#traf-guy

[wassersieben]

Cora and Law have their own place in the wholesome area of my heart. They are my comfort ship.

he's my beautiful princess with a disorder

[oksurethisismyname]

Zoro isn’t stupid. He’d heard the cook talk about his preferences in men and he could see the patterns.

Zoro overheard him one afternoon, gossiping with Nami and Robin back on the Sunny, and he had a list of qualifications for a man to catch his eye

He’d said “Someone Luffy trusts, he’s a great judge of character” ok well that explains Ace

“Someone loyal and honorable” ok he’d heard about that Pedro guy so that tracks

“Someone strong, who can hold their own in a fight, maybe a swordsman” alright he hadn’t been able to see the cooks face but he heard the giggles from Nami and Robin. Was he talking about Traffy? They’d had some sort of weird north blue bond thing and Traf was like… really into the germ 76 shit or whatever.

“Someone with moss for brains that eavesdrops on conversations they aren’t party to” wait what-

Before he realizes, he’s pulled out Wado and it collides with a dress shoe. As he fights, he wonders how much of that was true and how much was to fuck with him

[pocket-jack]

Law: I told you, too much concealer could cause the allergic reaction. Especially when you're buying them from some shady guy! Find a normal concealer, or just drop it

Kid: Well, 'm gonna look ugly then!

Law: Where did that attitude came from? You've always hided your body mutations from people, why?

Kid: Because everyone thinks I'm ugly (And fucking mutant, apparently). I've told you that before and you've drowned me in unwanted compliments!

Luffy: I think you're beautiful, Jaggy

Kid: Why?

Law: What do you mean why?? Can't we just think that you're beautiful without the reason???

Kid: No??

Luffy: I think it's the matter of perception, honestly...

Law: ...Wait... Luffy, do you understand what that word means?

Luffy: Yes, I do. My hypothesis is... That our vision of a person also depends of our relations to them. Like... If I'm gonna look at a person who have caused pain to my friends, I won't count them as beautiful. And it's not the matter of mentality, but a subconscious and objective feelings towards the others around me. If I'll love or care about a person, I subconsciously will find them attractive and beautiful no matter what they'll do. As an example of my hypothesis, I think that my crew is pretty, because I care about them...

Kid and Law: D:

Luffy: So if you need a meaning for my statement... Then I think Jaggy is beautiful because I love him 💛

Kid and Law: ...

Law: Did you just............. Made a logical argument referring to psychology?..

Luffy: Eeeehhh.... If this "psylogeny" is something cool, then yeah!

Luffy: Alright! I'll go find some cool bugs to show you! See ya around! 🌻

Kid: ....

Law: ...

Kid: Traf, I don't mean to ruin the moment... But I kinda have the most weirdest boner right now

[kyno3584]

“Traf-guy”

Only 200 more episodes till I reached 1,000 episodes!!! One of my favorite characters by far.

[Status: Currently on Whole Cake Island Arc]

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 18: Fragile Promises

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter! Thank you to everyone, who has followed, who has liked the series so far, who has reblogged, commented. I cant wait for you guys to continue reading what else I have in store! I'll also be creating a masterlist soon so that way its more organized for you guys!. We have a surprise guest in this chapter so you dont want to miss this! Chapter 19, will be uploaded tonight as well. And we are getting the showdown! Law vs Vergo and Y/N vs Monet! We even got some Sanji moments in there as well!  But without further ado let's get to it!

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Sanji X Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13,chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, chapter 17, Chapter 18 (here)

Sanji POV… 

"I’m not going anywhere... I promise," I murmured, holding Y/N close as she clung to my coat. Seeing her so bruised and battered, her top missing and her wounds still fresh, made my heart ache. I felt a pang of guilt and jealousy knowing I wasn’t there to protect her.

"Y/N... where’s your top?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the jealousy and concern I felt.

"Oh, that," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "The Yeti Cool Brothers kidnapped Nami and me. I was tied up, and my back was bruised and bleeding. After Traffy rescued us, we went back to the encampment. I gave Chopper the ointment I used during training so my wounds could heal faster. Chopper, who was in your body at the time, helped with the ointment. Then Traffy saw I needed more care and took over. He bandaged me up, but I need to get this tightened again later."

The thought of Chopper and Law seeing her so vulnerable filled me with a mix of jealousy and frustration. Just then, Law’s voice cut through my thoughts.

"Hey, Cook!" Law called, his tone dripping with mockery.

"What now, Traf—" I began, but Law cut me off.

"I’m giving Y/N my coat again," Law said, tossing it toward her. "It’s warmer and should cover her better."

Y/N caught the coat and put it on, visibly relieved but still looking exhausted. "Thanks, Traffy."

"Don’t mention it," Law said, his smirk never fading. "Just doing my part."

I shot Law a heated glare, unable to hide my frustration. "You think you’re so noble, always swooping in like you’re the only one who can help."

Law’s smirk widened. "Well, maybe I actually care about her well-being. Unlike some people who only show up when it’s convenient."

"Convenient?" I snapped, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice. "You think you’re the only one who cares? What about all the times I’ve been there for her?"

Law’s eyes flashed with irritation. "You were there, but clearly not enough. I’m the one who’s making sure she’s okay now."

With a sudden, almost casual movement, Law activated his Devil Fruit ability. "ROOM," he said, creating a spatial bubble around Y/N. The space shifted, and before I could react, Law pulled Y/N closer to him, his arm wrapped protectively around her.

"Traffy, what are you—" I began, but Law cut me off with a sharp glance.

"Just making sure she’s comfortable," Law said coolly, his eyes locked onto Y/N with a possessive intensity.

Y/N looked up at Law, her eyes tired but grateful. "Traffy... thank you."

Law’s gaze softened as he looked at Y/N. "Don’t mention it. Just making sure you’re alright."

I clenched my fists, my jealousy boiling over. "Yeah, well, don’t think you’re the only one who can play the hero here."

Law’s smirk returned, though his eyes remained locked on Y/N. "You’re just mad because you can’t always be the one saving the day."

As we moved forward, the tension between Law and me was palpable. Our feelings for Y/N created a rivalry that was impossible to ignore, but for now, we had to focus on her safety and well-being. 

Just then, I saw Law’s hand gently cup Y/N’s cheek. My heart clenched as I watched him lean in slowly, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made my jealousy flare. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude.

Law’s face was close to hers, and I could see the softness in his expression. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, a gesture that spoke volumes about his feelings.

I couldn’t contain my frustration any longer. "Hey, Traf! Get your hands off her!"

Law’s gaze shifted to me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and defiance. "And why would I do that, Cook? She needs comfort right now."

"Comfort?" I snapped, trying to control the anger in my voice. "You think you’re the only one who can give her that? Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you have a monopoly on caring for her."

Law’s expression hardened. "Maybe you’re just jealous because you weren’t the one who got to be here for her when she needed it the most."

Before I could retort, I saw Y/N start to make her way back to the first floor. She turned to Law and gave him a warm smile, one that made Law’s cheeks flush slightly. His smirk returned, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched her leave.

"Alright," Law said, regaining his composure and shifting back to the matter at hand. "As you may notice, the whole island is completely covered in gas, but there is a way out. There's a passage that's completely enclosed, leading to the sea. This lab is massive, which means it has multiple buildings. We’re currently in Building A. Once you pass Building B, you’ll find Building R. Look for a door marked R-66. That passage will lead you to the sea."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. "Here’s the deal: you all have 2 hours to escape, or you’ll die. As Law turned to head towards another passage in the lab, he cast one last glance back at Y/N. A sly smirk played on his lips as he called out, "Y/N, you stay safe out there! I’ll be sure to have a repeat of our session just in case your wounds need tending."

The comment made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, barely restraining myself. His smirk was infuriating, especially with the way he was so casually referring to their intimate moments.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly at Law’s words, but she managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Traffy. I appreciate it." 

Law gave her a final nod before disappearing down the passage. I watched him go, my jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

Y/N POV.. 

To say that the interaction between Sanji and Law was going to be peachy was an understatement. The tension between them was thick, and I felt it weighing heavily on my already exhausted body. I was emotionally and mentally drained, barely holding it together. When Law used Room to separate me from Sanji, it reminded me of the chaotic moments back at Sabaody.

