#starpiece

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🌾🌱 Starpiece (a zosan one piece/stardew valley AU) 🌱🌾

//zoro has a farm, but he doesn't have a kitchen. he's learning to live with it.//

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Zoro doesn't have a proper kitchen.

He doesn't have much of anything, really. The farmhouse is all of one room, with furnishings that consist of a bed (too small; his feet hang off the ends), a dresser (he only needs one drawer to fit all of his clothes), a fireplace that smokes, and a small pet bed (bought new, one week after a little kitten ambled onto his farm and refused to leave; he's named her Onigiri.) 

Feeding the cat is pretty simple. Pelican Town has an abundance of lakes, streams, and rivers scattered around. Not to mention the entire ocean.  Lucky for him, Onigiri isn’t too picky about where her fish come from because Zoro can never seem to find the same body of water twice. 

He lets the cat tag along whenever he ventures into town. Actually, Onigiri practically insists on it. She doesn’t seem to have any trouble finding her way around. Zoro chalks this up to some innate, mystical cat sense because, as far as he’s concerned, Pelican Town is a fucking maze. Even with Onigiri's help, he manages to get lost at least four times a week.

Not that Zoro’s an exceptionally social guy; he wouldn’t even bother going into town at all if not for the fact that, on most days, the Stardrop Saloon is his primary source of food. Sure, he manages to catch, cook, and eat his own fish in addition to the cat’s, but he’ll be the first to admit that he’s no cook, and there’s only so many times he’s willing to endure food poisoning in a place without proper indoor plumbing. 

So, for now, food from the Stardrop is a necessary expense. Luckily, his most recent crop of parsnips turned out decently enough, so for now, he’s sitting on enough cash to last him a while. That is…if he manages not to blow the entire thing on booze. Again. 

Zoro and Onigiri make it to town a little after eleven. Most folks have long since settled into their daily routines, and more than a few of the older folks can be seen around the town square, jibber-jabbering in groups of two or three. Zoro gives a respectful nod to those who raise a hand or greet him by name, but Onigiri is the one who soaks up most of the attention— As usual. 

“Isn’t that just the cutest sight you’ve ever seen!” gushes Caroline. Zoro remembers her name because she’s one of the few people he’s met with hair that’s even greener than his own. 

“The cutest!” Her friend, a redhead, agrees. Zoro is pretty sure her name is Jodi, but he’s not confident enough to address her directly. Luckily, he doesn’t have to. He’s not the one they’re looking at, anyway.

Onigiri weaves between his ankles as he walks, seemingly confident that the hulking farmer-swordsman would never dare to tread on her, even by accident. Head held high, she struts out in front as if leading a parade, putting her black-furred chin on proud display. The rest of her is pure white, nearly blinding in the late morning sunlight. 

The cat looks over her shoulder, tail undulating like a plume of smoke, and fixes Zoro with what he can only describe as a look of pure smugness. 

“Tch,” he scoffs— stupid cat. 

In the distance, he can barely make out the squat, blue roof of JojaMart looming above the treetops. He wouldn’t usually waste his energy giving a shit about that sort of place, but the townsfolk are plenty riled up about it. Nearly everyone despises JojaMart, but that doesn’t stop most folks from shopping there. Zoro can’t blame them, either; he’s seen their prices (or at least, he’s heard Nami fume about them often enough.) People in Pelican Town are just trying to make ends meet, same as everyone else. They can’t exactly be blamed if JojaMart’s prices suit their budgets more comfortably than the unavoidable upcharges at Pierre’s. 

Zoro grits his teeth and scowls at the looming blue roof. If Kuina were here, she’d come to the same conclusion: 

I’ve got to try harder.

A warbling meow and the thump of a warm, furry weight to the side of Zoro’s left shin. Instinctively, he stops in his tracks and looks down. 

Onigiri has stopped in the middle of the path. She sits on her haunches, staring at him with umeboshi-colored eyes. 

“What?” he grunts.

She meows, in answer. 

“What, cat?”

Another meow. Her tail flaps, annoyed. She headbutts his shin. 

Zoro blinks and looks around. “Oh. Where’d this bridge come from?” 

He’s halfway across the east river, on the path toward JojaMart. That damn place must be cursed, if it can move around and draw people in like that. Freaky.

Impatient now, Onigiri pushes at him again with her head as if trying to shove him back in the opposite direction. Zoro is pretty sure he’s already going the right way, but he decides to defer to the cat; he’s too hungry to argue. 

