#you just know he named himself idc WHAT canon says

[graytodd]

Dare I say, one of my favorite things about Dick's Jason-complex is that Dick is the world's biggest control freak, in some ways moreso than even Bruce. But Jason? Jason is probably the ONE person alive who can snap Dick's control at easily intentionally or otherwise. No one pisses Dick off faster than Jason but no one drives Dick crazier than Jason either. Dick prides himself on his insane levels of discipline and self-control but the moment he first locks lips with Jason he PHYSICALLY struggles with keeping it together. Definition of "i need to stop now because if we keep going i won't be able to stop myself". Listen, consent is sexy af alright but idc people are lying if they say seeing a control freak LOSE it over the one person who makes them insane isn't hot af.

(btw, always wanted to know whats ur headcanons for how the whole dickjay relationship starts. How long is the yearning on each side? When did it stop becoming innocent for each of them?)

Dear anon, you just described one of my favorite base-on-canon, headcanon here; a control freak like Dick fucking Grayson, Bruce's favorite Robin, the oldest and wisest of the Bats, who punches Joker to death when the clown makes the huge mistake of provoking his self-control by mentioning Jason's name, or more! when Bruce drugs and manipulates Jason with fear toxin and Dick nearly beats him to death ? the idea that goldie-boy can challenge B's authority and break his rules, hiw own rules! makes him a complex character, dangerous and extremely attractive as a few.

Having said that, I will dwell on my Dickjay pre-relationship headcanon now 😎 based on possessive!control-freak Dick losing it over Jason, something I've tried portraying in this art of mine. Cause Jason's high maintenance, a demanding boy; he'd been taught discipline since he became Robin but he's never listened to Bruce's authority as he'd accept Dick's leadership. This brat has a huge crush on Dick, but it's just a kid, I mean, something innocent. But when Jason comes back his urge to tease Dick becomes kindled by a desire to see his composure give way. Jason loves to provoke Dick, to piss him off, to be the reason that Dick isn't able to stop himself from - !! something that starts with bantering and making innocent innuendoes, cause Jason isn't experienced on tha matter, but still enjoys get into trouble lol until Dick loses his grip and he's all over Jason, and Jason realizes he cannot breath anymore🫣​Dick's still a control-freak, intimacy included. To be added to this headcanon Dick being a jealous possessive shit especially after they finally crossed the line; when Jason got all marked up as his own aahhh so satisfying ~ and Jason'd let him take the lead, partly because he has no other choice lol the boy must submit ~

[nerves-nebula]

floop spy kids is so fucking transgender

[thissccounthatesfascists]

TL asleep? cool.

(long post, strap in)

i wanna talk about colin's wet dream. that was the most demisexual shit i have EVER seen. there's not even any sex. its just a romanticized, elevated version of their first kiss. its colin's subconscious wanting to replay the moment he fell in love with his best friend in the Most way possible.

lets break it down:

we got the same location of their first kiss. Complete with mood lighting and a fog machine. It’s giving pride and prejudice 2005

Penelope comes out (looking gorgeous, of course) to their rendezvous spot, which has been previously agreed on.

colin thanks her for meeting him, she doesn't know why he's asked her to come

he confesses his feelings for her

she reciprocates (this is the important part of this to me. ) her wanting him, makes him want her more (do you see where the demisexual colin energy is coming from? do you understand?)

they make out

he kisses her neck as she pants his name over and over (see my point above re: her wanting him makes him want her more)

he wakes up, absolutely shook

this is an idealized reimagining for colin: during their first kiss he was basically in shock, his new personality chokes on the reality and vulnerability of the moment

in the book he talks about how he tries to think of something witty to say but finds that no words are necessary, and there's no combination of witty banter or suave bravado that could help in that moment. the rake persona that he has put on up to this point absolutely fails him. but here, in this dream, words are crucial, the declarations of love are why its sexy! (demi colin is canon idc idc)

and its so important that this wet dream, the idealized version of this scenario happens like this. because we've also seen colin having sex with sex workers (and luke newton has talked about this) but his energy in those scenes is very detached, very focused on him and his pleasure with zero connection to the women he's with. he has two different threesomes (if you can even call the second one that, he's barely even looking at them) with four different women and we know nothing about these girls. they don't even get names. they don't matter, and its simply not. as. good. as the feeling of kissing pen. there is no connection

which is, i think, why he taps out during the threesome in ep4. he tries to go back to the devil-may-care attitude toward sex and intimacy that he had before kissing pen, he tries to return to that mask he put on of "the rake" and it just doesn't work! he feels nothing! in fact he feels disdain for the position he's in and the choices he's made!

the threesome in ep4 mirrors the outburst he has later at the club really well. like he's so frustrated with this position he's put himself in, the men he's surrounded himself with. he literally says "none of you are gentlemen!" "you're actually gross and disrespectful!"

a line that i love is :

"... it is tiring, is it not? The necessity imposed on us to remain cavalier about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning. Do you not find it lonely?"

and they laugh! in! his! face! because these are men that feel perfectly fine sleeping with strangers and bragging about their "conquests" to their buddies

but that is not who colin is! he's still very young. and his experience with marina (who tried to seduce him and it didn't work, imo bc he just didn't feel that passion, that love that makes his relationship with penelope so different) has left him jaded, but not nearly as jaded as he wants to believe. even if he wants to be casual about romance and sex, he just isn't. this man proposed to marina after knowing her for what? a couple weeks? He is an All or Nothing type of guy. He has that Bridgerton 'when i fall in love i will only ever talk about my spouse' Gene

Now: some costuming details that i love:

Her hair:

(i know this is a stretch but go with me here) her hair is in slightly tighter curls than we've seen this season, which to me seems like a nod to colin liking (or at least not minding) her hair the way it was in previous seasons and maybe not caring as much as we might think about her transformation. but its still down and flowy and in line with her new style

let's talk about this! dress! (it has genuinely been keeping me up at night)

the sleeves seem much more similar to the silhouettes of her costumes in previous seasons, not necessarily in shape but in style

the sleeves are bulkier, compared to this season's costumes, which while they might have been the same size and shape, they are made of much lighter material, giving the silhouette a softer, more mature feeling.

compare it to this dress from s3 ep2: it looks very similar with the sleeve shape and the floral appliqués, but in the dress in the image above, the appliqués are much more obvious, closer to penelope's style under her mother's tastes

the point i'm trying to make here will be made more clear in a sec. what I am NOT trying to say that colin prefers her in her little girl dresses with loud designs, bright colors, and silly hairdos. he just associates those bigger, brighter, louder style choices with penelope.

And he has always liked Penelope. Even when he didn’t take her seriously as a potential partner, he always saw her as an equal. He never made fun of her silly dresses and questionable hair choices.

This has nothing to do with Colin but i feel like i should point it out:

there is something to be said about how her muted pastel color palette along with the more demure style that she has adopted shows that she is trying to Show Up with this social season, but as a wallflower, she is shy. she's always hated those brightly colored dresses her mother put her in, because no matter how close to the wall she clung, she was always visible. she was always vulnerable to ridicule.

but i don't think colin knows or realizes this because why would he think critically about the specific style changes she's made. and he probably doesn't really make the connection of the influence her mother has on her clothing. and around him, pen has never seemed all that shy. she's been confident and witty. if you pair her personality that shines around colin with her louder outfits, it seems more congruous

(take the scene from season 2 where we get the line "My purpose shall set me free") this is a side of penelope that no one, not even eloise!, sees

what his subconscious knows is that he associates pen with vibrant, textured, and often 3-dimensional outfits, and his subconscious creates a dress that fits her new style, with a little more of that featherington flair thrown in.

the fucking tie in front: i feel like this is a very clear reference/ foreshadowing to the mirror scene

for those of you who haven't read the book, the mirror scene doesn't actually happen, but colin tells penelope about a fantasy he has about touching her in front of a mirror

this is a pretty small offhand comment made while they're having sex for the first time but amongst book fans the scene has become pretty fleshed out i think, with fanfics especially

because the idea that it touches on is colin fantasizing about penelope seeing herself the way he does, as sexy and desirable (he seriously cares about her pleasure so much its sickening, I'm actually sick)

and although Book Colin doesn't mention it, the idea of him undressing her in front of a mirror has become a popular story set-up

i think the tie in the front sort of plays on the time period sensibilities of propriety: this is a time where in "good" society an unmarried man and woman would never touch skin to skin, its why all the women wear gloves most of the time. its why the scenes in season 1 between daphne and simon play on the excitement of removing the gloves: its a taboo thing

this is unrelated to this post but i need an explanation as to why pen isn't wearing gloves in a lot of her scenes this season, like the scandal that that would cause??? I'm assuming its representative of her growing into her sexuality; and bridgerton is a fantasy, not a historical nonfiction, but like some consistency would be nice guys bc i was so confused abt all the skin-on-skin contact happening. even with Francesca and Lord Samadani WHEN HE KISSES HER BARE HAND I WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE FOR HER. especially because of all the glove-related tension in s1. but i digress.

so the tie in front is sort of a dare. even though its clearly an addition, and untying wouldn't actually remove her dress, its her (colin's subconscious version of her anyway) way of saying: "you could untie this, you could undress me if you wanted to" "i love you" "i want you"

and i think that's beautiful. this season is great and i will die on this hill.

If you've made it this far, congrats! you're just as feral as me! come and gnaw on the drywall with me while i post fanfics inspired by this season: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55988977/chapters/142190584

chapters 1+2 of my new fic are up

photos are from : https://www.cap-that.com/bridgerton/302/index.php?image=bridgerton3x02_1502.jpg

[shadowqueenjude]

Didn't Rhys only kiss Feyre to protect her from Amarantha utm? I have only read the books once, so I could be wrong

OK so this is going to be a deep dive into all of Rhysand’s violations of Feyre specifically in book 1. Keep reading but be aware it’s long.