What really threw me off was Law’s kiss on the forehead and his slick comment about our "repeat session." His words made my face flush with heat, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Sure, he had tended to my wounds, but the way he spoke about it made it sound like something far more intimate. I chuckled softly to myself, thinking that maybe I should tone down the flirting... but then again, where would the fun in that be?

After grabbing my sword, which I had dropped earlier, I turned to see Zoro approaching me. His usual stoic expression softened as he saw me, and he enveloped me in a warm hug.

"Hey, Y/N," Zoro said, his voice gentle but filled with concern. "You alright? You look like you’ve been through hell and back."

I managed a small smile despite my fatigue. "Just about. It’s been a rough day, but I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking."

Zoro gave me a reassuring squeeze before stepping back.

“You know Zoro, after today I might just take your offer on that tall cup of Sake.” I said. 

Zoro raised an eyebrow, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. "Oh? You remember that offer, huh? I’ll hold you to it. We can get a drink after this mess is sorted out."

I chuckled softly, feeling a small flicker of relief. "Definitely. I think I’ll need it after everything that’s happened."

As Smokey’s orders reverberated through the lab, the urgency in the air was palpable.

“Listen up, men!” Smokey’s commanding voice cut through the chaos. “We’re searching for missing children and then finding the door labeled R-66. According to Law, it’ll lead us to a harbor where we can escape Punk Hazard. Move out!”

The G-5 soldiers responded with a determined "Understood!" and swiftly began their search.

Nami took charge, organizing everyone with practiced efficiency. “We’re splitting up to find the kids and head to R-66. Let’s go!”

As we prepared to head to the door, Sanji’s hand reached out, grabbing my wrist with a firm yet gentle grip. His eyes were filled with a mixture of intense worry and frustration.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. “I need you to be careful. This place... it’s not safe. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you.”

I looked up at him, my heart aching at the sight of his concern. “Sanji..” 

Sanji’s eyes searched mine, his expression pained. “It’s… It’s... I care about you more than I can put into words. Seeing you hurt, or in danger—it tears me apart. I don’t want to lose you.”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes at his heartfelt words. “Sanji, I care about you too. Your worry means everything to me. I promise I’ll be as careful as I can.”

Sanji’s grip on my wrist tightened for a moment before he let go, his face a mix of relief and lingering concern. “Just... please, be safe. I need to know you’re alright. More than anything.”

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I promise. I’ll be careful.”

Sanji gave me a final, lingering look, his eyes full of unspoken emotions. “Stay safe, Y/N.”

As Zoro and I moved toward the doors, a sudden commotion drew our attention. The G-5 soldiers had surrounded us, their weapons at the ready. Without hesitation, I sheathed my sword and clenched my right hand, connecting it with my left palm, sending a surge of electricity crackling through the air.

The energy built up, crackling and sparking around my right hand as I prepared to strike. The tension was palpable, and I could feel the intensity of the moment, my heartbeat quickening in anticipation. Zoro, sensing the shift in the air, tightened his grip on his swords, ready to spring into action at any moment.  

Just as I prepared to strike, Zoro suddenly dropped his swords, his expression fierce. "Zoro?!" I exclaimed, confused and alarmed.

“Hey, Luffy!” Zoro shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

“What’s mosshead doing now? This better be good,” Sanji muttered, his concern evident despite his frustration.

“Luffy, you hear me?” Zoro continued, his tone urgent. “You’ve got to get it together! We’re in the New World! The stakes are high!”

I couldn’t help but smirk at Zoro’s commanding tone. Sanji joined in, a grin spreading across his face. “Just what we needed—a kick in the ass.”

Luffy, looking both surprised and somewhat abashed, scratched the back of his head. “Sorry about that. It won’t happen again.” His grin returned, more determined this time. With Luffy heading off toward Caesar, Smoker followed close behind, leaving Tashigi with the G-5 soldiers.

Suddenly, alarms began blaring throughout the lab. “What’s happening now?” I muttered, just as a G-5 soldier lunged at me with a blade. I quickly sent a shock through him, causing him to drop his weapon and stagger back. The other G-5 soldiers, startled, began cocking their guns again.

Before they could take aim, Zoro stepped forward, his voice commanding, “Stand down.” The authority in his tone was unmistakable as he grabbed the hilts of his swords. The Samurai and Brook readied themselves as well, preparing to strike. In unison, they launched attack after attack, slicing through obstacles and creating a clear passage.

“Y/N, get on,” Sanji called out, extending his hand toward me as he mounted Brownbeard’s back. His expression was serious, his concern for me evident. “We’ve got this, now let’s go find those kids.” says Nami, as we begin to hurry to the door. 

“Yeah!” Usopp echoed, determination in his voice.

Just as Zoro was about to unleash another attack to clear the way, Tashigi suddenly appeared, blocking his path with her sword. “Tashigi?” I said, surprised to see her intervene.

“But Captain, why?” one of the G-5 soldiers asked, confusion evident in his voice.

Zoro smirked, recognizing the familiar face in front of him. “Why hello, there, copycat. Captain now, huh? So why don’t you want to fight me?” His tone was teasing, but the challenge was clear as he held his stance, ready for anything.

Tashigi glanced back and forth between Zoro and me, her expression torn. “I see now where you get that smart mouth of yours, Y/N,” she said, her tone a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Guilty as charged,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension in the air.

After a moment of internal conflict, Tashigi broke away, turning to her men with determination. “Everyone, leave! Now!” she ordered, her voice firm and unyielding. The G-5 soldiers hesitated for a moment before following her command, retreating toward the doors.

Seeing the opportunity, we urged Brownbeard to hurry. “The only way out of this building is to escape now,” Tashigi shouted, her urgency palpable. “Caesar is trying to fence us in!”

We barely had time to process her words when a gunshot echoed through the lab, shattering the tense silence. The shot had pierced a wall, causing the poison gas from outside to start seeping in. The deadly mist crept toward us, its effects immediate as some of the G-5 soldiers began to turn to stone.

“RUN! NOW!” Tashigi yelled, her voice laced with desperation as she tried to get her men to move. We sprinted toward the sliding door, the gas closing in fast. Just as the door was about to shut, a few of the G-5 men grabbed their captain, throwing her over the threshold to safety.

“Let go of me! Our men are out there! We need to help them!” Tashigi cried, struggling against the soldiers holding her back.

“No can do, Captain,” one of the men said, his voice strained with emotion. “Please, just let me go!” Tashigi pleaded, tears brimming in her eyes as she fought to return to her men.

“Excellent Marines! Thank you! Our captain is safe; you’ve done the Navy proud! We’ll take it from here,” another soldier said, his voice steady as the door finally shut, sealing off the gas—and their fate.

We watched in silence, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on us. The lab was filled with the quiet sound of Tashigi’s muffled sobs as she struggled against the reality of the situation, her tears a stark contrast to the grim resolve of the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves for her safety.

“Brownbeard, let’s move,” Nami said firmly, as we began to leave Tashigi and the G-5 behind. Robin had rejoined us, her presence a small comfort in the chaos.

“I can’t believe he’d destroy his own lab,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “He must be desperate to wipe us all out.”

“We may have escaped, but it doesn’t mean we’re safe yet,” Usopp said, taking off his coat. “We need to find those children and get to Gate R-66 fast.”

“Agreed,” Sanji added, his tone grim as he took a drag from his cigarette. “The sooner we get out of here, the better. I’ve had enough of this island.”

I lay back on Brownbeard’s back, wincing as pain shot through my leg. “Damn Vergo,” I muttered, clutching my leg.

Sanji noticed my discomfort and immediately knelt beside me, his expression turning from concern to determination. He carefully examined the damage on my leg, his brow furrowing as he took in the extent of Vergo's brutality.

“This is worse than I thought,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “You’re hurt badly. I should’ve been here to stop this from happening.”

He took a deep breath and grabbed some cloth from his coat pocket, swiftly tearing it into strips. His hands worked with a focused urgency as he began to bandage my leg, his movements precise and firm. “Hold still,” he instructed, his voice gentle but insistent. “I’m going to do what I can to ease the pain and make it more manageable.”

