?"

“Plenty!” Perona puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. “You've always been my hero, you know! You’re the master of shadows! You’re super strong, who cares if you lost twice? I got beat too, and I’m not worthless!” 

"Of course you're not worthless but– I don't know. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere, I get thrown back to the start!"

It was the same thing of course, that she'd heard had happened to Mihawk. And to Crocodile. And to who knew who else among the warlords. But that was the thing– that was when they were working alone.

“You and the rest of the old idiots of Cross Guild,” Perona crossed her arms. “but you were all going it alone, weren’t you? But Cross Guild’s a bunch of you! All together, working together for something that ain’t the stupid World Government. Maybe together you can fight your way forward and NOT get thrown back to the start, huh??” 

"That's–" he blinked and sat up a little. "That's a good point. If we were actually cooperating. The problem is you never know who's about to throw you in the sea for a little gain in their own status…"

“From what Hawky was saying the whole point of Cross Guild is NOT to do that. Like…it’s named that ‘cause everyone’s on an equal level even with crossed purposes or some pretentious crap like that.” 

Moria stroked his chin. "That sounds like Mihawk. I wonder if we could really do it. If we actually teamed up against the government, we might actually be able to do something…"

Finally thinking about something other than his own self pity.

Perona internally sighed with relief as she pressed her advantage “I know, right? And everyone’s pooling their resources to do some really neat stuff! Like taking bounties out on the Marines! Striking back with the power of the people!” 

"Taking bounties on marines?" He grinned now. "That would sure be a way to put random people in the action instead of always risking your own guys…"

“Exactly!!” Perona pointed at him “and the people are happy because it gives ‘em power! And we’re happy because it’s one less Navy Bastard to deal with! And little by little we weaken the World Government!” 

"Alright. Alright! Damn it!" He slapped his hand on the bar, shaking the several empty pitchers and wine bottles. "I'll at least go and talk to them. …You know where they are, right?"

“Oh yeah they’re uh…I think they’re still on Buggy’s big clown ship or something.” Perona put her finger to her lips. “Ah well, they can’t be that hard to find right?”

He scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. "Well. We'll make it work, whatever. Hey–" 

Moria reached out a hand toward her.

Perona grinned and leapt forward to squeeze his arm just over his hand. “Yeah?” she asked, hovering as she dangled from his arm. 

He smiled a fanged smile at her, soft, despite the bristle of pointy teeth. "Thanks for coming all the way out here to find me, kiddo. And for talking me up."

“Always, papa! Someone’s gotta be your hype man, and it wasn’t gonna be fucking Hogback!” She squeezed his arm tightly in a hug, her bright eyes and ear-to-ear smile turned his way. “I wanted to look for you for two years, I just thought you’d died– so I came right away to find ya as soon as I heard the whispers.”

Moria chuckled and pulled her into a proper hug. "Guess we've proven it takes more than that to kill me, huh? Alright. Let's take just a little more vacation. I'll show you around the place and when we sober up, then we'll make some plans on getting out of here."

Perona squeezed him tightly with a squee of joy. 

“Alright! Alright! A lil’ more vacation but I’m NOT getting any sun! The sun’ll melt me away!” She grinned widely as she bobbed her head “and then it’s CROSS GUILD HERE WE COME!”

Kumachi was excited. She could tell from the way he slowly flopped over and rolled onto the ground with the weight of his overstuffed head.

"Cross Guild here we come! Maybe third time's the charm with his whole pirate gig."

He put her on his shoulders, and out they went.

Hours of exploration of the resort followed as they let their heads clear save for dreams of the future. With satisfaction, Perona got to experience the absolute bliss of a spa, and of a meal not served on the table because Hogback’s poor assistant was traumatized by plates…and also by being a kidnapped spirit who hated him.

The beautiful resort island was a paradise– but it wasn’t half as perfect as the prospect of their future as part of the powerful Cross Guild. Compared to fighting side by side with Hawky and his friends and taking the fight to the world government…how could a vacation island even hope to stack up?