The Stardrop is empty when Zoro and the cat finally stroll inside. Which makes sense; the saloon doesn't open for another hour. Not that Zoro is fully aware of what time it is. All he knows is that he's going to need a big breakfast if he expects to get an entire gross of potatoes planted before sundown (he might have gone a little overboard when buying seeds, but, in his defense, he was thinking about vodka.)

He makes his way through the underbrush of four-top tables toward the bar. The chairs haven't been taken down yet but the floor doesn't look wet, so Zoro isn't worried about getting yelled at for ruining a fresh mop job. 

He plants himself in a stool and rests his elbows on the bartop. Onigiri joins him, claiming the stool to his left. She sits up on her haunches and rests her little paws on the edge of the counter. It's cute as hell. So cute, in fact, that Zoro is manly enough to admit it makes him giggle against his palm. He's still chuckling when the swing door behind the bar is shoved open.

“No, that's fine, Emily dear! I'll prepare the beef. You go ahead and prep the—” Sanji, calling over his shoulder to his singular employee, stops in his tracks. His eyes lock with Zoro's. “—lettuce,” he finishes with a snarl.

Not even the shit-cook's ire can wipe the grin off Zoro's face, not when Onigiri is still bellied up to the bar like she's ready for happy hour. Because of this, Zoro is still battling a giggle-fit when he informs the cook: “We're hungry.”

It takes a beat for Sanji to respond. His face looks weird; flushed and tight around the mouth. He chews the filter of his cigarette with extra verve.

“We're not open yet,” the cook grits out, kicking the swing door shut behind him. The hinges squeak. “Which you would know if you had more than two brain cells kicking around in that mossball you call a head.” He jabs Zoro square in the forehead with his finger.

Zoro doesn't flinch. He's used to this song and dance by now, and he knows the cook is, too. Petty things like “hours of operation” haven't stopped Zoro from barging in at all hours looking for a meal, and Sanji's dislike for the farmer hasn't stopped him from providing one, every time.

Onigiri offers her thoughts on the matter:

“mrr-yow,” she trills.

Sanji and Zoro turn their attention to the cat in tandem. The effect on the cook is instantaneous.

“Oh hello, jolie chat,” Sanji coos in the same smitten manner usually reserved for buxom human women. “Look at you waiting so politely for your breakfast! Coming right up, princess. Wait just a moment.” He scratches Onigiri between the ears; she thanks him with a loud purr.

Zoro grumbles. “Thought you weren't open yet,” he says in a flat tone.

“Hmph. Hungry people always eat in my restaurant, idiot,” Sanji barks at Zoro. Abruptly, he switches right back into love-cook mode: “Especially if they're as sweet and perfect as Oni-chan.” He twirls on the spot and disappears into the kitchen once again. 

“Restaurant,” Zoro snorts, ostensibly for Onigiri's benefit. “I've seen gas stations fancier than this place. People only come here for the booze.”

The cat yowls again, tail flicking. She's not buying Zoro's line, and he can't blame her, not when he's eaten at the Stardrop at least once a day, every day, since arriving in the Valley.

“Always calling me on my shit, cat,” Zoro grumbles. “Typical.” He faces forward in his stool and props his chin onto his crossed arms. Behind the bar, an array of bottles stare back at him from their shelves. He can hear the hum of the mini-fridge under the counter, keeping the beer kegs cold. Maybe the cook will let him have a pint with his lunch today, if he's not feeling too stingy.

Maybe the cook will join him today, too. He does that sometimes if there's not too much prep to be done before the actual customers start trickling in (however slowly; it's a small ass town.) Onigiri is with him today, which works in Zoro's favor. Sanji is always more likely to eat with him when the cat is there too. 

The thing is… Zoro's started looking forward to these lunchtime trips. They've become… special to him. He knows the reason why, just like he also knows why he always makes sure to arrive before the Stardrop officially opens for the day.

See, the cook will actually talk to him while they eat. Sometimes Sanji will ask him how the food tastes and Zoro will respond in five syllables or less, which never fails to rile the cook up. His cheeks always get red when he fumes, ranting about uncultured marimo, and Zoro keeps waiting for the day that Sanji notices him smirking around his fork. Will the cook figure it out on his own, or is Zoro going to have to admit to riling him up on purpose? It's not Zoro's fault that the cook looks cute when he’s pissed off.

Sometimes Sanji asks about how things are going on the farm, and Zoro always has more than five syllables to spare for that particular topic, especially if they're enjoying a beer with their lunch. 