As he wrapped the cloth around my leg, he looked up at me with a mix of worry and resolve. “I should have protected you better,” he said, his voice tinged with guilt. “I know I can’t undo what happened, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. We’ll get through this.”

Despite the pain, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. “Sanji, thank you,” I said softly, touched by his dedication. “I appreciate everything you’re doing.”

Sanji finished bandaging my leg, giving it a gentle pat. “We’re getting out of here,” he said firmly. “And once we’re safe, I’ll make sure you get the help you need. Just hold on a little longer.”

Before I could respond, Zoro shouted, “Hey, can’t you run any faster!” to Brownbeard, who was struggling under the weight of everyone on his back.

“Are you kidding?!” Brownbeard retorted, gasping for breath. “You guys are getting heavy! When did all of you get on my back?”

“You’ll have to forgive us, Brownbeard,” Zoro said with a shrug. “We don’t have much of a choice.”

“Really?! It better be a good one!” Brownbeard huffed.

“It is,” Zoro said, his tone deadpan. “We’ve been running all day, and now we don’t want to stop.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction. The levity was a welcome distraction from the pain in my leg.

“That’s a horrible excuse! Get off my back!” Brownbeard grumbled, his frustration evident.

The Samurai, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. “Good sir, your name is Brownbeard, correct?”

“Yes,” Brownbeard replied, still running. “Why?”

“It pains me to ask this,” the Samurai continued, “but my son has been taken, and I need to rescue him as soon as possible.”

“Huh?? Your son?” Brownbeard asked, clearly taken aback.

“Yes,” the Samurai confirmed. “I simply need your assistance because I am too tired to run.”

“You guys are horrible!” Brownbeard complained, shaking his head. “Get off my back!”

“I’m feeling a bit hungry,” Brook said cheerfully. “Brownbeard, do you have any snacks stored back here?”

“Ohh, I’d kill for some food right about now,” I added, rubbing my stomach. “And a drink too.”

Sanji’s eyes lit up with determination. “Ohhh, my goddess is hungry! Don’t you worry, I’ll whip you up a meal that will put you back to health in no time. No need for Law or Chopper to come and take care of you.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Seriously, Sanji? You’re thinking about cooking right now? We’re in the middle of a crisis!”

Sanji shot him a sharp look. “Well, someone has to make sure Y/N’s taken care of. It’s not like you’re offering any help.”

“Help? I’m carrying a sword and fighting off enemies while you’re planning your next culinary masterpiece!” Zoro retorted, crossing his arms. “Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one worried about Y/N.”

Sanji’s face reddened, his concern clearly turning into frustration. “Of course I’m worried! I’m trying to make sure Y/N is okay while you’re just standing around with your usual attitude!”

Brook chuckled at the exchange. “You two are always good for a laugh, even when things are tough.”

The sound of Brook’s laughter managed to pull a genuine smile from me, and I let out a soft chuckle despite my exhaustion.

Sanji suddenly stood up, his expression serious. “Guys, I’ll be right back. Mosshead, take care of Y/N.”

“Wait, Sanji, where are you—” I started to ask, but before I could finish, Sanji leaped into the air, using his Sky Walk technique to disappear into the distance.

“I wonder why he left?” I said, glancing at Zoro and Usopp.

“He probably sensed an enemy nearby,” Usopp suggested, his tone thoughtful.

“Ohhh, you’re right,” I murmured, watching Sanji’s retreating figure.

“Yeah, he’s got a sixth sense for these things,” Zoro said, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “Just stay alert.”

I nodded, my gaze following the path Sanji had taken. “Take care of yourself, Sanji,” I whispered, hoping he’d hear me somehow despite the distance.

Sanji’s POV… 

How dare that... that... egotistical asshole try to put the moves on my Y/N! The memory of Law’s smug face only fueled my anger. Once we get out of here, I won’t go easy on him. But what matters most right now is that I have my love back.

Seeing Y/N like this, bruises marking her beautiful skin, dried blood matted in her hair, her lip busted open—it tore me apart inside. I wasn’t there to stop this... I wasn’t there to protect you! The guilt gnawed at me, a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet here you are, looking at me with such grace, such love... I truly don’t deserve someone like you, Y/N.

When Y/N muttered, “Damn Vergo,” struggling to put weight on her injured leg, it felt like a knife to my heart. I couldn’t stand to see her in pain. I moved closer, the concern in my chest growing heavier.

“Let me see,” I said, my voice firm, but laced with the worry I couldn’t hide. I knelt down, taking in the sight of the dark purple bruise, the swelling on her right leg. It’s worse than I thought... Frustration bubbled up inside me, mixing with the guilt I carried. “You’re hurt badly...” I muttered, my voice thick with regret. “I should’ve done more for you.”

With shaking hands, I pulled out some cloth from inside my coat pocket, tearing off pieces to use as a makeshift bandage. As I started wrapping her leg, I whispered, “I swear, Y/N, I’ll never let anything like this happen to you again. I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

I finished bandaging her leg, giving it a gentle pat before looking up at her. The concern in my eyes was met with a soft, reassuring smile from Y/N, but it wasn’t enough to ease the guilt gnawing at me. As we continued our journey to rescue the children and get the hell out of Punk Hazard, a sudden shift in the air caught my attention. I paused, listening intently. It was faint, but unmistakable—a woman’s tears.

I must help! The thought was immediate, instinctual. I couldn’t ignore a lady in distress, not when she needed me.

“Guys, I’ll be right back,” I said, my voice firm with resolve. “Mosshead, take care of Y/N.”

Zoro grumbled something under his breath, but before Y/N could protest, I was already in motion. "Wait, Sanji, where are you..." her voice trailed off as I left the group, skywalking through the air with a singular focus—finding and helping the woman in need. Nothing else mattered in that moment. I’d find her, make sure she was safe, and then return to Y/N and the others. I wasn’t going to let anyone suffer if I could do something about it.

As I continued my way through the corridors, the distant cries of a woman grew louder, leading me right to the source. "Bingo!" I murmured, honing in on the sound. "I hear a lady in need of my help!" Without hesitation, I launched a powerful kick, sending the man who was causing her harm flying into a nearby wall. I landed gracefully, standing tall with determination etched on my face. Pulling out my cigarette, I lit it with a practiced flick, taking a slow drag before blowing out a puff of smoke.

"I heard the heart-breaking sound of a woman’s tears," I declared, finally coming face to face with the poor lady. But before I could say more, an alarm began blaring, its shrill noise echoing through the halls. "Crap, not this again!" I cursed under my breath, as the G-5 men around us scrambled to retreat, leaving me alone with this scumbag.

The man, still dazed from my kick, looked up at me with a sneer. "You’re a pirate," he spat. "Why are you helping a bunch of Marines?"

"Because you’re not supposed to hit ladies, scumbag," I shot back, my voice low and filled with menace. "Didn’t your parents ever teach you that?"

"Ladies, huh?" He mocked, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "Then I should’ve done more to the Princess. How’s her right leg doing?"

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, realization dawning on me in an instant. "Vergo!" I snarled, my hands clenching into fists. This was the scum who touched my Y/N!

He saw the recognition in my eyes and relished in it. "She’s a feisty one, let me tell you," he continued, taunting me. "I just couldn’t keep my hands off her. Would’ve done more if we were alone in a room."

Rage surged through me, hotter than any fire. I could feel my blood boiling, every muscle in my body tensing with the overwhelming urge to beat this bastard into the ground. "You’re going to regret ever laying a hand on her," I growled, my voice trembling with barely controlled fury.

This wasn’t just about defending a lady anymore—this was personal. This was for Y/N. And I wasn’t going to hold back.

Vergo sneered, unfazed by my anger. "I don't have time for your mortal platitudes," he spat, launching a barrage of kicks that I met with my own. Each strike reverberated through the corridor, the sheer force of our blows shaking the walls around us.

"What's a Straw Hat doing helping us?" one of the G-5 men muttered, watching the battle in disbelief.

"You saved my life," the woman—Tashigi, I realized—said, her voice filled with gratitude despite the chaos.

