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He ate too many sweets and now he's quarantined until the sugar rush wears off

[karsunboy]

happy pride month or whatever

[karsunboy]

General PSA's for begginer alt crafting

- superglue heats up when in contact with fiber, your craft can start smoking or even catch on fire

- you can wash clothing painted with acrylic paint in the washing machine if you turn it inside out and use the lowest temperature

- don't put painted clothes in the dryer.

- you can wash clothes with metal bits in the washing machine but use the handwashing setting, dry the metal bits with a paper towel before hanging them to dry, and know that it WILL be loud

- synthetic dye is needed to dye synthetic fibers and requires a long time simmering in a boiling pot. This WILL stink up the house and you NEVER want to make food in that pot again

- faux leather is vinyl not leather. Get vinyl paint to paint on it

- don't use your teeth as tools, they don't regenerate. Reconstructing enamel costs a small fortune (ask me how I know.)

- when handsewing a lot through thick fabric get thin needles, it will require less force and be less taxing on your wrists. When machine sewing get a higher grade needle (~130 for jean)

- embroidery floss is overpriced and not as strong as it looks. For sewing on heavy stuff get denim thread, it will last forever

- don't feed a 60$ home sewing machine ten layers of denim before you learn how much a servicing fee costs, these things are dellicate

- spray paint is best applied from 30-40cm away, in swift movements. Putting too much or applying from too close will cause drips. You can sand them down and apply a new layer of paint AFTER they dry. Wipe the can nozzle after painting if it's messy, you don't want it to clog and become unusable

- water based markers on fabric will bleed, if not instantly then with time, alcohol markers will fade with time

- most fabric glues are machine washable up to a certain temperature. modgepodge is not waterproof, hitack is handwash only. Check the instructions

- the flatter the surface the easier hot glue will peel off. Faux leather stands no chance, fibers like yarn will hold it best, but is impossible to remove the glue from them in the future

- rivets are a thing that exists, only require a hammer to install and can be used as permanent fabric attachment

- studs, gromets and other metal junk at small fabric stores are laughably overspriced

- acetone (found in nail polish remover) will remove acrylic stains out of furniture, flooring and faux leather, if used in excess can damage the laquer. Can also be used to remove prints and glue off of plastic (do a small test before commiting, might melt the plastic it it's grade is low)

- residue from stickers (and k-tape) can be removed with oil

- acrylic stains cannot be removed out of clothing or carpet so protect your area before painting and don't wear clothes you care about

- if your thread keeps getting tangled or snagging while handsewing try waxing it

- you can lock in screw-in spikes with screw lock glue if you're scared of them falling off because they unscrew

- you can add washers to screw-in spikes if you're scared of them falling through flimsy fabric or too big of a hole

- if you're making anything out of soda cans have a metal file on hand, they are deceptively sharp and will hurt you and rip through fabric you're installing them in

- bleach can be found in mold killing spray (don't touch that shit with bare hands. chemical burn.)

- fabric paints are no different from slightly dilluted acrylic. You can make it yourself by adding a bit of fabric softener to acrylic or honestly even water

- if you are setting anything with an iron use parchment paper or a pressing cloth to pervent your stuff from sticking to your iron and ruining it

- if you want a safety pin somewhere permanently pinch it shut with pliers

- as much as you can, avoid putting glue on clothing, it makes it really hard to change your decisions later on and upcycle the project in the future

- kiss your friends

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[karsunboy]

i used to have no hope for the future but now i'm thinking. i want rich people food. i want rare sirloin steak. i've never had sirloin steak in my life. i think i want to try it before i die.

[karsunboy]

The Straw Hats don’t have a cook. 

They’re starting to think of it as a bit of a cursed position, really. No one they’ve picked up has lasted longer than an island before declaring they can’t deal with Luffy’s stomach and running off. 

Luffy’s a bit put out about it.

On the first half of the grand line, they went through about seven cooks. After Saboady, they briefly had Camie, although she made a lot of takoyaki. 

They carried Law with them from Punk Hazard to Dressrosa to Zou to Wano, and he made a LOT of onigiri.