The first time Rhysand invades her mind is not even UTM but well before.

It is very clear that Feyre neither asked for it and enjoyed it, and before people say Rhysand was “playing a role,” this was completely unnecessary. He didn’t have to visit the Spring Court. Tamlin already thought he was the villain. And if Amarantha had ordered him to do so, he could’ve said some mean words to Tamlin and Lucien and been done with it. There is absolutely no reason to invade Feyre’s mind other than to delight in her terror.

Now let’s go to UTM.

Ok so basically if Feyre had given Rhysand her true name she would be dead at this point. And people argue “he was playing a role!” like…how? He could’ve just said her mind was like iron and impossible to penetrate. “Oh he was protecting her and knew she gave a false name!” no…he…didn’t? How tf would he know? And even if he somehow did know, he still gave that name to Amarantha knowing that it might be somebody close to Feyre and her family and got her ruthlessly tortured and killed.

Ok so why is he forcibly grabbing her arm and hurting her here? There’s no one here but them two. If Rhysand wanted to help Feyre, he could’ve revealed himself to Feyre here. Do you really think that Feyre would give away his double-agentry if it benefitted her? There. Was. No. Need. For. A. Fucking. Mask. HE LAUGHED.

Now another argument that I often see for twisting her arm is that it convinced her to agree to the healing that ultimately saved her life. But that is also wrong. Here it is pretty fucking obvious that Feyre was able to reason that for herself. Besides, it clearly wasn’t premeditated. He “lashed out,” meaning it was done in a moment of rage.

Also, he didn’t heal her out of the goodness of his heart or even to save himself from Amarantha. No, he wanted her, demanded her for two weeks out of every month. Why? To spite Tamlin, probably. He is OBSESSED with Tamlin. Look that in comparison to Lucien.

There was no reason to add that second screenshot that’s just me fangirling over Lucien (again). But the point is he healed her without asking for anything. Maybe you could argue he did for Tamlin, for himself, for Prythian, but he’s still miles ahead of Rhysand sooooooo… Ok the worst part...

Do you know what this means? That means the situation with the kiss only happened because RHYSAND sexually harassed Feyre by forcing her to wear extremely revealing clothes and coating her in this magic body paint. Otherwise how tf would Amarantha know that they kissed?????

Also Rhysand calling her his “belongings.” Uhhhhhh so what is that about hm?

“He was doing it to perform for Amarantha” bro not even Amarantha liked it💀💀💀 This was for him and him alone. He gained some sick pleasure from this.

Wow he's so bad at his role...Amarantha is sus

Now is this or is this not Rhysand invading Feyre’s mind and forcing her to drink the wine? Drug induced sexual assault.

My pookie bear Lulu checking on Feyre after she was SAed🥺👉👈

Ok anyway this is so unserious LOL. It’s so fucking obvious that SJM hastily went and edited this part when she decided that she wanted Rhysand to be endgame instead of Tamlin because she wanted it known that “Rhysand only touched her waist uwu!” Even if that was true, idc. He still violated her in countless ways.

If you want a plausible canon explanation, well Rhysand probably decided to manipulate her memory so that he said that it would smear if anybody touched it, including himself. Probably bc he realized it would be useful to have her on his side rather than otherwise (but he still wanted to have fun with her). Which offers the even more sinister idea that somebody besides Rhysand also touched her…

Also dude, why do you wanna rile Tamlin up so bad? Gay.

The fact that the sexual assault was supposed to be a clear contrast to the joy she felt with Tamlin and then SJM retconned it all and made it into a repetitive sexy moment in later books pisses me off.

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THE FACT THAT HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR FEYRE AND GOT BEATEN FOR IT AND COULDN’T WALK FOR DAYS AND THEN AS SOON AS HE CAN EVEN THOUGH HE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN HE CRAWLS TO FEYRE’S CELL, STEALS A COAT FROM A GUARD TO GIVE TO HER, AND COMFORTS HER AFTER HER SEXUAL ASSAULT IS JUST SOOOOO AHHHHH HE’S MY LOYAL KING THIS FANDOM DOESN’T DESERVE YOU MY LOVE. RHYSAND COULD NEVER.

...ok this hurts.

WHY??? BECAUSE HE'S GAY, GIRL.

“He kept her from breaking entirely 🥺” ok he could’ve done that without forcing himself on her again. If you suggest that he had to “make her disgusted to keep her together” or some twisted bullshit I will jump you.

Ok maybe here he kissed her to “protect her,” but he already had her forcibly pinned to the wall, flirting with her when she obviously did not want him, and was actively violating her for weeks by dressing her up like a whore and forcing her to give him lap dances. So this situation is entirely his fault and I will not give him any mercy here.

Anyway I believe that’s the end of Rhysand’s violations of Feyre specifically for this book. But yeah. He only gets worse from book 2 onward.

[ardentpoop]

thoughts on which character(s) should have lived with sam and dean in the bunker for a while. idc if it's canon compliant just what would create the funniest living situation, you understand

benny 🤓 he’s fucking both of them and they’re being insufferable abt it

rowena. doing lab rat shit to sam (sexual) + using spellwork to fuck up dean’s whole life every time he says something mildly irritating to her (he’s the neurodivergent roommate named sock who wants to know why she won’t do the dishes in this scenario)

I think there should’ve been more tension when eileen lived with them. like, eileen should’ve butted heads with dean over everyday decisions that endangered sam’s life while sam coquettishly mediated per her late-seasons M.O. for my own sick pleasure <3

crowley. sam wants to crawl out of his skin knowing they’re sharing a living space esp when crowley matches dean’s energy (sleazy joke sleazy joke sleazy joke) to get him to warm to him (candy from a baby by now). also he never stops Looking at sam it’s repulsive

gadreel in new vessel if he hadn’t martyred himself by the end of s9. obvious reasons.

cas possessing the empty shell of mary’s body after jack wipes her from existence and then desperately drags her corpse back as a consolation prize. idk how or why this would’ve happened I’m just smiling at the awful image <3 also I really needed cas to inhabit female vessels more often - again, for my own pleasure.

s1 samndean. obvious reasons.

I’ll stop there but I could easily come up with more bc this is fun lmao

[echos-girlfriend]

Tech and the Rebel

Tech x F!reader

Master list

This is a little Drabble. And sort of a reintroduction of me getting back into writing.. if this breaks canon or any timeline idc. Lmao I’m writing a story because I want to!

Tech was thankful his grappling hook didn’t snap.. but hitting the side of a rocky cliff edge wasn’t part of the plan. He had lost his helmet and goggles during the fall. When he finally came to there was a face looking down at him.

“Hello there.”

He was slightly startled and tried to reach for his blaster but he couldn’t really see anything

“Hey hey! It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you. You can’t see too well because there’s blood on your face..”

He still couldn’t say anything.. he couldn’t tell whether he was in shock or in too much pain. As this moment his genius brain seemed to fail him..

“Come on. I’ll help you..”

Whoever the person was, they lifted him up and placed his arm across their shoulders and carried him to their ship.

Once inside his face was cleaned, his wounds bandaged and his eyes blurry. He went to adjust his goggles.. but they weren’t there. He had forgotten they were lost during his fall

The person finally took of their snow coat and goggles.. it was a young lady with an odd emblem on her flight suit.. she told him her name.

“It’s nice to meet you..”

He finally spoke, still a little frazzled.

“It looks like you took a nasty fall there.. what’s your name?”

“My name is Tech.. I did fall.. out of a cart. My brothers and my sister were on it.”

“You were the ones in those carts. I saw the others run away towards a cliff side.”

“They were probably heading back to our ship” he tried to stand but failed.. “I need to get back to them. I don’t particularly trust any of them with driving it without my supervision. Well.. maybe Echo..”

She watched him talk and ramble on.. almost as if she wasn’t there. Like he was having a conversation with himself.

“Well.. they have probably already gone. I can take you back to my base. It’s small.. and there’s not much to it but it’ll be ok until you get better.”

Tech sighed.. he really didn’t have much a choice but to trust this person. He couldn’t walk or do anything for himself at the moment.

“Don’t worry.. I’m part of the Rebel Alliance.”

“Rebel Alliance?”

“Yeah.. we are trying to stop the empire! One small victory at a time.. sometimes anyways.”

He raised a brow at her confidence and bravery. She seems to think it could be easy to take the empire down. But he shook it off.

———

Some time later they had finally reached this mystery planet.

��This is Yavin 4. We’ve only got a small group of rebels and a few senators willing to support us but we will grow.. it’ll just take time.”

She helped Tech walk out of the ship and into the base.. he was placed on a small medical gurney.. not inside a medical room or even a medical bay.

“You act like you can’t see anything.. didn’t blood get in your eyes?”

“No. They did not. I am partially blind to put it simply. The goggles I had were lost during the fall.”

“Oh.. well that’s a bummer. Uh.. well we have other goggles here-“

“That’s all I need. I can simply recreate mine if you have to correct electronic parts”

She was a little taken back as he cut off her but she nodded.

“Yeah yeah. Just take what you need.”

Tech stopped himself before he started to ramble on..

“Thank you, I deeply appreciate you saving my life.”

“You’re welcome Tech..”