The crops grow too slowly; the fences never stay fixed; and no matter how many damn scarecrows he puts up, Zoro can't seem to protect his plants from stupid crows. Sanji never offers him any advice on the matter, and Zoro doesn't want any. Not from him. He's perfectly fine with getting laughed at by the cook, especially because he's got a point. What the fuck is Zoro doing, thinking he can run a whole farm by himself?

But no matter how much they bicker during the meal, Zoro always walks away from those shared lunches feeling fuller than when he went in. The chores always feel a little easier, after. His tools don't feel so heavy. 

Beside him, Onigiri stares intently at the swing door as if she shares Zoro's eager anticipation for the cook to reappear. Zoro reaches out a hand to stroke her back.

The swing door is pushed open, and out comes the cook.

He's got a small bowl in one hand full of what looks like tunafish puree. The bowl is pink and dotted with little white paw-prints (Zoro just knows the cook bought it specially for her, his only cat customer.)

Balanced in Sanji's other hand is a large round tray, topped with two heaping plates. Zoro smiles.

He's doing just fine without a proper kitchen. 

[pokeheros-drama]

"HAS TO BE A TYPO It has to be a typo 😭 aint no way tiffany is scamming harder".

Even if it is a typo, 70 nuggets isnt worth those gems and starpiece. Heck, it barely even worth 50 nuggets.

This shows how scammy tiffany is. She buys rare shiny retros for cheap and sells her items more than ten times the market. Blocking her for good.

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[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Secondo: No playing Pokemon Go during my sermons! First offense: I will take your phone and waste all of your pokeballs. Probably on a Pidgey or a Ratata, but I will miss it over and over and over. Second offense: I will take your phone and waste an Incense, Lucky Egg, and Starpiece. You will be surrounded by Pokemon with the clock ticking down on those oh so important bonuses, but you will have no way to catch them because I WILL make sure to waste any balls you may have gotten between your previous offense and now. Third offense; I will transfer your strongest Pokemon, maybe even two or three of them. One candy for a 3754 CP Hydreigon seems fair, right? Fourth offense: Say goodbye to every shiny and legendary Pokemon you have. I. WILL. DO. IT. Don’t test me. Either pay attention or don’t come at all. If I can’t catch them, you can’t catch them.

[kitttenteeth]

thigh garters & those little frilly ‘maid’ headbands r so so gorgeous to me .. I think i will be learning how to sew my own &making them a starpiece of my wardrobe . Does any1 know the technical name for those headbands?

[fountainpenguin]

Throwback Thursday! Early field sight concepts I made while planning out fanfic worldbuilding, circa 2016 or 2017.

If a magical being stands behind a Seelie Courter (Fairy or Pixie), the Seelie Courter will "see" their shape and some of their motions (including facial expressions). They can also detect physical contact, sort of like their vision detects UV light at all times. This is all part of their races' "feeling" bonus, which also beefs up their senses of touch, smell, and taste.

(If I were to redraw this now, the breathing lines would funnel through the crown, but you get the idea.)

Anti-Fairies get the "hearing" bonus. They can't see in field-sight, but they hear specific sounds instead (For example: clicking, squeaking, sparking, scratches, paper, or bells are always playing in the back of their minds). These sounds correspond to certain moods and tone shifts. A startled Anti-Fairy will automatically throw alarm bells into the energy field, which Fairies and Pixies are unable to hear, but all the Anti-Fairies in the area will pick up on.

In addition to alarm signals, there are certain sounds they'll put out when they detect bad luck. Most Anti-Fairies will follow those sounds due to previous positive reinforcement of getting to enjoy bad luck when they track down the source. Bad luck itself puts signals into the energy field.

For cultural reasons, Anti-Fairies raised among their own kind in Anti-Fairy World tend to notice overarching sounds that convey the dominant emotion in a room (rather than the mood of a single individual). Foop tends to lean into the individualistic approach due to boarding school and growing up among Fairies.

Magical beings often get jumpscared by non-magical humans because humans register as "nothing" in the energy field. Genie magic and witch magic both operate on different frequencies than "starpiece magic" and are easily overlooked unless you know what you're searching for.

In 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash, we're in the arc of Poof's worldview unraveling as he starts questioning why he and Foop are missing their firstborn core layers. We'll see more of that in tomorrow's update!

[its-toasted]

How to fix a lunarform fracture

Ingredients:

Ring-knuckle rift in the bridge. Fit for the dog

Saltwashed ivory rhombus vase. Fill with rainwater

Very vague starpiece turned skipping stone. Leave alone

Directions:

In a six-week pinky swear, grind up the rock in the bone

Fashion some cement shoes, and remove them urgently

As they breathe, use the leftover casket as a recycling bin

When warm: set the bridge inside, and press it into shape

With faith in suspension, close your eyes. Hold chin high

Take a quarter rest. Consider eighths, sixteenths, more

[sufficiently-analyzed-magic]

Sci here: Yeah that didn't work so I'm gonna go back a notch. Someone's already given a food, and living gifts don't seem to work, so how about a rare trinket?