It was delicious, but did get a bit old after a while. And he was never meant to stay, after all. 

After Kaido’s defeat and the subsequent party in Wano, they leave Law behind and are once again cook-less. 

But Luffy has a plan. It’s a plan that Zoro rolls his eyes at, but a plan nonetheless.

Jinbei had explained Big Mom’s intense love of sweets, and the island’s name — Whole Cake — is a promising one. Luffy is convinced they’ll be able to find their cook there. 

Zoro isn’t so sure. Cooks and bakers aren’t the same thing, and he’d be loathe to let a *baker* on the crew.

If he has to eat SWEETS for every meal, he’s going to lose it. Absolutely not. 

But he doesn’t argue with Luffy, because there’s never been a point in arguing with Luffy. It’ll either happen or it won’t, after all.

They arrive at Whole Cake and it’s… a terrifying experience. Everything has faces. Everything is SMILING. Zoro scowls, just to be contrary. 

Luffy wants to walk right up to Big Mom and demand a fight, but that’s easier said than done.

They end up in town, all eight of them, squished together in a little bakery with a sweet-as-honey baker who calls herself Pudding. “

That’s it!” Luffy tells after his first taste of pie. “You’ll be our cook!” 

Pudding blinks, and then titters a laugh. “Silly!” she says. “I can’t!”

“Why not?” Luffy asks with a scowl that matches Zoro’s. Zoro hasn’t touched the pie. He’s glad Pudding isn’t entertaining this.

Pudding waves her hand. “I have a business to run!” she giggles. “And besides, I’m married!” 

A large diamond ring glints on her finger. Luffy sinks back into his dessert.

“Fine,” he pouts. “We’ll find somebody else.” 

They do not, in fact, find anyone else. 

Mostly it’s excuses about not wanting to leave Big Mom. They’ve not seen her yet, but Zoro gets the feeling she’s a bit of a bitch.

He also hasn’t found anyone who will cook a steak rather than a pastry, which is getting a little old. 

Nami BEGS Luffy to use at least an ounce of discretion, and he pays no notice (after all, he’s already defeated Kaido, what’s one more emperor?) and walks right up to the front door of the castle.

To everyone’s shock (except Luffy’s), they’re greeted by a guard and escorted right inside. 

EVERYTHING. Has. A face. 

Zoro hates this place. 

He hates this whole island but he especially hates this place. 

He’s so busy hating this place that he completely doesn’t notice when everyone disappears.

(That’s definitely what happens— it’s definitely not that he takes a wrong turn and gets separated). 

He wanders through halls and up stairs and through more halls with skittering servants passing him by, plates piled high with (ugh) sweets. Gods above, where IS everyone?

Finally, after what must be the fifth set of stairs, Zoro finds himself at a dead end. A hallway that ends with a door with heavy bars across it. 

Well that must be it, Zoro thinks, if for no other reason than that it’s the most interesting thing he’s come across and it doesn’t have a FACE.

He takes out all three swords. 

The door is sturdy, but it’s not three swords sturdy. 

“Hello?” Zoro calls as he steps into the room. “Guys?” 

The room is dark. It’s sparse in decoration. There’s a bed and a dresser and a wash basin and a small high window, barred the way the door was. 

And a man.

“You’re not Luffy,” Zoro growls, unsheathing two of his swords almost immediately after sheathing them. 

The man regards him with cool indifference. His blond hair is long and stringy, falling just past his shoulders and covering one eye.

His clearly once white suit is tinged with dirt and spatters of rusty red. 

There is a hole in the middle of his forehead, with a slow trickle of blood seeping from it. 

“I’m not Luffy,” the man agrees. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Roronoa Zoro,” Zoro says. “My captain’s going to be king of the pirates.”

The man sighs. “Sure he will,” he says. He doesn’t bother to try to wipe at the blood seeping down his face. 

“You… going to do something about that?” Zoro asks. It’s gross. 

“No,” the man says. “It just does that. There’s a bullet somewhere in there.”

Zoro narrows his eyes. “You’ve been… shot?”