But there was no time to respond as Vergo pressed his attack, his moves precise and brutal. I countered with equal ferocity, determination blazing in my eyes. With a swift pivot, I unleashed my Flanchet Full Power Strike, my leg igniting with intense flames as I drove the blow into Vergo’s chest, sending him crashing through the wall once again.

"Holy crap, he's strong," one of the G-5 men exclaimed, their awe clear in their voices.

But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. This fight was far from over, and I was going to make sure Vergo regretted every single moment he spent laying a hand on Y/N.

"We gotta give him some backup, Captain!" a few of the Marines shouted, their voices trembling with urgency.

"What are you morons doing?!" I yelled, noticing the door sealing the gas was now opening. "Caesar wants to seal you up to poison you! See what I mean!"

Just then, Vergo stood up, his expression unreadable as he prepared for another round. "Well, would you look at that," I muttered, realizing what was going on. "You've got metal under your skin. Y/N never had a chance," I whispered, the rage bubbling up inside me again.

"Quit interfering," Vergo growled, launching himself at me once more.

I met his attack head-on, my foot connecting with his body in a powerful kick. But suddenly, I felt a sharp crack in my leg. "Crap," I hissed, quickly dodging Vergo’s relentless assault, evading each of his strikes by mere inches.

"Black-Leg, the door is closing fast! Get out of there!" one of the Marines shouted, panic in his voice.

I managed to break away from Vergo just in time, but not before noticing some of the Marines lying motionless on the ground. "Crap!" I cursed, rushing over to them. "Hey! Stay with me!"

Just then, an announcement blared over the speakers, "Law made it to the factory room! The traitor Trafalgar Law made it to the factory room!" The announcement cut off as the door closed, trapping the gas inside.

I barely managed to escape with the two Marine officers in tow, leaping into the air and calling down, "Hey! Everyone made it!" I said, my tone lighter as I spotted Tashigi. "Especially you, Tashigi!" I added, with a bit of a flirtatious edge.

"Keep kicking ass, Black-Leg! Yeah, you rock!" the G-5 Marines cheered.

"I don’t care about you!" I shot back, dropping the two Marines unceremoniously on the ground. "Ladies only!"

One of the soldiers, his tone concerned, offered, "We could give you first aid if you need it?"

"Shut up! If it’s not a thank-you kiss from your captain, I don’t want to hear it!" I retorted, lighting a cigarette with a flick of my lighter. As I exhaled, I muttered to myself, "I got lucky—that kick could have destroyed me." My mind wandered back to Y/N. "That’s the same armament Haki that injured Y/N’s right leg."

Turning to the Marines, I noticed one of them pale and trembling. "Well, I never met the guy, but he turned pale and ran off. Besides, he’s got hell to pay after what he did to my Y/N."

"Anyway, we should get moving," I continued, my tone shifting back to urgency. "We have to save those kids."

And with that, Tashigi, the G-5 men, and I began running, determined to find the children and make it out of this hellhole alive.

Doflamingo POV…

"So, Law is going after SAD," I said, hearing the news from my transponder snail.

"With this development, there's no doubt he has betrayed us," said Vergo.

"I see," I replied, laughing at the whole scheme. "Well, can't say I'm shocked, but that's some gratitude. Treated him like a brother, and this is the thanks I get," I said, lounging on my sofa. "He made it to the manufacturing room, Vergo?"

"Yes, sir."

"He's also fancied a girl here, a 'princess,' if you will," said Vergo.

"Is that so?" I muttered, intrigue sparking within me.

"She's quite a fighter, and she's feisty as hell," Vergo whistled. "I still regret not taking her to a room alone."

Just then, Baby 5 came crashing through the window, glass shattering around her. She stood in front of me, gun pointed directly at my chest, tears welling in her eyes.

"I’ve heard rumors about a 'Princess'... Is she the one who’s captured his heart? Tell me, Doffy! Says Baby 5. Baby 5 cried, her voice trembling as she lowered the gun slightly.

I ignored her cries, dismissing her completely as I turned back to Vergo. "Misfortune never comes alone," I mused, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Then his misfortune will be my doing."

I threw my head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room as Baby 5 stood there, torn between anger and sorrow. I could feel her desperation, but it was irrelevant to me. Law had crossed a line, and if he thought he could get away unscathed, he was more of a fool than I imagined.

Y/N POV… 

"You know, this dragon doesn’t seem like a runt at all," says Zoro, now lying beside me. Turns out the dragon from before—yeah, it was drugged up, and now the effects have worn off, revealing its true potential.

"Indeed," I replied to Zoro, watching the dragon’s fierce movements.

"Will you two quit it and do something!" Usopp shouted, desperate as the dragon breathed fire dangerously close to us.

"Can’t, I’m on watch duty," Zoro said, casually pointing at me.

"And I’m trying to recover," I added with a smirk.

"You're not helping, Y/N!" Usopp exclaimed, his voice a mix of frustration and fear. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"Fear not, my friends! I have a score to settle with this dragon, and I shall protect you!" declared the samurai—Kin’emon, as I had learned his name. "By the might of my sword, this dragon shall be vanquished!"

"Not so fast!" interrupted Brook, stepping forward with his sword drawn. "This dragon and I also have a score to settle!"

"Ohhh, are we getting a show too?" I teased, leaning back slightly. "This is when snacks would have come in handy."

"And booze," Zoro agreed, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

The tension in the air was palpable, but amidst it all, I couldn’t help but chuckle at our little group’s dynamic. The dragon roared again, and while the others prepared to fight, Zoro and I simply exchanged a knowing glance, savoring the chaotic yet oddly familiar atmosphere.

"But, Brook, you just met the dragon today?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"True," Brook admitted, "but it looked like it was going to eat me! Then it turned away like I was some bag of bones! It’s accurate, but still hurts!"

"There, there, pal, it's okay," Usopp said, trying to comfort Brook from the sting of the dragon's rejection, patting him on the back as Brook sniffled dramatically.

The sight of Usopp consoling a skeleton about being rejected by a dragon was too much, and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Even Zoro let out a low chuckle beside me, the absurdity of the situation taking the edge off the tension.

"Only us," I muttered, shaking my head as the samurai and Brook readied themselves for their showdown with the dragon. "Only us."

Just then, Nami released her Thunder Trap, shocking the dragon with a powerful jolt of electricity. The dragon roared in pain, and neither Kin'emon nor Brook managed to vanquish the beast.

"Well done, breast band girl! You're skilled in the ninja arts, I see," said Kin'emon, nodding approvingly.

Turning towards Kin'emon, I clenched my right hand, a surge of protective anger welling up inside me. "Nami, want me to—"

"No, Y/N, it’s okay," Nami interjected, her voice calm and reassuring.

I slowly unclenched my hand, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Just then, Usopp stepped forward, launching his Special Attack: Raposa. The dragon’s senses were disoriented as the attack hit, causing it to thrash about in confusion.

"What?! The long-nose man can conjure sorcery too?" Kin'emon exclaimed in amazement.

"What did you call me?!" Usopp shouted back, indignant at the "long-nose" remark.

Then Robin joined the fray, her calm voice cutting through the chaos. "Cien Fleur: Quatro Mano, Hold." Giant hands sprouted from the ground, grabbing hold of the dragon and forcing it down.

"Are you all powerful ninjas?" Kin'emon gasped, running forward with Brook, both eager to finally vanquish the dragon.

Zoro and I exchanged a look, stifling our laughter as the scene unfolded.

[jaded-tisay]

translating “tora-o”

luffy’s nickname for law, torao, gets translated multiple ways: tra-guy, traffy... after reading the skulduggery pleasant books in which the titular character is nicknamed “skul-man”, i hereby propose yet another translation for law’s nickname:

Traf-man

(in this vein luffy’s nickname for kid, gizao, could also be Jag-man)

[shwoomgloom]

🔵Traf Guy🔵

-I love Law, what more is there to say. He’s cool.

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A4 - Donquixote Rosinante / Goofy fun

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"Hurry up, Cora-san! Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay! Just gotta... there."

Cora pulled up from your sleeping form on the couch, placing his hands on his hips successfully. He had planted the trap.