-_-_-_-

I KNOW I KNOW ITS SHORT! And also not.. my best work. But I really want to get back into writing and get those requests done too! I’m also glad to finally be back! THERE WILL BE A PART TWO TO THIS AS WELL DONT YOU WORRY

[exo-raskreia]

i know you probably hear this all the time but your blog is so on point on the horrendous ending of bleach and the endgame couples.

tbh i don't even care that ichigo and rukia didn't end up together... okay after all these years i still give a huge damn that these two aren't endgame. but seriously idc that much that they aren't together. but what i'm so pissed is who ichigo ended up with! be so fr! orihime and ichigo... i could and would right an essay on how they are so incompatible. i would've prefered if he ended up with tatsuki or even some rando. he waited until they were married for him to say her first name... like i get that he wants to be respectable and they weren't that close but ichigo barely knew rukia for a week and he was already down bad for rukia. i still believe to this day that ichigo doesn't look at orihime the same way he looks at rukia. actually he SETTLED for orihime since rukia was already locked down with renji ‼️i will die on this heal. and also the ichihime shippers are scraping for their ship moments while we, ichiruki stans, are eating so well with unlimited supply of ichiruki moments lmao

I would've been fine with the ending simply having Ichigo & Rukia standing next to each other happily (maybe a little too close?) as they look over Soul Society. Leaving the possibilities there. Narratively, such an ending would've made sense. I don't think even non-shippers would have batted an eye. No typical "timeskip married with kids" ending. It didn't make sense for it to end that way.

Even if I was a non-shipper, Ichigo ending up with Orihime goes against the narrative & is one of the major issues with the ending, since there was never an inkling of chemistry between them. No special moments. No interest nor special thought from Ichigo towards her. I literally never thought IH would have a chance; it seemed that unlikely 💀. I never doubted an IchiRuki victory (even if they wouldn't outright get together, like I said, at least that it'd be implied that they will in the future). Most of the shipping fandom thought the same or similarly, I believe... Most ppl shipped or could see IR happening... Kub0 had developed it enough to have most of us thinking this way...

IR had the potential to be the best-written M/F canon ship in a battle shounen & yet... 😮‍💨

I don't believe for a second that Kub0 had "always" intended for IH/RR endgames. To this day, he hasn't said anything meaningful about either pairing. He did absolutely nothing to imply them throughout the story. He put no effort into them. At every opportunity, he would always make it about IchiRuki...

Dudebros & IH's fail to see that IH/RR as endgame makes no narrative sense. If I was an IH/RR shipper, I'd be upset with how Kub0 handled them. They have no development, no official content, no merch, no proper validation from Kub0... He still can't even bring himself to give them a family color spread 🫢. Saddest endgame ships in a battle shounen...

About Ichigo finally saying Ori's name in the last chapter, there's a funny post on that here. 🤭

And yeah, Ichigo definitely settled for her, cuz the fact he waited until Rukia was unavailable will always be laughable... He tried dating Ori once then broke up for a while then tried again... wow, he was really "in love" with her from the start, huh? He was just putting off the inevitable cuz he had to seek unhappiness in order to stop Ywach from returning at his happiest moment... 🤷‍♀️

[fluffyf0x]

Asking you out on Valentines hq boys

Osamu, Oikawa, Sugawara, Hinata

Osamu

Trust me when I say that he will make so many homemade food. But they're absolute heaven sent. He probably made onigiris, heart shaped. Then added homemade chocolates. He made them all himself. Wasn't really sure if he wanted to leave it on your desk the next morning or give it to you straight ahead.

Ends up being caught placing it on your table. It was lunch time and everyone was gone so Osamu took the chance. You forgot your lunch then caught him placing the food on your table. Osamu was really flustered. But you laughed it off and took the chocolates and onigiri. Saying that you'll have it for lunch instead. You weren't dense. You knew Osamu liked you. So instead of letting him speak, you simply pecked his lips. Leaving him stunned.

"Be my boyfriend?"

Oikawa

Idc what y'all say, but he made the loudest confession. EVER. Like he walked through those doors, roses in hand and just shouted

"(NAME), I LIKE YOU, GO OUT WITH ME"

Don't reject him. Please. He's gonna treat you well.

He radiates malewife energy I swear.

Later on he'd probably ask you out again, in more peaceful and quiet place. No one around. He wants you to be completely honest. Because he knows you could've been a bit too stunned and forced to say yes in the confession in the crowd. So he really wants to make sure to save you trouble and doesn't want you to be in a relationship that's forced.

You confirm to him and say yes that you really like him too. And that you'd be glad to be his s/o.

Sugawara

He's so- chaotic. Canonically he's so chaotic. So he'd probably also be a bit chaotic confessing to you. He'd bring chocolates and then ask you out somewhere peaceful. He prepared a whole ass speech but he'd be stuttering every sentence and he'd keep messing up his words. Til he'd give up and just straight tell you.

You could merely smile when he confesses to you. You accept his confession.

Filled with joy, he'd probably hug you tightly afterwards. Basking in your presence.

Hinata

I was really unsure how to imagine this at first, but I feel like he'd actually ask advice from the team. Most of them offer to help him confess. So you end up in the volleyball gym, with no one there. Baited by Yachi and Yamaguchi.

Hinata comes to the gym, with flowers and chocolates and a really red face.

He'd stutter and mess his words up a lot too. But he'll be able to send the message to you. The message where he liked you, no- loved you. He'd do everything for you. He also would've said that he did his best in his volleyball matches so that he can try to impress you.

[kalofi]

zl fic idea

hii everyone i wrote something yesterday about an au idea i had for zolu and. i thought i'd share it here since its a bit too messy and disjointed in places to post on like. ao3 or something.

4.7k words, warning for temporary major character death but do not worry all will be fixed in due time. i'll put the rest under the cut

ok i have an idea for an au thats like kind of reincarnation but like reality displacement but like. okay just listen.

so we start at laughtale. its a couple years into the future from where we are in canon the strawhats are achieving their dreams luffy is about to find the one piece theres a big battle happening between them and the blackbeard pirates and whoever the fuck else is there idc. the rest of the strawhats are fighting the bb crew while luffy and zoro head off to find the one piece and also end up fighting black beard himself. luffy and zoro atp r like basically a thing but they never talk about it cuz theyre luffy and zoro and they kind of just exist with each other but like. theyre basically in love and everyone knows it. anyway they go off together luffy has the one piece almost in his grasp blackbeard attacks they fight its a big battle blood is shed bones are broken uumm in my mind luffy and zoro are like teaming up against bb bc his devil fruit is lowk broken and op and like ok theres gear5 too but i didnt rly consider that so lets just assume bb’s devil fruit can negate gear5 somehow or luffy exhausts it before bb is fully defeated. 

finally theyre able to knock bb down and hes out and theyre both tired and worn but they DID IT and the one piece is luffys and theyre facing each other grinning ear to ear and zoros saying “you ready, king of the pirates?” and luffy laughs and goes “not just yet zoro, i still gotta-“ and then theres a spear piercing right through his chest. and in the next moment its gone. 

theres a gaping hole through his captain and theres blood, theres so much blood and luffy’s still smiling like he hasnt realized it yet, like it hasnt even registered. zoros ears are ringing and he doesnt know what to make of whats hes seeing because its just not real, it CANT be. 

he looks over luffy’s shoulder and blackbeard is on the ground with his hand outstretched , black energy coiling back into his form and he’s laughing and laughing with bloodstained teeth. hes fucking laughing. one moment zoro is still standing parallel to luffy and the next hes in front of blackbeard and the mans head is rolling through the dirt and gravel, wado dripping crimson, a terrible gap toothed grin still stretching the man’s cheeks. 

zoro is breathing heavy, hes trembling and hes almost mesmerized by the blood pooling around a lacerated neck— then he’s remembering luffy and turning around and calling his name and he can see right through him theres a HOLE right through him and he chokes and stumbles and rushes to his side right as luffy starts to crumple to the floor . catches him and lowers him gently and doesnt know what to say. 

hes still shaking but cant move his mouth and everything is muffled, the sounds from the battle outside are distant and they dont matter but what does he do. what does he do. 

he snaps out of it when luffy gently calls his name. a strong “zoro,” like hes not fazed at all. like there isnt blood soaking into zoros clothes. 

his brain kickstarts and he’s speaking. saying things like “youre ok you’ll be ok” and “choppers right outside i’ll just call him and he’ll fix you right up” and “you always bounce back, right captain?” and hes thinking “dont die please dont fucking die. not now, not when we’re this close please dont fucking die” and hes silently praying to all the gods he doesnt believe in but luffy calls his name again and his mouth clicks shut. luffys saying it’ll be fine, that he had fun. that hes proud to have made it this far with all of them. and those sound a lot like parting words so zoro’s shaking his head no but luffy is still smiling. hes saying that hes glad he had zoro, that he made him happy. hes saying to tell everyone he’s glad they met, that hes glad they all had each other, that he knows theyll be just fine . 

zoro wants to say that luffy should tell that to them himself, when hes wrapped up and recovering and alive but his mouth is glued shut again and he feels that interrupting luffy now would be cursing him to death, like his words are the only thing keeping him tethered here, he just needs to get him to keep talking to stay awake. 

he tries to smile but it comes out ugly and wrong and he feels his lip wobble so he drops it. he settles on rubbing his thumb on luffys shoulder. something to keep him here. 

so he rubs and luffy talks little things until he cant anymore. until his eyes grow dull and his skin loses its warmth and still zoro rubs and he rubs.