It was almost depressing against the glaring light of the future ahead. 

[carpedzem]

questionnaire results that i didnt forget about at all

im okay so i forgot and then forgot again a few times. ANYWAY. enjoy the results!!

i cant post every written answer, so heres my favourite :)

whats your favourite animal, be as specific as possible

Peregrine Falcon

domestic cat! specifically MY cats but any cat will do

your mom

Black bear. One tried to walk into my house recently and he was really cute but I had to tell him no :( (ARE YOU OK?)

Dumbo octopus

fancy rats

honestly i’ve always been too scared to settle on one animal as a favorite, because it feels like a question with no satisfying answer. like if i had to be honest it’s probably dogs? because i’ve grown up around them, they’re an animal i like beyond just aesthetic purposes. but when you hear this sort of question, you wonder if the asker wants to hear about something exotic, some random interest that caught the interviewees eye at a young age and never left their conscious. anyways i think it’s probably house cats

rainbow trout, luzon-bleeding hearts, and horses.. dogs too

emperor penguin

any type of liddol snake. I love them so

sea sheep

Long eared Jerboa

(most people chose cat)

george (42,5%)

second place with also a lot of votes (37%)

sapnap (45,7%)

dream (44,1%)

this is my favourite question and i cant believe i misspelled it

you can put two of your mutuals against each other in a fight. who do you chose

i can’t answer this they all hate one another it’s too real. bellaya (bellaya was the most popular answer)

Lost and Kiuda. There can only be one (one of what)

Can I just give loyal a nice spa day? I'd like to give loyal a nice spa day

violence is never the answer

🤦🏻‍♂️🤣

i would fight them all myself obviously

I fear that no matter who I put here they'd just give up and make out instead

I only have two moots I joined tumblr a day ago help (i wonder how this person likes it here so far)

Nunki "demonstars" vs Nov "sueñitos" for La Velada 2024

no fighting…. sharika shakira

Gogciety v powergnf battle of the golos

im giving you a gun with only one bullet. what do you do (vent section) (while a lot of answers made me laugh a lot im gonna skip ones that can get us in trouble LMAO. but remember you made ME laugh)

Listen would killing q give us usmp back? No. Would it make me feel SO MUCH BETTER??????? YES!!!!!! (i mean obv q took like half of the shots. the other popular answer was just lining everyone)

I give it to Sapnap. He has made it clear he will kill for Dream god bless

am i given a time machine? can i shoot someone already dead? does it have to be someone reasonably killable? the answer to these questions is irrelevant because no matter what i want it to be steve jobs.

shoot at internet cable

going to british land and the first dumbass cc i see gets it

use it to open a jar because my hands are very weak and im too embarrassed to ask anyone else to open it for me

only one :(?

Lay it carefully on the ground.

hand it to George he could judge more fairly than I (and hope he doesn't shoot Sapnap)

i send the gun and bullet to the dteam house as a secret gift with a note explaining that it's for sapnap and george only, and a letter stating to pass extras to the rest of the munchy squd. if we all donate our weapons to them, they'll be able to shoot all of dream's haters. the only obstacle is dream himself, which is why he can't know what's in the box.

Give it to gnf&sapnap and watch them fight over it

(IM SORRY I FORGOR....)

top drolo 2023 - ones i forgot about

punz

hannah

puffy

bbh

squidkid

Radio statio guy

SYLVEEYYYY

illumina

me. sorryyr i dont mean that

you (im soo not BUT THANK YOU)

I think all munchies deserve this spot, theyre all the best drolos :(( i love them

powergpu guy (jesse)

george deserves it tbh for slut smp (that is true, but i excluded snf bc i was afraid they will sweep...)

shadoune

LARRAY

Lil nas X

THATS ALL. thank you everyone who took part in this AND ONCE AGAIN IM SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT IT.... ill be better next time o7