In his hand; a can of whipped cream. In his mushroom-hatted accomplice's hand; a feather. Little Law was snickering quietly behind his palm as he passed over the feather to Cora. He gave the boy a wink and a thumbs up before kneeling beside you to tickle your nose.

Law peeked in from behind Cora's shoulder to watch yourself smear whipped cream all over your face. This had been his idea after all, and after getting his uncle convinced, he was practically vibrating with excitement. "Their eyes! I saw them move!" Law whisper-shouted, pointing at you as you slept.

"Don't worry, Traffy. You'll get your revenge." Cora stuck out his tongue to carefully and unknowingly pet your nose with the feather, making you smear your palm of cream all over your face.

This had all started when you thought it would be funny to tell Law you ate all of his halloween candy. To say the kid was sad was an understatement; after telling you it was alright, he stomped to his room and cried into his pillow. It seemed he had been looking forward to his Reese's cups. When he found out it was a joke, though, he pouted and swore to get you back.

Now, he watched Cora lean over you and tickle your unsuspecting nose, a child-like smile painted across his cheeks. "This is gonna be good. Great idea, Traf."

Law's confident smirk graced his features-

Until, in one fateful moment, your hand collided with skin, splatting cream everywhere and causing you to startle from your sleep. Law started to laugh, but his giggles deafened as he observed the scene. However, it seemed you weren't the one covered in cool whip.

It took a moment for Cora to realize he had been smacked in the face with your handful of whipped cream, but when he did, he couldn't control his laughter and fell onto the floor, leaving both you and Law confused on what the hell had just happened.

When he explained the situation, you had only one response,

"Of course a joke planned by you would backfire."

"Well, at least it was still funny! I'm sorry I tried to trick you. Lemme give you a kiss to make it up." Cora laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips before rubbing his nose against yours, leaving you both soiled with sugary faces.

"And I still gotcha."

Before Law could make his dramatic gagging noises and tell you guys to stop, he got one look at your face and lost it. The revenge he was so savagely seeking was quenched. You couldn't even be mad at how Law fell on the floor laughing, saying it looked like a bird pooped on you both. It was a harmless prank, and you loved both of the boys too much to let something so cute get to you.

[mihawking]

Tin Lover - Ch. 17

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“So, hey, how are you and Law doing? You guys seem very happy.” 

“We’re great!” Luffy answers with a beaming grin. “Happy, yeah! It feels like I’ve known him forever. Wicked, huh?”

“They always say that’s how it should feel,” Sanji comments, smiling softly at his friend. “It’s really great to see Law happy in a relationship. I’ve never known him not single, but he has a lot to give.”

“Traf’s the best. Glad he let me scoop him up.” Luffy gives Sanji a knowing look. “Is that how it felt with you and Zoro? Like forever, right?”

Suddenly, Sanji feels all too naked under his friend’s probing gaze. He scratches the back of his head with a small, awkward laugh. “I don’t know if I’d describe it that way…”

“But you’re friends again, right? You fixed things? I can tell,” Luffy comments further, swallowing the last of his churros and wiping his hands on his shirt. “Zoro’s doing better.”

“Yeah. I think he is too,” Sanji replies, glancing over to where Zoro and Law are approaching them, the former happily carrying his beloved beer flight in hand. “And I think we’re doing okay as friends.” 

“Are you happy?” Luffy asks with a smile.

Sanji’s expression softens as he makes eye contact with Zoro. As much as it hurts to be on Zoro’s periphery, he’s content to still be in his orbit. “Yeah, I think I am.”

[canmom]

other news, I went to the Palestine demo at traf square today. something like a reportback.

if you're not familiar with the British protest scene, there's a few standard 'types' of political demonstration. there's the large scale gathering at Trafalgar Square or Parliament Square, which will typically march from one to the other and then stand about listening to speeches. (other popular destinations include the BBC HQ). these happen pretty regularly, and they serve as a recruiting ground for odious Trotskyist cults like the SWP, who print out hundreds of signs prominently displaying the name of their newspaper along with a slogan to unwitting protestors who never heard of Comrade Delta.

then there are smaller demos by the anarchist/antifa/etc. set, which often aim to be more disruptive. these have a bunch of standard tactics associated with them - black bloc, flag lines etc. - but because they're riskier, it tends to be a much smaller group. sometimes this will be a mobilisation against a fascist demonstration, other times it will just be marching about and making noise for the sake of it. these are sometimes called 'spiky' protests. they tend to end up in a police kettle, or yelling at the fash from the other side of a cop line. usually the police make a few arrests and let the rest go. although they are definitely more exciting, they are rarely ever much more effective at changing shit than the former category of demo.

finally there are direct actions of various types which aim to actively disrupt something like an immigration raid, deportation flight, arms fair, weapons factory etc., often accepting the price that the participants will likely be arrested and imprisoned. but that's way too broad a subject to get into.

this demo was of the first type. so numbers were impressive, but by the same token, it was a pretty static demo - the speeches and chanting kind, not even an A to B march. very few people wore face coverings. a lot of police were present, but mostly did not attempt to kettle us, just hovered at the sidelines.

so, it was a huge gathering of people wanting to express in some way that they do not stand for what is happening in Gaza, demand the politicians call for a ceasefire, wave the Palestinian flag, and chant. here, some chants I caught:

"from the river to the sea" / "Palestine will be free"

"free! free!" / "Palestine!"

"1, 2, 3, 4" / "occupation no more!" / "5, 6, 7, 8" / "Israel is a terror state"

"in our thousands, in our millions" / "we are all Palestinians"

and of course the usual standards - arse treats, no justice no peace, etc. the protest signs were pretty to the point in general - inevitably you had the SWP signs but there were a lot of handmade signs expressing the hypocrises and ironies or just showing faces of the dead.

there were a couple of weird pro-israel guys behind a triple line of cops, I couldn't really hear what the hell they were trying to accomplish by showing up to the Palestine demo over all the 'shame on you'.

the most spiky part was when some people did a sit-in in charing cross station, which is just a street away from trafalgar. by the time I got there the cops had it blockaded and were closing the shutters to the station, so it was pretty successfully shut down for that hour or so.

after a while, when people started to leave, and the cops abruptly grabbed a young black guy out of the crowd. people reacted fast but not really fast enough, so it became a stalemate with a triple line of cops surrounding the guy against a van, and us surrounding the cops, yelling at them to release him. some white trot guy took the opportunity to propagandise on a megaphone about how a young black guy speaking in solidarity with palestinians represented a threat to the state, which seemed a bit like he'd already given up on a de-arrest or release. it was a pretty surreal situation, the cops had cameras pointed at us (to identify and arrest people later) and we had phones pointed at the cops (to make sure they behaved themselves and maybe help the guy when things get to trial, in theory).

unfortunately they weren't fully surrounded, so the pigs got him out of there around the back of a van, with our group following. hopefully somebody knows where he was taken to do arrestee support. honestly, it felt pretty frustrating - I think a bolder crowd could probably have pulled off a de-arrest, or even kept a tight bloc to stop him getting grabbed in the first place, but it wasn't that kind of demo.

numbers died down into the evening, but by the time i got too tired to continue, there were still sizable groups in the square drumming and chanting. cycling past it was quite a sight. of course, a few streets over in Soho you would see similarly massive crowds of people going for a night out between theatres and nightclubs. that's the thing that always gets me, how you can have no idea that there's a massive protest going on a short walk away. big cities are weird. (hell, on the way up there I passed a pub with a small crowd of dress-uniformed navy guys drinking and chatting. p sure they were navy, they had the little hats.)

I'm glad I went, I feel ashamed for not making it out in previous weeks - but that said I do still feel like neither sunak (the current prime minister, representing the conservatives) nor starmer (the leader of the ostensibly left-wing labour party) will give two shits if this is where it stops. Sunak is mostly using these protests as a chance to score culture-war points as we saw this morning. they are bringing in cops from as far as Wales, but I'm not convinced they really see the Palestine movement as a credible threat, more an inconvenience to manage. I don't know what it will take to shift that balance of power.

next week the protest falls on the 10 November, the weekend of Armistice Day. it seems unlikely there will be a ceasefire by then - and perhaps tactics will evolve.