—

thats how law finds them. zoro hunched over a body that should never be as still as it is. and its really no surprise hes there, hes been gunning for the one piece since the time he could captain a ship (or a submarine) but it all feels so wrong. 

zoro either doesnt notice him or doesnt care, but either way the man doesnt acknowledge law until he’s right behind him. its not like law can say anything to announce himself either, not after seeing the state of the body that zoros currently holding. the body that used to be luffy’s. hes still processing it all when the other man(the one whos alive) finally speaks. 

zoro asks if hes got a devil fruit. less of a question and more of a statement, but he should know anyway since theyve spent considerable time together and hes literally seen him use it. law cant unstick his jaw so he hums in affirmation. “and you can switch stuffs’ places?” another hum. “what about time.” 

that makes law pause. “what?” his voice comes out stronger than he feels. 

“what about time? can you switch things in time?” by this point law has awakened his devil fruit or some shit dont sweat the logistics but hes never tried anything of that sort so he kind of stumbles “im not- maybe? ive never attempted-“ zoro interrupts “send me back” 

“what?” 

“send me back so i can fix this. you can do that, right.” it clicks. law would pity zoro if he didnt know any better, instead he just feels mounting despair and resignation. 

he may not be crew, but he knew luffy too, he was allied with the man for fucks sake, and this just feels- wrong. he sighs, a tired, heavy thing. 

“what about your crew?” its useless. zoros as stubborn as his captain, with arguably a handful more screws loose. “it wont matter. they’ll never know because i’ll make sure this doesnt happen.” he still hasnt turned around. law doesnt know what expression hes making and hes sure he never wants to find out. 

hes ready to deny it, cut his losses and head for the one piece himself (hes not heartless, but if he stands here any longer and has to look at. well. he think he might never be able to move again) but then he really thinks about it. could he? would it even be possible? surely this isnt the way things were supposed to go, surely this isnt right. luffys never been one who was supposed to die just like that, like this, law knows that much. he thinks hes going to regret this, but he counts it as one last thank you for everything luffy did for him. 

youre gonna owe me big time strawhat-ya. if i even remember this, that is. 

he puffs a breath “i can try. i cant- promise anything but. i think we both know this,” he makes a vague, weak gesture, “isnt right.” 

zoro doesnt say anything, law didnt expect him to. he just bows his head slightly and law takes that as the acknowledgment it is. 

he brings his hand up, “dont do anything stupid, zoro-ya. or, at least, make it stupid enough to bring him back.” 

he positions his fingers in way so familiar, but the weight of it now is nearly unbearable.

room.

shambles

—

zoro’s world shatters, differently than before, and then theres nothing.

—

he wakes up in bed, bleary eyed and a pounding headache assaulting his senses. his alarm clock is going off which only adds to the drumbeat against his eyes. he grumbles and whacks around aimlessly to shut it off. the silence lasts a moment before his eyes fly open and he jolts up, sheets pooling around his waist. luffy. where was he? where was zoro? did the crew find him and take him back to the ship? did law fail? but this didnt look like chopper’s office.

he looks around to find hes in a room hes never seen before in his life, yet he instinctively knows is his. it all feels so wrong, like he doesnt belong in his own skin. he scratches lightly at his arm. he needs to go to work. 

work?

what the fuck is happening. 

its like his mind is at war with itself, one truth trying to dominate over the other. he trained at sensei’s dojo. he aged out of foster care. he was a swordsman, he was the first mate of the strawhat pirates. he didnt go to college, hes working construction. he made a promise, and kuina died. kuina…died. huh. his captain, his luffy, someone he knew so intimately and who knew him in turn. hes never met someone with that name his entire life. he needs to go to work, he needs to find his crew. 

he doesn’t understand what the fuck is happening. 

without his permission his legs stand him right up and he moves confusedly, surely, to the bathroom he didnt know he had. his reflection stares back at him in the mirror and its him, of course it is, he doesnt know why he expected someone else, but hes also…different. he has both function of his eyes, first of all. a scar in the same place as before but its light and healed over and doesnt seem to have blinded him like it once did. his hair is green, sure, but black roots peek out from underneath the familiar shade. hes grown stubble, he should shave. he needs to go to work. 

hes so confused, but his body moves like its been doing this its whole life. as far as zoro knows, it has. 

he continues getting ready, mind still at odds, and makes himself a cup of coffee (in his own kitchen. his own kitchen? the state of it leaves less to be desired. sanji would surely skin him alive) before tucking into his shoes, grabbing his wallet and keys and heading out the door. he seems to live in a single room apartment, and a crummy one at that. his legs move him faster, he has to go to work, he cant be late again (again?).

his car is parked outside the building, he has no fucking clue what it is but he unlocks it all the same and settles in. he feels like he shouldnt be operating this sort of machinery. franky would know better than him how it must work. he starts it up and backs out. trusting his gut to get him where he needs to be. he should be more concerned, he should be frantic and inconsolable, his captain was dead in his arms and now hes? what? going to lay some bricks or some shit? but he finds that part of him dulled in favor of following whatever mundanity this body is pushing him towards. 

uumm whatever whatever he arrives at work eventually i dont know how construction jobs work are there offices or something. idc thats not the point. johnny and yosaku are there and zoro is surprised to see them since, as far as he knows, the last time they were with each other was at arlong park which was years ago for him. but the two greet him like this is a daily occurence, like theyve been working together for years. and zoro thinks, knows, they must have. but this is good, this is great fucking news actually because until now theres been no confirmation if zoro was here alone (wherever “here” is) but now his proof is right in front of him because if johnny and yosaku are here, and they exist the same as from before, then that must mean everyone else is here too right? he clings onto this hope with both hands trembling. 

nami, usopp, the cook and chopper and robin and franky, brook, jinbe and fuck. fuck, luffy. theyve got to be here somewhere, zoro just has to find them. hes not sure if they remember things like he does but hes got to try because they are his as much as he has always been theirs and they should all exist together as it has always been. 

so then yeah he finishes his shift because its what hes ‘supposed’ to do but he doesnt go home. he drives around aimlessly before pulling into a random lot and pulling out his phone (theres no snail attached to it. weird.) he doesnt even know where to begin. hes not usually the one coming up with plans, he just goes where theres blood need to be shed. but no one seems to be in any danger here except for maybe himself, and its not like he has his swords anyway- shit. fuck did he still have wado? he must have right? he knows there was a kuina that existed here too, he knows because he remembers. and she, well she wasnt around anymore so he must have wado. he must. with shaking fingers he pushes that aside for now, though barely. he needs to find luffy, but he wouldnt even know where to start. luffy could probably find the rest of their crew by simply wandering around and happening upon them, thats how he did it before. but zoro has no idea where he’d be, he doesnt even know where he is. nami or robin would be a good bet to at least form a plan, but he wouldnt know how to find them either. 

is there even a coco village here? would robin still be part of baroque works? he needs someone who has a defined location that he could google or something (what the hell is google?). usopp would be at syrup village right? shit. is there even a drum island? these are all too broad, he needs something specific. specific…..a place with an identifiable name, somewhere smaller that would be easier to stake out…

a lightbulb goes off. 

fucking shit he thinks. of course. of fucking course it would come down to the cook. 

he types in “baratie” to his maps and a location pops up, just 27 minutes from where he is now. he hasnt eaten yet either, so he figures thats killing two birds with one stone. he taps the address, backs out of the lot and drives. 

(if it takes him nearly an hour to get there thats nobodys business but his own)

he pulls up to the building about a quarter after 7. it seems packed enough already, but if memory serves him right then that was just par for the course for baratie. he parks, gets out and locks his car, then shoves his hands in his pocket and resigns himself to another oncoming migraine hes sure to get upon interacting with the man hes certain is waiting somewhere inside. 

the tables are full, the host tells him, he slips a 20 from his wallet and suddenly (of course) theyre more than willing to serve him. 

he gets settled in a far and somewhat isolated booth and a waiter comes up to him, but he cuts the man off as hes introducing himself and says “you got a blonde working here? stupid ass side part with a weird eyebrow? goes by sanji” the waiter looks shocked and put off by his rudeness but quickly collects himself and says “we might. depends on whos asking” zoro snorts “just tell him hes got someone who wants to talk to him,” he cringes at this next part, tries to smile but knows it comes off as a sneer. hes not sure if he still has conquerors haki wherever he happens to be now, but he tries to channel that energy the same way he would if he were in battle and says “tell him im a fan.” the waiters eyes widen, in fear or surprise zoros not sure (most likely a mix of both) before he nods and scurries across the floor, weaving in between patrons and coworkers alike until he disappears behind the double doors to the kitchen. 

zoro sits with his arms crossed and skims through the menu out of boredom and impatience. its a couple minutes before he sees a familiar head of blonde hair emerge from across the way. a smile climbs onto his face despite himself. sure, the guy annoyed him to hell and back and their…friendship (if you could really call it that) was a tumultuous one, but it was good to see someone familiar nonetheless. he schools his expression before the blonde can spot him. a few moments pass before hes standing right in front of zoro, his stupid suit primped and pressed as always, and a cautious look on his face. 

“you asked for me?” his tone is the one he only reserves for men who he deems not worth his time. zoro grits his teeth but says “yeah, theres something ive gotta discuss with you.” 

hes never been one for tact, forever blunt unlike his swords. 

sanji quirks a brow “i dont plan on talking about anything with anyone unless theyre a paying customer” zoro feels his eyebrow twitch but grabs his menu nonetheless and points to a random item without looking “i’ll have this then, and whatever booze you got.” sanji leans in to see what hes pointing to before his one visible eye widens and a grin slowly overtakes his previously unaffected face. 

he speaks condescendingly. “wonderful choice sir, coming right up.” before zoro can get another word in he grabs the menu out of his hand, spins on his heel, and marches back to the kitchen. 

zoro clenches his fists and does his best not to grind his teeth into a fine dust. no matter where they are or what displacement in time the fucking curly brow never fails to be absolutely insufferable. at least this way though, zoro knows its him for real. 

its another 20 minutes before the shit cook reemerges from the back with a platter and a mug in his hand. he steps up to zoros table and places the plate and cup down in front of him with a smug look. zoro has no idea what the fuck hes looking at on his plate. he doesnt have time to question it before sanji plops down in the booth seat across from him, disregarding all previous faux-professionale and asking “so what do you want” zoro tears his eyes away from his plate and looks into sanji’s, trying to convey as much emotion, as much urgency as he possibly can. 