*Gives you a starpiece*

Oh, yep, that one worked!

[attached: A photo of Echo's hand, holding the Star Piece]

[mintyvoid]

...my cookie run obsession is back =3=

trying not to burn myself out too fast, im playing like three of em.

so funny that in ob, seems they changed up how those starpieces are handed out- I still don't have enough for the next character lol. Since the swap to the star pieces, ive been at getting to pizza cookie. I think I used to be like 70 away and now I'm 1.5k LOL

[theinfinitexperienceoftheai]

Photoshoot - LUCIFERR DE NERVAL- by STARPIECE project

Quand la plus grande maison d'édition du Kaleidoscope Infinite craque sur une BLACKPEARL plume, ça donne ça :

[theincrediblelifeofkarlito]

RAGE de Luciferr

Quand l'histoire est bonne on en veut toujours plus, ça va finir en relecture de chevet... Et ça m'a inspiré un petit Mashup qui va finir dans les trailers de Peanut FX de l'INFINITE !

Flash Publicitaire : Un certain Luciferr, que les éditions STARPIECE project cherchent à attirer dans leur filet à poissons talentueux, sort sa dernière blackpearl :

RAGE - "ON NE LIT PAS LES PENSÉES DES MORTS".

Fragments d'existence de lycéens en quête d'eux-mêmes, tour à tour victimes et bourreaux, ivres de questionnements mais privés de réponses. Menés par les rêves, l'alcool et les désillusions amoureuses, Rojas, Murphy et Christian se raccrochent à l'espoir d'une vie meilleure. Et peut-être d’une rédemption. Mais la poursuite du bonheur a-t-elle une fin ?

Petit aperçu en son et lumière :

WATCH TRAILER

[borealisowl]

Tracer, Genji BW / Starpiece Ooh, there’s... DA- https://spiece96.deviantart.com/ Pixiv- https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=13489461 Twitter- https://twitter.com/spiece96 IG- https://www.instagram.com/spiece96/

[softcronch]

*visibly sweating*

ok so I've been thinking about a

one piece/stardew valley au

please bear with me

⚔️ - Zoro inherited the farm from his friend Kuina. They grew up together, and it was always her dream to be the best farmer in the world. It takes strength to work the land, and determination to make it yield. She felt driven to provide for herself and for others who lacked the strength to provide for themselves. Zoro was inspired because at the heart of Kuina's dream was a yearning for self-reliance and freedom. Soon, it became his dream, too. He saved his money for years and years, working menial jobs until finally, he was able to afford a plot of land. When he arrives, he's got nothing more than a few boxes of old clothes and miscellaneous possessions, as well as three swords. He keeps them next to the door and practices every single morning and every single night. Before and after chores. Strength and determination. The land yields, little by little.

🍚 -Sanji is new to the valley, too. Gus is a longtime friend of Zeff's from ""back in the day"" (both parties refuse to elaborate further), and after some *harsh* negotiations, Gus finally decided to retire and leave the Stardrop Saloon in Sanji's capable hands. Pelican Town isn't exactly the sort of place that Sanji ever imagined winding up, but the local foraging scene offers a boundless supply of new inspirations and ingredients. The waters are teeming with delicious fish, both the mundane and the rare. Each change of season brings a cornucopia of treasures to be found. It's a chef's paradise, if one isn't afraid to get his hands dirty from time to time. Besides, once that new farmer stops getting himself lost in the mountains and actually manages to *grow something,* Sanji will have a steady supply of fresh produce to work into his recipes. Sometimes, while he's out foraging in the morning, Sanji catches the mossheaded farmer swinging swords around in the middle of his shitty fields. For whatever reason, Sanji can't bring himself to tease him about it, even though someone probably should, right? (Though, it does explain why the guy completes his farm chores with two hoes and a shovel in his mouth...)

💰 - Nami runs the general store. Well, *technically* it's still Pierre's name above the door, but everyone knows who's really in charge. Besides, Pierre should be thanking her. If not for Nami's business savvy, JojaMart would have bankrupted them ages ago. The way Nami sees it, if she can increase profits by another 25%, Pierre's will have cornered enough of the market share that Joja will have no choice but to skip town. Now, all she needs is for that damn farmer to get his ass in gear and start delivering products she can sell. It's also worth mentioning that she's pretty good buddies with Lewis, and every month Zoro goes without earning his keep, the novice farmer's property taxes will increase by 5%...