[tailoroffates]

About this blog...

This blog was made to tell fantasy stories and talk about the struggles of anxiety, be it minor or severe. The majority of what you'll see here will likely be the former, however, there will also be posts about tips for those who struggle with anxiety as well. To find these posts search for the tag. "Anxiety tips."

Anything else you need to know about this blog is below, so if you're interested read on. :D

In a world once used as a battleground by the divines, the Guardians of Eden banded several ancient races together to place a multidimensional lock on the gateway linking all realms. The gods were physically sealed within their own realms and the mortals were left to pick up their pieces.

During the War of Gods, the divines fought as titans. Massive deities kicked holes through mountains, splashed the sea onto the mainland, and devastated mortals throughout Eden. Two races went extinct and the continents were left forever changed

Centuries later, the threat of a second coming arises when the lock securing the Omni Gate begins to crack, however, the world is divided. It's up to Danny, the last Guardian, and their friends to ally the armies of Eden's races before the lock on the Omni Gate breaks.

Meet the protagonists! (or at least the ones I've had time to draw :P)

The lady on the left is Karma, the last Guardian of Eden. The spitfire in the middle is Freitza, a Valkorri who is a savant with Pyromancy, and the one on young'un on the right is Danny. A Terranian who is adept with Geomancy and struggles against a curse he doesn't understand.

This is the main party of protagonists in The Garden That Burned series in the year 6276 TN.

I intend to release 3 different book series based in the same world in order to tell the full story. Though the timelines of the stories told will vary. The series will be released in the following order:

The Garden That Burned - The second coming of the War of Gods. I'll be releasing 5 books in this series. The first is in its final editing process right now and the second has already been started. I originally intended to release 3 books in the TGTB series, but it turns out I'm way too overopinionated to have only 3, so... Yeah...

The Rise & Fall - This series will be about the rise and fall of the Guardians of Eden. You'll learn why they broke apart and sneaky, hidden secrets about the next series. I hope to release 3 books in the TRAF series, but I only wanted three in TGTB and it ended up 5 books, so I don't know guys. I just don't know :P

Eldergenesis - This series can't be elaborated on right now because y'all haven't read the first two series and this one has spoilers :O This one will likely be 5 books. EG will tie all three series together.

To find any content in this blog related to these series, search for the tags TGTB, TRAF, and EG.

My actual name is Kat, but I go by TailorOfFates because I like to think that's what we do as writers. We tailor the fates of the characters we create. I struggle pretty often with anxiety, but I'm getting better at working through it. I'd consider myself an amateur writer so far, but my dream is to make a career of writing so I intend to keep at it until I can share my stories with all who will hear them. I've written as a hobby since I was young, and if I wasn't writing, I was drawing. It was sort of a pass time until I was around 21 years old. At that point in my life, I had (quite suddenly) developed agoraphobia. For 4 years I didn't leave my house, not even to enter the backyard. And if I did, I would experience severe panic attacks which usually led to fainting spells. It was a difficult period in my life, but one thing I discovered was that my hobby of writing had actually become therapeutic. It was at that time that I began to study psychology and anxiety to try and learn why my mind was rejecting the world around me. As a self-assigned therapy test, I told myself that I was going to create my own world. One where I knew the rules and I set the laws. Whenever I felt the anxiety coming on I would try and create something new. New flora, fauna, natural laws, magic systems, characters, solar systems, races, etc... Then, I was going to write a story in that setting. Don't get me wrong, I understand the difference between reality and fantasy, but this practice did actually help me feel better. Eventually, a friend of mine noticed my binder and a half worth of content and told me that I should create a D&D homebrew campaign with it. So I did. It was hard at first as I struggle with anxiety when all attention is on me, but I truly believe this helped me start coming back out of my shell. Once the campaign ended, it had gone so well that I decided I was going to build my own TTRPG inspired by D&D, and that's what led me here. Now I'm trying to learn how to be social again :P

My dream is to share my stories and one day make enough funds to create a fully immersive, open-world RPG PC game. Then I could actually be a part of the world I tailored :D

Closing Comments

If you have any questions or concerns don't hesitate to ask me about it. If you'd like to know more about the world the book series is based on then click the link below to check out some articles. https://www.worldanvil.com/w/The%20Garden%20that%20Burned Be warned, I'm not done adding things so it's a bit messy, and it's not formatted well for mobile yet because I suck with coding :P (it'll still work on mobile, it just won't look as good).

[ahedderick]

Being Frank 2

This post would be TOO long, so I’m breaking it up into two parts. Frank continues:

   “The next project was to get timber for the floor joists. Where I got most of it for the subfloor and the joists was from the power line that was put through. The trees were cut down and left lay. I didn’t have a truck to haul these logs, but there was a 1952 Chevy two ton with the motor shot. I went to Saccos salvage and got a motor out of a Chevy that was wrecked. It fit in the truck and I used that to haul the logs to the sawmill in Palo Alto. It was twenty dollars a thousand board feet to have them sawed. I worked by myself logging. I drug the logs down and backed the truck into a ditch. I played out cables across the bed and used the tractor to winch the logs up in the bed; that was how I loaded them by myself. I had excess lumber after milling. Mike C. approached me to take down a silo and he put it up at his house. It was forty feet high. I had to take all the excess lumber and build a wooden scaffolding inside the silo. I got paid 500 dollars and I hired two guys who were tree trimmers to help. They were used to working high in the air. It took me two days to master myself to go all the way to the top of it. In those days I was afraid of heights! Everything had to go in those manholes and they’re not big! You put a round of scaffolding around every six feet. That’s how I got more seed money to build the house. I had no deadline and that was key. You can eat an elephant one bite at a time. It was a labor of love. 

   Now I began my hunt for other materials, wherever I could get them. After the trees from the farm, I bought a stone ranch house up on Brown Ave that was going to be demolished for Interstate 68. It was on a concrete slab and all stone exterior. I paid 100 dollars for it. All I wanted was the stone, rafters, paneling, 2x4 studding, and  bathroom fixtures. I sold the windows, doors, and roof to a friend of mine who was building on Oliver Belt Rd for $100. So I got my money back on that deal. I hauled all that stone and material out here on that old truck, loading and unloading by hand. The basement of this house was studded out with the 2x4s and the paneling from that house. The bathtub was square and had two seats in it. The fireplace insert came from that house. I did have an old man, Elsy C., help me haul the stone. The stone for the planter came from Costello Construction, which was located on Valley Street, and I purchased other building material for the meat shop at the same time. The planter here, Max, laid that for me. He was a mason.

    I was deer hunting over at the Gordon farm, now Hemmis, and found that big stone out front to the left. The one downstairs over the fireplace came from Cosgrove’s farm when I was plowing. There are some fossil stones on the patio that came from Wills Mountain. All the stone windowsills and lintels came from a building on Bedford street that was a tombstone company. When they were being demolished, I was able to get all the windowsills. I saved a pile of money on that! The stone slabs approaching the porch came from the parklet next to Times News when they were renovating. I bought all the cement I needed to lay the block and stone for 15 dollars from the B&O railroad damaged freight depot. Their freight agent was Tom R. One corner of the freight car got damp and I removed all the cement and cleaned the car out. When I was using the cement I had to take a window screen and put it over a 50 gallon drum. I had to screen all the cement so there wouldn’t be lumps in it.

   The steel beam needed to run the entire 48 foot length of the house. Moore farm was having a sale where the current AC College is. I bought a two steel beams there that would cover the length and hauled them on the old Chevy. I also bought a stack of pine 2x10s. The beams were over the top of the truck and 5 or 10 feet out in front. I put a flag on the longer piece and hauled it on Sunday morning when there was no traffic. I put the beam on a wagon and brought it around to the back of the house with the tractor. I had pipes on the wall and slid the ends on one at a time. I worked each end over to the center and set it by myself. Next thing was to set the floor joists. I used sidecut boards on a diagonal for the subfloor. All oak! The diagonal boards add to the strength.