“luffy needs us. and we have to find him” whatever the cook was expecting him to say, it definitely wasnt that. the other man regards him more warily now, looking him up and down with a tense frown before replying “i dont know what the hell youre talking about. and i dont appreciate being mocked or having my time wasted” he goes to stand up but zoro grabs his wrist, yanking him back down unceremoniously. 

he blinks before rounding back on zoro, flaring his nostrils in a way zoro knows means hes about to get himself in deep shit “oi, what the fuck do you think youre-“ he doesnt let him finish “im not mocking you. this isnt some stupid prank or whatever youre thinking. and despite how much i would enjoy punching your teeth in right now im not looking for a fight either.” 

the cook still looks affronted but seems to actually be listening. zoro continues “look, i dont know what the fuck is going on. i was at laughtale with you and the others, with luffy, and then i woke up and now im here and i dont know how but this is all wrong. its all wrong but i need to find luffy and fuck, i cant do it alone. i need your help to find him. find everyone.” the blondes eye is wide, but he blinks and its gone. he looks more tired than zoro has ever seen him 

“im not paid enough for this shit. i dont know why i even-“ he looks like hes getting ready to leave again but zoro is desperate at this point so he blurts out whatever he thinks will convince the other man hes not bullshitting.

“we met you here, at the baratie. me and nami and usopp and luffy. luffy busted through one of your walls so your old man punished him by making him wash dishes. i dont, i dont know what luffy said to you, or how he convinced you to join us, but he changed your life like he did mine. we sailed together, and we had each others backs no matter how much we got on each others nerves. you were our cook. i was our swordsman. luffy was our captain and youd do anything to help him, i know you would, same as me. youre a pervert and an asshole and a damn annoyance, but youre strong. i could still kick your ass though” if the cook’s eyebrow could go any higher hes sure itd be clear off his forehead by now. 

“and you- your dream. you wanted to find the all blue.” he stalls there, engine sputtering. zoro doesnt know what else to say, so he snaps his mouth shut. 

the blonde is still gaping at him like a fish, but he mouths the phrase “all blue” like hes been searching for it his whole life, like he always knew but just never had the words. 

he blinks. 

then he blinks again, rapidly. there are tears pooling in his eyes. his mouth flaps for a moment before he seems to finally be able to push out words. 

“you- zoro?” he sounds small. he sounds hopeful. zoro grins. 

“yeah, yeah its me.” sanji stares at him a moment, then looks around, as if hes seeing everything with clear eyes for the very first time. zoro figures he might as well be. 

“holy shit. holy shit.” 

zoro laughs, a rough thing. theres a ball in his throat that he cant seem to dislodge. “nice to have you back, curly brow” sanji’s gaze snaps back to him before he scowls and tries wiping away the tears that are now streaking down his cheeks. its useless though, it seems they cant stop. zoro laughs again at the sorry state of the asshole in front of him, this time more full and genuine. he feels so relieved he doesnt know what to do with himself. 

“yeah yeah, whatever dick head.” sanji grumbles. zoro quiets down, glances away, lets him have his moment. “fuck, mosshead, im still on the clock and you unload all this on me? how the hell am i supposed to finish the rest of my shift?” his words are sharp but he doesnt sound angry at all. in fact, when zoro turns back to look, hes smiling. 

“you remember now though, dont you?” he has to be sure. 

“what does it look like, dumbass? think im tearin’ up cuz of pollen or some shit?” the cook rolls his eye. theyre both silent for a moment, trapped in their own heads, before he speaks up again. “so, what now?” zoro doesnt even have to think before he answers “we find everyone else, obviously.” “well no shit, but how?” zoro glances to the side. “i was hoping youd figure that out” sanji stares before bursting out laughing. zoro scowls and hunches into his shoulders. 

“of course!” sanji cackles “of course your dumbass wouldnt know what to do! you probably just typed in the most recognizable place you could remember and hoped one of us would be there!” zoro doesn’t answer, because yes thats what he fucking did, but it worked didnt it? he doesnt see whats so funny. 

“fuck you.” 

he wants nothing more than to bash that smarmy mouth in, but the familiar egging settles something in his soul. sanji gasps a few breaths before calming down, now wiping tears from his eyes for a completely different reason. 

“alright alright, well lets figure this out then, yeah? we figure out how we got here then we can figure out how to get back right? simple enough” 

zoro nods, “law was-“ he stops. remembers dull eyes and clammy skin and wrong wrong wrong. he shakes his head, “no, no we cant” sanji looks at him confused. 

“we cant go back,” zoro presses, “not until i fix things. i promised i would” the other man seems to pick up on his panic and his mood dampens, becomes more serious. “promised what?” 

zoros never been one to sugarcoat, but now he wishes he could find a way to soften the blow hes about to deal. he inhales, pushes the breath out. says, “luffy died, sanji.” the fact the hes actually using the other mans name seems to fly right over his head in favor of the first part. “what?” zoro huffs, is he really gonna make him say it again? “luffy di-“ sanji interrupts, angry now, fists clenched and whitened from the pressure “i heard what you said. but what do you mean.” 

he doesnt want to have to tell sanji what happened, doesnt want to talk about it at all, wants to slice it up into small enough pieces that it very well may have never existed.

he told law the others wouldn't have to know, that he would make sure of it, but he's realizing now just how unrealistic that is. as much faith as zoro places in his own abilities, he's aware he's only one man.

and, he figures, if there's anyone i can trust enough to share a burden heavy as this with, might as well be the one who's strength i'd count on just as much as my own.

sanji cant help if he doesnt know what went down once they got separated at laughtale, so zoro sets his shoulders, clenches his fists, prepares himself like hes riding into a battle he knows he has no chance of winning—hes the first mate for fucks sake—and resigns himself to filling the other man in on every horrible detail

by the end, the cook looks much the same as zoro feels, pale-faced and shaky. he runs a trembling hand through his hair and clenches his eye shut. “fuck mosshead, thats…” he doesnt bother finishing, and zoro stays silent—already knowing just how much of a shitty situation it is that theyve found themselves in.

—

(btw the reason sanji was so smug about what zoro randomly chose on the menu is bc its one of their most expensive dishes. even upon regaining his memories he still makes zoro pay it cuz hes an asshole like that. business is business 😁)

uuummm i dont feel like detailing the rest basically my idea is that they work together to try and track down all the members as well as law, since hes also a part of this. i dont know how or when or in what order but i do know finding luffy would come last. so yes its zolu but for a majority of it more in spirit than anything. maybe i can throw in some luffy pov of him living with ace and sabo . he knows something is off but cant place his finger on what. he knows something is missing but hes got his brothers with him so what else could he possibly need? etc etc. you get the idea

[sinkingwmyships]

my avenday / sunturine ship chart!! template here, thank you for making it 🩵

i guess this is less in general and more in relations to my emotional regulation series? (kinda… vaguely canon-compliant AU where they help each other, well, regulate their emotions, via kinky segs among other means 🫣) i was j very into their dynamic in that series at that time. but this also just contains a number of hcs i have for them, that idt changes too much in b/w AUs anw.

enjoy~

typed text below cut (bc who knows how legible my handwriting actly is); may contain some extra notes/thoughts i wasn’t able to squeeze into the chart (will be in [ ] )

Stupid Ass Ship Chart

General info

Sunday Oak

sexuality: unclear/never explored, but if i have to: gay [lowkey tempted to just say “humanity”(/pan)… like bro def thought it’s normal to love everybody both ways (platonic & romantic) until Robin came out to him and he was like, “why do you hate men?” - R: “i don’t hate men i’m just not attracted to them that way” - S: “what ‘way’ there is only one ‘way’… no?” - R: “… brother imma hold your hand while i say this”]

gender: cis male

Aventurine/Kakavasha

sexuality: gay

gender: cis male

Ship name:

sunavenday 🔄

Ages + difference:

Sunday: late 20s

Aven: irdk

2 years apart max

Heights + difference:

idk [and idc for height difference so i just never think abt it], but Sunday feels slightly taller

Describe their vibe:

emotional hurt/comfort; rivals to lovers; slow burn

very protective of each other; try to out-spoil one another [cmon they can both easily be sugar daddies]

Scale ratings

[i’ll let u look at the image for my ratings, but here are the ones i wrote notes for]

Aggressively romantic ↔️ allergic to PDA:

Aven: fluctuates depending on his mood

(Severely) mentally ill ↔️ mentally stable:

Aven: he’s working on it ywy

Big spoon ↔️ little spoon:

Sunday: doesn’t mind [either]

Aven: if he does agree to spoon, he’d prefer little

The weapon ↔️ the wielder:

i think both of them can be both depending on the situation [ie. neither would mind being the other’s weapon, and both would trust himself and the other to trust him to be the wielder]

Functional ↔️ soggy loser: [i think this is meant to be in shippy terms but i interpreted it in general life terms as well]

Aven: some days [are harder for him] than others

Short answer

What brings them together?

eventual trust, mutual understanding, mutual interest -> feelings

Sunday: too pent up for too long

Aven: i mean… he calls Sun “the most handsome man in Penacony” for a reason ;)

What’s keeping them apart?