🩺 - The fact that no one seems bothered by the fact that the new doctor is a literal reindeer is a credit to how much mystical strangeness the citizens of Pelican Town experience on a day to day basis. Chopper is a bashful little reindeer, seeming equal parts delighted and outraged whenever Harvey (the town's primary physician) praises his skills. He's young and eager, always quick to chastise his more... adventurous neighbors (*cough* luffy *cough*) for their risky behavior. The first time he meets Zoro is during the middle of the farmer's first spring. The farmer worked himself into exhaustion and collapsed right there in the middle of his debris-strewn land. If not for the town hermit, passing by at just the right moment, there's no telling how long Zoro would have been out there. Now, Chopper sends medicine and energy tonics to Zoro's mailbox whenever he has the supplies to spare. Zoro returns the favor by sleeping more and passing out less.

🤥 - Usopp is Clint's apprentice. He tells anyone who will listen that he's a celebrated member of the Adventurer's Guild, but everyone knows he's a just a fanboy, at best. Still, that doesn't stop him from holding court every Saturday night next to the pool table at the Stardrop, divulging tales of his latest delve into the mines. (He swears up and down that he whittled his slingshot out of the calcified remains of a slime, and everyone is too polite to mention that they can see the green paint chipping off the wood.) Lately, though, Usopp's been sporting a few more cuts and bruises than usual, and there's been a note of credibility to his stories. Also, he's been seen hanging around with that weird hermit in the hat...

🍖 - Luffy is the weird hermit in the hat. No one really knows when he came to town, or *why.* All anyone can agree on is that, one day, a tent appeared overlooking the mountain lake, with a sign posted above the flap reading LUFFY'S COUNTRY in misshapen letters. On his first day in Pelican Town, he consumes every last crumb of food available at the Stardrop but doesn't touch an ounce of the booze (which the farmer certainly appreciates.) On his second day, he helps said farmer clear every single bit of debris from his land and asks for nothing in return (except food.) He explores the mines with Usopp (read: he fights all the monsters and doesn't care if Usopp takes all the credit, and he even lets Usopp keep the materials they gather for his inventions.) He keeps Nami company in the shop on slow days, and he never forgets to pop in next door to pay Chopper a visit. The citizens of Pelican Town are pretty evenly split on whether Luffy is a menace or a boon to their sleepy little village, but Luffy loves them all regardless of their individual opinions.

*in duress*

I'm not thinking about a one piece/stardew valley au I'm not thinking about a one piece/stardew valley au I'm not-

[somewheretokyo]

スターピース　倉俣史朗 倉俣さんを代表するモチーフのスターピースです。内装材としていくつかの店舗で大々的に使われてたものですが、一部家具にも使われていました。いわゆるテラゾーを倉俣式に作ったものです。色とりどりの廃材ガラスを砕いて混ぜたというもの。倉俣さんのアクリル作品にも劣らない美しさがあります。 こちらは80年代の最初期に作られたブロック状のものです。スターピースは製造方法の性質上、個体により雰囲気に差があります。特にガラスの色どりや表情などですが、今まで色々と見た中でもこちらのものは個人的にはいい雰囲気だと思います。 また床材でなくブロックなので、置きやすく��りやすい点もいいと思います。 Star Piece Shiro Kuramata Since I have had a few question about Star Piece, I will explain what this is. Star Piece is designed and developed as interior or exterior material. Mainly floor material. Terrazzo mixed in disposed glasses that were broken into small chips. It is famous story that coke bottle was used. In some of Kuramata’s interior such as Issai Miyake shop or Esprit showroom, Star Piece was used on floor, sometimes for furniture in there. He adopted it for Kyoto table in the Memphis collection. floor material of Star Piece was sold later. Due to production process, Appearance and atmosphere of Star Piece are all different. This block model is from early age probably 1983 or 1984 made. I feel this Star Piece has poetic. Since I am Japanese, I feel Japanese style of minimal beauty or vacant space beauty in it. #starpiece #shirokuramata #kuramata #倉俣史朗 #倉俣 #japanesedesign #somewheretokyo #postmoderndesign https://www.instagram.com/p/B64fHFbnvbW/?igshid=197l4k7neu6os

[isshinfuran]

💌 :0

idolized valentines v3 ruby ssr!

[maskyartist]

Cringe culture’s over post ur sonic ocs