   Over to the garage: the garage door came from a house in the Dingle where I was able to salvage many items. The structural steel supporting the roof/patio I set by myself with an old Dodge truck with a telephone pole on it. The header was steel, and came out of the B&O freight station on George Street. The other major steel beams came from the demolished Sears building that stood where the Holiday Inn parking lot now is. The next steel was 30ft long coal mine rails that came from Abe Feldstein’s salvage yard in LaVale. The corrugated metal decking that the concrete was poured on came from a B&O derailment at Swanton. Some of the same corrugated metal was used on the barn roof. 

Interviewer: Well, Frank, did you get anything from West Virginia?

Frank: Hell no, they didn’t have anything to throw away!

   The posts on the patio were originally pipes that I welded plates on the end of. The 6 inch steel beam that goes across the center was also salvage from a building. In later years when the Bowman’s addition flood program began, I salvaged some ornamental aluminum posts from a house behind Hartman’s Store. They weren’t long enough, so I cut the short ones and spliced them into the long ones. The ceiling joists for the patio were the 2x8s from the stone house I tore down on the I68 right-of-way. The patio step stringers were two pieces of timber from the B&O freight station. The two posts that are on the stairway came from the old German Brewery and the handrail, redwood, came from the farmhouse (Old George’s porch). All the rafters and ceiling joists for the house portion were salvaged from the loading dock at the B&O freight. All the plywood on the roof was from a ‘fire sale.’ The rail car overheated and the floor caught fire; the smoke damage to the plywood was severe enough that they couldn’t sell it. I paid 75 cents a sheet. 

   Downstairs there’s one room I didn’t finish. All the ceiling was salvaged drywall that had been damaged by forklifts at Valley Lumber. I had an Amish man swirl the ceiling down there. On the other side downstairs the ceiling was finished by tile that came out of the Woodmen of the World building, along with that maple cover over the planter. It was previously a banister at Woodmen of the World. The bedroom downstairs was finished with mismatched paneling from Valley Lumber. The interior of the closet was lined with leather-type paneling that came out of B&O. 

   My uncle Charles built these cabinets in the kitchen out of birch plywood. He was a finish carpenter. He also trimmed out all the oak trim doorways and baseboard in the house. The front doorway was custom built by Slim (Cecil), neighbors down the road here, and Don, from my sketch. The two birch doors, front and basement, solid core, I bought from the B&O freight claim agent Tom for 15$. The sidelights on the front door I bought from Bernie G. in Frostburg. The outside hanging light was from a yard sale for $5. It had a sidearm on it, but I figured I could adapt it to hang on a chain. The inside light there on the steps came from Westons department store. 

   There were many people who helped me build. We traded labor. Floyd, a carpenter, helped me frame; we traded labor. The stonework was crafted by Hayes Albert Northcraft, a WWI veteran. Elsy was the mudmixer. I was at this time working 7 days a week at the Kelly. Hayes laid all the stonework and this fireplace for $1,400 with no time in it for job completion. I had a dump truck with scaffolding I’d drive around the house and we’d throw the stone in the bed of the truck, then hoist it up on the scaffolding for him to pick out what he wanted. I was to move the scaffolding every day after he was finished. One time I missed it and he was laying the stone under the bay window. He left a divot in the stonework because I didn’t move the heavy timbers for him. That’s a forever reminder that I didn’t do my duty. Hank P., whom I worked with at the Kelly, was a part-time cement finisher. He’s the one who placed the penny in the front stoop. 

  Well, that was a long story. It seemed like I had all the time in the world in those days, and lots of energy. You might ask when I finally finished the house. I don’t think I ever have! In fact, this year (2016) I reclaimed the large plate glass windows from the solarium at Roy Roger’s restaurant when they tore it down and I’m using them to put a sun room on the back of the house. It’ll have a hot tub when I’m finished, and also the washer and dryer. So, you see, it remains a work in progress to this day.

  My note: Frank, like my parents, was born slightly before WWII and lived in this area all his life. Members of the “Silent Generation” are getting fewer these days. I had my doubts about committing to this project, but now I’m very glad I did.

[dlea203]

Hello. I just saw your post about the WIP tag game, and I have an ask, if I may. Uh… und wenn ich mir die Liste so ansehe, dann muss ich einfach nach einer der Geschichten mit deutschem Titel fragen. Übrigens ganz liebe Grüße aus Österreich. 😉😅

But back to English, in case you’ll decide to post this: I don’t know if, and to what extent, you have a translation ready. So, maybe just tell a little bit about your story “You and I - what do you think?”.

Of course you may!

Und wieso erfahre ich bitte jetzt erst, dass du auch Deutsch sprichst😳?! Ganz liebe Grüsse aus der Schweiz nach Österreich!

Here's a snippet of "You and I - what do you think?", which is an UNTRANSLATED story🫣😫. So, you know the deal, both versions will be added underneath. Enjoy!

Outside, the four guys took Leo to the parking lot to wait for the police in front of the Hard Deck. As they walked past Hangman's car, Leo moved so suddenly that Payback lost his footing and fell down. Rooster, Coyote and Fanboy tightened their grip and just managed to prevent Leo from getting free and going after Phoenix.

"Don't do that, man! Hey, get a grip!" Coyote exclaimed.

"Let go of me! This is between me and her!"

Leo yelled, lashing out. In the process, he hit Fanboy and Coyote so hard that they let him go. Then it was easy to shake Rooster off. Leo ran straight at Phoenix, dragged her off the hood, gave her a resounding slap and then a fist right in the face. Phoenix cried out and tried to fight back, punching back, but she didn't stand a chance. Leo pinned her between himself and the car and was about to strike again, when the boys finally came to her rescue. Rooster grabbed him by one arm, Coyote by the other, and they dragged him back into their headlock.

"Stop it now!" Rooster roared.

Hangman was just coming out of the bar when Leo charged at her and punched her in the face. That was the last straw. He ran straight at Leo and gave him a solid punch with his fist. Leo's nose made an ugly cracking sound and started bleeding.

"Woah Hangman, stop that," Fanboy admonished and together with Payback tried to hold him back by the shoulder.

"Give me five minutes with that bastard!" Hangman hissed instead, and was about to strike again when he heard Phoenix whisper his name: "Jake…"

Quick as a flash, he wheeled around and just managed to stop her from hitting her head on the hood of the car.

Original version:

Draussen brachten die vier Jungs Leo auf den Parkplatz, um vor dem Hard Deck auf die Polizei zu warten. Als sie an Hangmans Auto vorbeiliefen, bewegte Leo sich so ruckartig, dass Payback den Halt verlor und hinfiel. Rooster, Coyote und Fanboy verstärkten ihren Griff und konnten gerade so verhindern, dass Leo freikam und auf Phoenix losgehen konnte.

«Lass das, Mann! Hey, krieg’ dich wieder ein!», rief Coyote aus.

«Lasst mich los! Das ist eine Sache zwischen mir und ihr!»

Leo brüllte und schlug um sich. Dabei traf er Fanboy und Coyote so hart, dass sie ihn losliessen. Dann war es ein Kinderspiel, Rooster abzuschütteln. Leo rannte geradewegs auf Phoenix zu, zerrte sie von der Motorhaube runter, verpasste ihr eine schallende Ohrfeige und dann eine Faust mitten ins Gesicht. Phoenix schrie auf und versuchte sich zu wehren, indem sie zurückschlug, aber sie hatte keine Chance. Leo klemmte sie zwischen sich und dem Auto ein und wollte erneut zuschlagen, da kamen die Jungs ihr endlich wieder zu Hilfe. Rooster packte ihn an einem Arm, Coyote am anderen und sie zerrten ihn in ihren Schwitzkasten zurück.

«Hör jetzt auf!», brüllte Rooster.

Hangman kam gerade aus der Bar, als Leo auf sie losging und ihr ins Gesicht schlug. Das brachte das Fass zum Überlaufen. Er lief geradewegs auf Leo zu und verpasste ihm einen kräftigen Schlag mit der Faust. Leos Nase gab ein hässlich knackendes Geräusch von sich und fing an zu bluten.

«Woah Hangman, lass das», mahnte Fanboy und versuchte gemeinsam mit Payback, ihn an der Schulter zurückzuhalten.