Aven doesn’t trust Sun is genuinely into him; Sun can’t believe he pulled such a baddie and is afraid any advances would scare Aven away.

Poorly describe their meet-cute:

One is in a sticky situation and the other happens to be available to help him out.

List their reductive fandom tropes/their ship appeal:

Hot man x2 🤷 (or babygirl x2 tbh)

“The most handsome man—“ ok we get it

(popular interpretation) “why is he YOUR man but MY narrative foil?”

[update: i think toxic yaoi is also one of them…? 😭 it’s not an appeal for me but a lot of ppl mention it when they talk abt sunven]

Who’s the armrest?

Aven (both tbh)

Who’s the headrest?

Sunday [unfortunately his halo may skewer Aven if Aven is the headrest i think]

Who fell first?

Aven (but i think around same time)

Who fell harder?

Sunday

Who cooks?

Aven (more skilled + doesn’t mind it)

Who cleans up more messes?

Aven for literal ones; Sun for work/publicity-related [ie figurative] ones

Who’s the bigger yearner?

Sunday

Who confesses first?

Aven

Touch?

Sunday: most places ok (he’ll just get a bit bashful) except halo is a ‘do not’ and he’s finicky w his hands. wings are ok but sometimes will make him react bc the touch is unfamiliar [ie he’s not used to being touched there]

Aven: doesn’t associate touch w pleasantness, prefers a warning. especially enforces this rule w his partner imo. but once he gives permission then it’s ok. has to use hands [ie desensitize his hands to touch] for social interactions (eg handshakes)

[galactic-rhea]

never thought about the vader + obiwan dynamic like that but damn. kind vibe. consider !! (or dont ur decision) if we were to tentatively tie it into the pre-existing canon that instead of the "vader wants to kill obiwan because he blames him and is therefore obsessed with killing him" it could be more. vader is obsessed with kill obiwan BECAUSE of his self-hatred and self-disgust. obiwan (and ahsoka. and rex. and luke and-) is one of the last pieces of Anakin Skywalker alive. he's a living reminder of that pain and who vader couldve been. so the obsession is less With obiwan, then with himself and it turns into this grotesque self-harming violence and obiwan is being sucked into by association. i could also see this applying to vader's fights with ahsoka and luke (the first one not the second). peace and love ur thoughts and art are golden ❤️

Woah thank you! <3

I haven't watched Rebels yet, so I have no idea how the Ahsoka vs Vader fight went (which is why I avoid so hard gifsets with Ahsoka and Anakin 😂😂) but it could be pretty accurate, I suppose!

With Vader, I usually remain on the notion that he's pretty much a husk of Anakin, he lacks any passion at all, like sure he's angry and furious most of the time, and annoyed, but it's like, instead of raging burning fury, it burns like how ice burns, is old and calculated and rootten and it leaves you numb to everything.

In the original trilogy he doesn't seem to deny thaaaaaat hard being Anakin, I mean he does, but like he's just so...idk, he's so "meh" about everything, nothing matters, like instead of going "THAT NAME MEANS NOTHING TO ME ANYMOREEEEEE!!!!" it's more like "-takes away Luke's lightsaber- That name means nothing to me anymore y'know."

"then my father is truly dead"

"ah"

Like he's almost bored, in fact when he kills Obi-Wan he does look almost bored like "wow, this is a lame fight, I'll end it quickly old master" and then he stomps on the robes when Obi-Wan's corpse disappear,,,,like a cat trying to catch a light pointer, and then he just leaves like "whatever idc why this body is gone, i've seen weirder stuff" NKJDFSNJDFSSD

He doesn't even care enough about his self-hatred to like, you know, do something about himself, or like, even kill himself because Palpatine probably doesn't let him die and because he believes he deserves the hell he lives him. He only mostly moves to carry on Palpatine's orders.

So that's mostly what I go by with him, if he's obssesed about anything, is when he learns about Luke, probably. If he wanted to rid off everything about 'anakin skywalker', you would think he wouldn't care about Luke that much because Luke very proudly takes on the name Skywalker (i would say agressively and stubbornly 😆) and he would rather not aknowledge anything about Padmé or why he turned to the dark side, which he probably doesn't admit outwardly, and probably tells himself he doesn't care, but internally is the very reason he hates himself.

He also kept Ahsoka's lightsaber, which, again, is he reaaally wanted to destroy everything that remained of his old life wouldn't fit (again, I haven't watched Rebels so idk if that's brought up in their fight)

He wanted to kill Obi-Wan mostly out of the fact he...kills anything opposing the empire, and the jedi are forbidden now and "I suppose I should want revenge and he's here now".

But yeah, I could see an AU where he does want to hunt down Obi-Wan and it's just an attempt to end what's left of Anakin, and feeling really empty and unchanged if he believes Obi-Wan dead (or actually manages to kill him before ANH timeline). Like there's just quiet silence, and he still feels the same, Anakin's still hasn't been destroyed, and then goes back to his usual misererable apathy.

[trainerbob23]

got any favorite ships? if not much of a shipping person i'd be really interested in knowing what other kinds of relationships and dynamics you're really into ^_^

Well, my favorite Kirby ships/friendships can go as follows

(Please note that I do not support proshipping and this is not a complete list of friendships and if you want to know more about who's friends .)

Kirby ships I like

Metadedede:

It shouldn't come as a surprise because I like both dedede's and Meta Knights dynamic and seeing the art based around the both of them makes me extremely happy,

Kirbfluff (platonic):

like oh my god, I seriously love the idea of fluff coming to dreamland and having such a good time with kirby and both of them seeing new heights like never before, it's such a crime that prince fluff only appeared in one game and that's it.

magoranza:

ok so this was introduced me to a good friend of mine back around 2022 on discord before I became completely active on the site, but seriously this idea is amazing to be honest of Magolor and taranza being together and just seeing the both of them feel so happy after the both taranza and Magolor had gone though (even sometimes it means little slip ups from here and there)

OC x canon:

alright let's get the elephant out of the room here. I love OC x canon and idc what anyone's tells me about it. Yeah it may be cringe, but I think that if you hc your original character is in love a pre existing character is good and it can even be a good idea for those who are starting out with shipping other characters and see where you can go from there.

Metasusie:

Ok it's a moreso of a ship I like to look at perspective and say "I think it's a cute ship". And i know it's a controversial ship, but I personally think that metasusie can be put into perspective how meta knight's and Susie's relationship have changed since the events of the original game, but many people have misinterpreted Susie as more malicious than she actually is and taken things like torture fics to be canon when there's really not that much info to go off of.

Friendships

The main four:

I really love the main four's (Kirby, bandee, King dedede and meta knight) dynamic so so much like it can be considered a found family if you will and I'm so grateful that the new Kirby games showoff this dynamic very well.

The animal friends: I'm surprised how the animal friends have not been in much Kirby games recently other than star ailies, to be frank the idea of them having a great time with Kirby and with them being different pets, Kirby like to play with them a whole lot

Gooey: gooey treats Kirby as a big brother in my hc and also who likes to think about a whole lot about popstar and the entire world around him as well.

Magolor: Magolor is extremely greatful to have Kirby as a best friend After what had happened thoughout the events of rtdl deluxe, He didn't want to ask for forgiveness at first, but he felt extremely guilty for what happened So he proves to Kirby that he can succeed and even change as a person. (even if Kirby has forgave Magolor)

Bandee: he is kirby's bestest of friends and would do anything for Kirby. After the events of super star ultra he would officially become Kirby's best friends and their relationship is so so important to me because both bandee and Kirby often are seen playing with each other or drinking apple juice or he is seen even humming the song to himself.

Marx: he may be a jester but he is good at tricks, in the manga where Marx and Kirby are friends (sorry can't remember the name) he felt extremely sad over the fact that Kirby didn't remember the playdate and even more they were/ still are best friends (well in my hc) (https://www.tumblr.com/kirby-manga-translated/725558045121363968/kirby-manpuku-pupupu-fantasy-volume-7-chapter)

Dark meta knight: I'd like to think after the events of amazing mirror and star aillies, he comes down to popstar more often to either draw with Adeline and to even improve as a person, even if it means being slightly annoyed at meta knight

Meta Knight: I personally think he is mostly Kirby's friend as well, and seeing how this was the first ever Kirby character I liked when I first played as him in smash bros. Him being shy when his mask breaks and in the anime I was inspired to make a fan-made episode script based around him losing his mask (which you guys should read by the way, https://www.tumblr.com/trainerbob23/689281680493723648/hey-everyone-i-just-wrote-a-kirby-right-back-at) this guy was the reason I even got it to this fan base in the first place and I'm really glad that happened

King dedede: originally rivals, but turned to friends and even great allies. I seriously don't know why the anime turned him into such a douchebag when in the games he has definitely changed for the better and I'm so proud of dedede for proving to himself that he can change as a person in his own character arc

I know this is not complete list of characters and that is fine. It will have taken me ages to do so. So if you guys want a complete list of all the Kirby characters. Let me know. I have so much to say about them

[okdeedee]

as i was saying

cassian andor x gn!reader - part of latch

an: Oh man. this is the first fic i’ve ever written or published. I’ve been reading fic since i was like 13. thank you to the majesty of andor for pushing me over the edge. interaction is welcome. a good song w the vibe of this fic is the title - "as i was saying" by jack johnson. just yearning.

done my absolute best to keep it as gender neutral and descriptionless as possible but let me know if there are slip ups Please. also i saw on the google that cassian's sister is called kerri. idc if thats not canon i think it's cute so i've adopted it here

wc: 2.5k words which i feel insane about. unbeta'd but i read it 5000 times out of pure anxiety.

rating: no warnings, but i’m an 18+ blog so minors? skedaddle. YEARNING. fluff and gentleness and some character exploration and a tiny bit of angst. hand holding 👀👀 and two small mentions of a scar from a burn. no use of y/n.

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There is something about Yavin 4 that reminds Cassian of his homeworld. He tries not to consider their similarities too often. He tries not to consider unproductive things at all - there is too much to do, and he is best at his work when he is in perpetual motion.

The air is thicker on Yavin than it was on Kenari. The ancient temples bear no resemblance to the wooden lean-tos and houses he spent those first years of his life in.

But every once in a while, something in the lush green, the smell of the damp soil, the low cry of a whisper-bird will jog Cassian’s memory and render him immobile for a minute.

He tries to remember his sister - Kerri - remembers how tiny she was when she was born, how long her hair grew and how soft it was. He can conjure parts of her in his mind, a glimpse of her big black eyes, the feel of her hand in his. The way her voice sounded when she giggled and called his name. Kassa.

It has been over two decades since he last saw her. 

Cassian gives up trying to remember pretty quickly, because a little part of him worries that if he tries too hard to recall her in her entirety, he will force out the few memories he has left. He loved her fiercely and he always will.

But there is work to do.

This morning is not going too badly - He managed to scrounge enough caf from the dregs of two canisters in the kitchen on base. The meeting with Senator Pamlo and General Draven was brief enough, if a little frustrating. He’s leading a training session in a couple hours and has an obscene amount of administrative work to get through, so he starts moving again.

Cassian is looking for K-2 in the east corner of the upper hangar to ask about a 3-rotation-long gap in the travel log when he hears a laugh. It starts soft, musical, then grows into an unabashed cackle. It darts and echoes around the ships in the hangar. Then, in a gleeful voice:

“K, I have a feeling Cassian wouldn’t want you to tell me that.”

He knows that voice. He knows that laugh. Cassian’s steps don’t falter, but it’s a close thing. Something like the burning sensation he felt when he got a little too close to the business end of an X-wing sears through his abdomen. He’s half rifling through his recent memories to figure out what on earth K-2 could be telling you, half trying to think of something unaffected and alluring to say to you once he rounds the corner of this hulking GR-75 that he knows you’ve been working on lately.

“Well, he should stop embarrassing himself on missions.” 

Another laugh. “Humans have a margin for error, unlike your faultless programming - don’t hold your breath.”

Cassian speaks as you come into view. “K doesn’t have lungs, so I’m not sure he’d be able to do that anyway.”

You turn and gasp a little – in shock, recognition – and there is a pause, during which Cassian is struck dumb by the joy in your eyes. Then your familiar beaming smile takes over your face, crinkling your nose and half-closing your eyes. You’re crouched down, your coveralls smeared with grease, surrounded by the innards of a shield generator. You wave, and Cassian only just remembers to raise a hand in greeting as he approaches.

“Speak of the man and he shall appear. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, standing up and scrubbing your hands clean with a rag in your pocket.

Cassian runs a hand through his hair so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like reach out and help you up. 

“I was looking for K, but it seems like he’s been out ruining my reputation,” he tries instead.

K-2 turns just his head to Cassian, and gestures at him with a hydrospanner he must be holding for you. "You did that yourself. Levels of respect for you are lower than they were last quarter.”

You let out a short bark of a laugh. “What? K, you don’t really keep track of that, do you?”

“Do you want an assessment of the drop in percentages?”

“You’re joking,” you say, incredulous. 

“I am not,” K states, but there is a humorous lilt in his artificial voice.

Cassian huffs. “K-2 -”

“My strength is data, Cassian, it would be wise not to interrupt-“

“Nevermind that – what was he telling you?”

There is a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just a little something about a faux-pas with a Chiss contact.”

Cassian and K-2 have an intense, eye-contact based silent conversation, which is impressive for a man with a considerable poker face and a droid with lightbulbs for eyes. 

Cassian loses. He looks over at you and your grease-stained hands. He meets your eyes. They’re still bright, somehow, in this overcast weather. 

Maybe not such a loss, then. 

“How was I supposed to know a handshake was too intimate for greeting a stranger?” 

You raise your eyebrows. “You could have researched. Unless you think you’re above that, Captain Andor?” 

Cassian flails and can’t find anything interesting to respond with. A silence stretches out between you. 

You start to shrink back into yourself, and you fiddle with the fastenings of your coveralls. It’s clear you feel you’ve overstepped. “Sorry. I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s an honest mistake; my brother made a similar one when we were growing up.” 

This is one of the many things about you that Cassian cannot understand, but feels honoured to experience. You give information about yourself, your past, your feelings quite freely. Cassian desperately wishes he could have the same openness with you. He wants, more than most things, for you to know him. 

But he has lost too many people by getting personal, and there is work to do. 

You interpret his silence for a lack of interest, and begin to turn away. “Sorry, Captain, I got carried away. You looked like you were on a mission. Did you need to speak to K-2?” 

You’re closing up before his eyes, and he hates it. Hates being responsible for dimming the light that radiates out of you.

“No! Please, I have nowhere to be until 1300. What did your brother do?” 

There’s a tiny grateful smile playing on your lips. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes. K, can you write the secondary report for that recon trip to Kijimi last week? General Draven wanted to see it.”

It’s a transparent ploy to get you alone, but it seems that K-2 is feeling lenient. He places the hydrospanner he was holding for you on the wing of the GR-75 and leaves without embarrassing Cassian any further. 

You sit down on an empty crate and pat a box opposite you. Cassian sits, and his brain alerts him to the fact that if he moved a little, his and your knees would touch.

“So, my brother. We grew up in a fairly reclusive… tribe? Village? A small community, and, turns out, a pretty distinct culture from other parts of the world.” 

“You grew up on Onderon, right?” 

You look thrilled that Cassian remembers. He can’t help but smile. 

“Yes! Anyway, we have this way of greeting, this gesture that is completely normal to us. It’s a sign of deep respect. One day, we head into civilisation for a meeting between a bunch of villages in our hemisphere. None of us get along, plus it’s wartime, so it’s really tense. The chairperson for the meeting is this beautiful, statuesque woman. My brother decides then and there that he just has to meet her, so he runs up to the chairperson in the middle of this very important meeting, takes her hand and does our greeting. 

“In our culture? Perfectly acceptable, if badly timed. In her culture, leaders like her are not to be touched on ceremonial days like that. They do special rituals beforehand to prepare people to speak for their village. She had to step down for the day. Not to mention my brother was seen to be raised poorly because of his tactlessness, which reflected terribly on our community as a whole. We got kicked out. He got the scolding of his life when we got home, but he talked about how amazing she was for days after.” 

You grin - there is pain in recalling the memory, but Cassian feels the joy in your voice as you recount it. He laughs, and it surprises him. 

He remembers the early days of living with Maarva and Clem, the language barrier. The quotidian things Cassian had to learn to keep up in Ferrix, like comms, or how to electronically lock the door. It was hard; the loss of Kerri was still fresh, he missed his home like a lung. But there were glimpses - the exasperated fondness in Clem’s eyes when he patched Cassian up after a tussle with a neighbour, Maarva’s wink when she’d sneak him sweets behind Clem’s back, the first time Bix smiled at him. 

He wants to tell you these things. He wants you to know him. 

Instead, he takes a steadying breath and asks, “How old were you both?”

Your head tilts upwards as you try to remember, and Cassian is entranced by the curve of your neck. 

“Oh, he would have been seven, or eight? Old enough to know better. I was four, I think.” 

“What’s the custom? What could possibly deserve that punishment?” 

You stare at a smudge on the leg of your coveralls, and shrug. “It’s nothing ridiculous, it’s just… relatively intimate.” 

Cassian can’t form any response to that. You look into his eyes. Then your eyes slowly travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms, until they stop at his hands that are folded in his lap. He burns under your intent gaze. 

“Turn to me. Give me your hand.” 

Cassian swivels, your knees touch his. He gingerly offers his left hand, palm facing down. You take it in both of yours. You close your eyes. 

Cassian feels like he is falling through space as you move his hand up to your forehead. The heel of his hand fits in the top of the bridge of your nose perfectly. Then you move his hand down, so the tip of your nose touches the bottom of his palm. Then, with a hint of a smile, you move the heel of his hand to your lips, and press a long, chaste kiss to his calloused skin. Your eyebrows furrow a little. Finally, you bring his three middle fingers to your lips, and kiss them too. 

You open your eyes and gaze into his. You bow your head, maintaining eye contact, then you place his hand back on his thigh. 

Cassian feels like his face is about the temperature of the Yavin system’s sun. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He stares at you, dumbfounded. 

You snake your arms around your abdomen and tuck your chin into your shoulder. You’re not looking at him anymore. “So…Yep. That’s the…that’s how we greet people.” 

You uncross your arms and pick at your fingernails, staring resolutely at the dusty ground. The sun peeks out from the overcast sky, and casts a shadow of your eyelashes onto your cheek. He knows he should say something; make sure you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but he's paralysed by how much he wants you to do it again.  

The clouds roll in again, and the shadow on your cheek is gone. 

You shift - his silence has made you self-conscious again. You flash him a quick apologetic smile, stand up, and start moving back to your work. 