«Gebt mir fünf Minuten mit dem Schwein!», rief Hangman stattdessen aus und wollte wieder zuschlagen, da hörte er, wie Phoenix seinen Namen flüsterte: «Jake…»

Blitzschnell fuhr er herum und konnte gerade noch verhindern, dass sie mit dem Kopf auf der Motorhaube aufschlug. 

[clemencetaught]

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

that he just takes things lying down; that he doesn't have a spine. i know in all of his verses i put him through a lot of shit and it seems like he's just experiencing one tragic thing after another without retaliating. but the main reason he doesn't retaliate is because he knows how to pick his fights. when to pick them too and when he does so, it's usually because he knows a. he has a chance at winning, but also b. he has a valid reason to. as a rational person, he always tries to assess the situation before taking any decisive actions.

basically, if he's not reacting to something you did, it's because either a. he doesn't think it's something worth getting into an argument/fight about or b. he's biding for his time, it's just a matter of when he strikes. and heaven help the person who manages to piss him off- patrick doesn't makes threats, he makes promises.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

felicity price, who is actually a request muse on my multimuse blog, is one of the most important connections in every verse of patrick's. she's one of the few people who really got patrick to not only open up, but also to loosen up- throw a joke or two in. when she was alive, they were a very playful and affectionate couple, who didn't shy away from pda ( although patrick did have some decorum :'D ). i would say part of the reason they had such a strong chemistry is also due to each of them...recognizing and empathizing with each other's loneliness.

so when she passed ( and suddenly too ), to patrick it wasn't just losing his significant other, it was also losing his best friend, someone who truly understood him and loved him as he was all in the blink of an eye. and without any sound reason.

A USELESS HEADCANON

 He's nerd in every sense of the word. once his interest in something is piqued, he has a tendency to jump down the rabbit hole and find out as much as he possibly can about the topic until something else comes his way. this is the reason research is perfect for patrick and the reason today he knows greek and roman mythology like the back of his hand.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

in verse two, he has really really bad pyrophobia, having literally been set on fire before. it's to the point that if he smells smoke, he will freak out and become aggressive.

violence and death are general triggers on this blog and there are triggers specific to each verse. they are listed in my rules page, but here's a comprehensive list for your convenience:

verse two: or*gan traf*ficking, torture, kidnapping, & ptsd

verse three: sex traf*ficking, sui*cide, and sa.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

i really like how literary he can get- like there's something about his character that makes me want to go into metaphors and imagery with him. i think it's the lit major in me that resonates with him. i also think that because he's more on the subtle side, writing him really forces me to...i guess think more deeply about how he might get a point across in comparison to say, someone on the genuine side. he's a roundabout kinda person, both with his words and actions. ngl i feel like if he weren't already a good guy, he'd make a great villain fjskldjflskj

that and around the right people, he can be petty as shit, i love it when that comes out :DDDD

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

just because he's nice most of the time, doesn't mean he'll go along with whatever someone says. say something mean about his loved ones or pry into his personal boundaries and he'll give you choice words that will stab you. he'll slide them in so eloquently, so smoothly most times canonically the other person wouldn't realize they're being insulted until after a minute or two.

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[ladyaislinn]

»As far as I’m concerned, the idea of just playing bad guys is really boring… a career that’s just comprised of playing one-note villains is not an interesting career for me.« ~ Rufus Sewell 2013

"AURELIO ZEN"

„Normalerweise“, sagt er, „muss ich bloß auf dem Pferd sitzen und genervt dreinschauen, das ist also mehr als sonst.“ Zen trägt zwar schöne Anzüge, fährt einen Alfa Romeo – und lebt bei seiner Mutter –, aber Sewell wollte nicht, dass er ein „Mammoni“ wird, also einer der immer beliebter werdenden italienischen Single-Männer, die bei ihrer Mutter leben und gleichzeitig ein vornehmes Junggesellenleben genießen.

„Der Alfa Romeo ist kein Sportwagen“, sagt Sewell. „Es ist ein kleiner Fließheckwagen. Es war sehr wichtig, dass er nicht so etwas wie … ein Midlife-Crisis-Auto hatte.“ "Es war mir wirklich, wirklich wichtig, dass er kein Mann in einem Porsche an einer Ampel ist. So jemanden spiele ich nicht. Ich war sehr an der Auswahl des Autos beteiligt. Es ist ein Alfa Romeo, mit einem Dellen an der Seite, Pappbechern, ein bisschen Chaos. Er hat ihn schon eine Weile. Er ist nicht jemand mit einem protzigen Auto. Das ist sehr wichtig." "Wenn man im Anzug aus dem Auto steigt, ist das schon etwas. Um das zu unterbieten, muss man schon ein leicht verbeultes Fließheckauto haben und keinen Porsche. Wenn ich zuschaue, wäre (der Porsche) der Moment, in dem ich sage: ‚Oh, verpiss dich‘ und den Kanal umschalte." Sewell versucht auch nicht, einen italienischen Akzent vorzutäuschen, obwohl die italienischen Darsteller Englisch mit ihrem eigenen Akzent sprechen. Auf die Frage, ob er an dieser Entscheidung beteiligt war, sagt Sewell: „Natürlich. Das war das Erste, was ich erwähnte, als ich es bei Andy Harries (Geschäftsführer der Produktionsfirma Left Bank Pictures) ansprach.“ "Als ich ihn traf, sagte ich zwei Dinge: 'Kann es lustig sein?' und 'Was zum Teufel sollen wir wegen der Akzente tun?' Denn wir können nicht" - Sewell wechselt in einen schlimmen italienischen Akzent - "speak-a like-a this-a. It's just ridiculous."

Chicago Tribune 2011

[marvelfanlife]

Here are my thoughts on 17x10:

Here it is the finale. I’m so excited to watch it!

20 minutes since they lost connection?? That’s not good

Why is Rebecca’s mom calling her?

The minimal loss vibes the beginning has

Oh thank god Tara and Rossi and the traf are okay

Where’s Emily???

Frank is dead just like that? Well thank fuck for that. Good riddance

Oh the relief Rebecca had when she heard from Tara

Damien taking Jade’s pain with her

Not Jade listing Emily’s trauma timeline

And Elias is in a prison that allows free access

Pete B is Bailey’s brother. The way that everyone was right about this lol

Oh these Bailey clips hurts. He really wanted to help Pete

This Emily and Bailey flashback

Emily has a sister?

Rebecca having had enough of people dying

Bailey’s final request was for the BAU to solve the gold star case

I am enjoying this Rebecca vs Vincent scene

Zach cracks me up so much

These Bailey brother scenes are making me cry

and Doug does up on the wall

The deepfakes mention

Not Elias asking JJ if she remembers about it and her tugging on her necklace

Elias wanting Tyler to get under his skin

Ty-ty lol

Oh fuck you Elias for mentioning Tyler’s sister

Garcia you are so iconic for that stare down

Ty-guy lol

Elias asking JJ about baugate and if she researched the outfits he put her in. I feel sick

And he used deepfakes of his wife. Oh god that is disgusting

JJ confronting Elias and standing up to him was so satisfying

Omg Jade and Pete are setting up a trap for the BAU

Oh shit they’re using the clip of the director talking to Elias and confessing to shooting Bailey as a way to show Jade and Pete the truth

This Jade scene. I’m going to cry

That avengers shot of the team lmao

Madison is a dad?

Madison asking Emily about baugate. I have a feeling there’s more to it and we’ll see it next season

Mila and Jade reuniting. I’m crying

Pete being on the wall next to Doug

And Pete seeing Bailey on the wall and reuniting with his parents

Oo Tyler applying to become an agent

Lmao that hooray you’re alive cake

JJ looks so pretty in that blue sleeveless top. And the fact that she wore it after confronting and standing up to Voit! She looks so much more happy and healed now and feels she doesn’t need to cover up now

Has JJ been high before

Tara and Rebecca have been together for a few weeks now? Ahhhh omg

Rossi is hallucinating Elias again?

This BAU scene is so cute

OMFG?? They stabbed him? Oh Elias is definitely going to survive that and blame it on the BAU

That finale was so good! I have a feeling we are not done with Elias and baugate just yet. So looking forward to season 18 and I’m curious to see what will happen as things seem calm right now but not for long