Cassian lunges forward and grabs your hand. You turn around, eyes wide. He hopes you can’t feel his racing pulse. He pulls you toward him gently, puts your hand in both of his. He studies it, the callouses where your palm meets each of your fingers, the scar that curls around your index and middle fingers.

“How did you get this?” He murmurs. 

You breathe in like you’ve been winded. “What?” 

“This scar. How did you get it?” 

Your hand is shaking just slightly as you answer back quietly, “I dropped an arc welder last year. Instinctively tried to catch it with my other hand. Didn’t go too well.” 

Before he can come to his senses, Cassian moves your hand to his forehead and closes his eyes. He presses the heel of your palm to the bridge and then the tip of his nose. He stops, opens his eyes and looks up. You’re looking at him with an intensity he wouldn’t be able to name if he tried. He stays looking at you, watching for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t see any, so he presses a gentle kiss to your palm. He stays there and closes his eyes again, inhales the scent of metal, sweat, and engine oil. It’s not particularly pleasant, it isn’t like the flowers that bloom every once in a while deep in Yavin’s forests, but it’s you, and that’s all Cassian wants. 

He hums and moves your fingers to his lips, where he kisses the scars on your fingers. Your breath hitches, barely audible. 

He looks into your eyes, bows his head, and lets go of your hand. Your hand stays suspended in the air while you stare at it. 

“I-” 

“You-”

You wring your hands together. “Sorry. You talk.” 

Cassian stands, and realises a second too late that he is very much in your personal space. Your noses almost touch. He takes a step back, and the moment you both just inhabited has gone. His mind is moving more coherently, at the cost of his chest feeling hollow.

“You said it was a sign of respect. I wanted to - ah. Just…thank you for telling me. About your brother.” 

You smile politely; a little shyer than before. “I - I’m sure you’re busy. I’m sorry for rambling. But thank you for listening. And for… I haven’t been greeted in that way in a long time. So. Thank you.” 

You start to dart around, grabbing tools, looking haphazardly for parts. You avoid looking at Cassian altogether. 

He wants to go back to fifteen seconds ago, when he held your hand in his. When there was some warm, open thing flowing between the two of you, whatever it was. As you sidle past Cassian to reach a servodriver, he gently places his hand on your shoulder. 

“Don’t apologise. Please. It’s… it was nice.” 

You smile timidly, and nod. “Alright.” 

Cassian drops his hand. You start moving. “I should get back to work.”

Cassian clears his throat. “Me too.” 

Neither of you move.

You smile at the ground, laugh quietly. There is something whimsical in your lack of subtlety. Cassian chuckles as well. You make eye contact and giggle for a couple seconds like you're sharing an inside joke. It subsides, and you stand in silence. 

You wave at him, awkwardly, because he's still standing quite close to you.

“I’ll see you around, Cass.” 

Cassian’s heart soars, but he manages to respond with a breezy “See you.” 

As he walks away, Cassian hears you humming some song he doesn’t recognise.

I’ll see you around, Cass. 

For now, there is work to do. Cassian feels that he might just have the energy to do it. 

He thinks he’ll tell you about Maarva next time. 

[nightly-ruse]

Sorry I don’t like Brambleflower as a fix for canon Bramble. I just can’t separate the canon Bramble from any fanon bettered version for him. I get why he’s even named flower as a nod to his mother instead of father but it just does not suit him at all for me.

(Pretty long idc read if you want just know this is a Bramble hate post and I mean every word in here.)

To me honestly while I hate this character with a burning passion his character and what he does expands every cat around him a lot.

What he does to Squirrelflight is sickening but it builds her story, shows clear abuse from a husband and powerful figure which can then be twisted into her realizing this and overcoming him. She finally breaks after being screamed at by her own daughter about Bramblestar’s abuse and forces him to step down. She makes him retire, clawing him down ever life he has till he’s nothing but a old fool. Before taking leadership for herself and truly bringing Thunderclan into a golden age.

His children. The three love him, he’s their dad they look up to him a lot so much so they don’t see the little things he does to their mom. Until the secrets revealed. Hollyleaf feels shame crawling under her pelt every time she tries to meet his eyes until at last she tells him the truth. He goes cold and draws back. Blaming Squirrelflight first as always and the two concoction a plan to reveal it at the gathering to show everyone what liars Leafpool and Squilf are. When it is revealed Bramble strips Squirrel of her deputyship, breaks off their partnership, and denounces their children as ever his. He never treats any of three as his own family again even being quite horrible to them.

Now his Children by blood are different. He knows they are his he can see it clearly but he can’t love them. They don’t feel like his and they never will. While he nitpicks every thing that Squirrelflight does around them he barley even visits them. He pushes his son into the healer role because he doesn’t think he’s strong enough. And while he loves his daughter for being a natural talent he pushes her hard to be even better. Eventually cracking into the whole family split to side with their mother and begging her to end her partnership with Bramble. Even if he’s their dad he’s never felt like one truly certainly not like how she’s always been their mom.

And honestly it’s not just his family who are effected. He makes rash spiteful decisions fully fueled by emotions all the time as well as leaving so much onto his deputy. He’s a horrible leader, a horrible father, a horrible mate, and a selfish cat by heart. He likes to control others even if he doesn’t know it. He’s possessive and can’t let anyone leave him, refusing to let Squilf out of his claws, grabbing onto any trace of family he believes he has in Hawkfrost’s case even refusing to listen to anyone when they are clearly right.

This is far too long and I also have a splitting headache so take that into mind as I cut myself off here even though I have so many more thoughts I’d like to say. This isn’t a hate to the whole concept of ‘Brambleflower’ it’s just how I see it and his character. In my best case scenario to me, Squilf drags him down out of power and out of TC with the help of her real support system, he’s gone and while he does realize his mistakes he also pities himself for them. He’s never truly good and never can be, good Bramble died in that fire as a apprentice and what’s left is a charred toxic husk that’s there to blister anyone who tries to stand too close, or those he refuses to let go.

[5-htagonist]

ok my beloved mooties with whom i have a distant somewhat parasocial relationship. i need your help. what did i say wrong. help me below!

this got like 3 replies of Disapproval. why did so many people i dont know see this? is it just the fact that i typed character and ship names without censoring in the tags? i was told that i was airing out my casual ableism by someone who i assume blocked me. where is it? is it because i called a romantic relationship btwn 2 characters whose relationship (to me) reads as exploration of self and other through caretaking and respect boring??? is it because i mentioned autism??? is it because i said laios is good for kabru because he exposes holes in the social contract kabru is obsessed with??? is it because i said laios might enjoy learning about humans if its from someone whose interest in them is as obsessive as his in monsters, rather than something hes expected to pick up and learn himself??? is it because i said kabru and mithrun arent peers???? is it because i said i like when characters call kabru creepy???? hello????????

then i posted this

because i poured over my post and i just dont understand what i said wrong. not that i care about that sort of thing too too much im always willing to learn and im always trying to approach everyone and every situation with and empathetic lens so i dont usually have a problem with being offensive. but online is so native to me, i understand most of the social expectations in most circles on most sites. so i kind of know what to look for when anime fans who only have like 5 posts per month call me an ableist. and im Not finding it. so i posted that in jest.

then i got this ask

so im THINKING that maybe this fan base is just growing so rapidly that theres a ship war going on btwn kbms and lbru? because i didnt say mthrn is a useless burden you all (?) force kbru to look after and hes miserable about that.... i said i prefer lbru as a romantic relationship and kbms doesnt appeal to me at all, and specifically that i was kinda heated about a post that said kbms is if you want to see kbru get better lbru is if u want to see kbru get worse and i just disagree wholeheartedly, specifically on the aspect that kbms uniquiely makes kbru better and l*ios will make kbru worse. its just a reductive look on their characters and i think both l*ios and mthrn help kbru learn to treat himself better. but i find the way l*ios would get kbru to unmask and kbrus teaching ability would benefit l*ios to be more titillating than a caretaker relationship. but i dont think mthrn is useless... i love him!! and i love he and kbrus relationship as it is in canon! well actually i think its fine if they explored each others bodies at some point idc. but! its clear kbru isnt miserable with mthrn, and its clear he doesnt see him as a burden.

so i THINK they may have been projecting "antikbms" sentiment on to me...? but also i kinda worry i did say something ableist because the tumblrinas are more often than not pretty correct about their sentiments

[asht0n-69]

Sexuality hcs for the Strawhats

Luffy

Aromantic Asexual

I don’t know gender well, (he don’t gaf about it)

Bro does not know what that means

He litterally has seen men and women butt ass naked and he dgaf.

I rest my case

Zoro

Bisexual

Common take for him to be gay, but I definitely think he gets flustered around masc women.

Really just wants his s/o to be strong, to push themselves. A rival of sorts

Prefers men.

Trans man (idk but the gaydar gave me that)

Nami

Lesbain

This is obvious

Any scene with Vivi

VivixNami canon, angsty ship but idc

Cis woman 100%

Ussop

As much as this man likes trinkets you would think bi right?

Your wrong, bro is straight

Him and kaya canon

Cis man

Sanji

I have a lot to say

Bisexual, but so much internalized homophobia that he doesn’t know and if he did he would hate himself for it.

Little hc: he loves to take care of his s/o

There is no way this man is cis just saying.

He’s probably some semi neutral gender like gender-fluid or something

He is a egg 100% (the trans meaning)

Robin

Straight woman

I don’t know anything about her gender bro, but I’d say cis

Frobin is canon I love them

I’m gay for her (I’m a man)

Franky

Straight man

I’m on Enies Lobby no comment

Cis man, but bros backstory sounds so transcoded the changed name, the surgery’s, but I’m saying bros cis.