“Quite a while ago, yes.” 

“But you’re not… how long ago?” 

The man tilts his head. “Two months? Three? Time gets way from you when you’re locked in a room.” 

Ohhh right. The barred door. “Are you Big Mom’s prisoner?”

The man frowns slightly. “I’m honestly not entirely sure. I get the feeling that I am a sort of pet, at this point. Or maybe a prisoner. She can’t seem to figure out how to kill me.” 

“Why is she TRYING to kill too?” Zoro asks. He doesn’t like when people aren’t straightforward.

“Oh,” the man says. “I’m her son-in-law. My wife shot me at the altar and then they murdered my family.” He does reach up now, touching at the blood between his eyes. “The healing genes activated a bit late, I think.” 

Zoro nods. He has no idea what’s happening. “So you’re… enemies? Or family?”

The man looks back at him. There’s an emptiness in his eyes. “I think maybe both,” he says. “Isn’t that how it always is, with families?” 

“Wouldn’t know,” Zoro says. “Maybe.” He sheathes his swords and stands straight. “Hey, what’s your name?” 

“Charlotte Sanji,” says the man.

“Alright Sanji,” Zoro says. “You know the way to the throne room?” 

“Not at all,” says Sanji. “Never been there.” 

Zoro shrugs. “Me neither. Let’s go.”

Considering he’s never been there before, Sanji does make quick work of finding the throne room. Zoro figures it might be from all the explosions, though. Even HE could find it at this rate. 

There’s a battle going on in the throne room.

“THERE you are,” Nami snaps. She seems to be strangling a cloud with her bare hands. The cloud has a face. 

“Yeah,” Zoro says, drawing his swords. “Hey, I found a guy.” 

“Cool, how does that help us?” 

Zoro motions to Sanji. “He’s her son in law.” 

“Again,” Nami snaps. “HOW does that help us?”

“Just— watch him for a minute, okay?” He looks at Sanji. “Stay here.” 

Sanji shrugs. 

Zoro goes running into the fray. There’s lots of very tall colorful people with candy weapons but Zoro can see where Luffy’s already in Gear 4. 

“Luffy!” Zoro yells. 

“Zoro, we found you!” Luffy yells.

“No you didn’t!” 

Luffy laughs. “Okay! Whatever!” 

Big Mom doesn’t seem to care for this conversation. “Are you FIGHTING ME OR NOT?” She shouts, eyes roaming over Luffy and then Zoro and then— “Oh no, who let the little freak out?”

“I did!” Zoro shouted. Franky goes skidding by as he fires a missile launcher. 

“Ugh! Little creep! I can’t take life from him because he doesn’t have EMOTIONS! Won’t die either! Worst son in law I have.” 

“No emotions?” Luffy skids to a stop. “Is he a robot? I’ve always wanted a robot.”

He scans the crowd. “Zoro, where’s the robot?” 

“Blond guy next to Nami,” Zoro says. He kind of cares about the guy. He’s not sure why. “Chopper should take a look at him later. He keeps bleeding.” 

“Hahaha! That’s funny, me too!”

The battle against Big Mom is a lot more straight forward than against Kaido. A lot faster too, honestly. Zoro gets to lose himself in fighting, feeling that aching burn on his muscles that he loves so much. Right up until the only ones still exchanging blows are Luffy and Big Mom.

He hasn’t even pulled out that weird all white form everyone at Wano talked about yet, so Zoro feels pretty confident. Right up until one of Big Mom’s attacks misses Luffy and ends up aimed straight at Nami. 

Zoro doesn’t have time to get to her. Neither does anyone else.

Except Sanji. 

Who steps in front of her, taking the bulk of a thunderbolt to the chest. He falls to his knees with a cry, his face a mix of pain and… almost confusion. But when Nami runs to him, he holds a hand out to stop her, and looks up at Big Mom.

“I won’t let a lady get hurt,” he says, still looking almost confused as he says it, blood dripping slightly more profusely from his forehead. 

“Dork,” Zoro says under his breath at the same time as Luffy says, “Cool.”

When the fight is over, Big Mom collapses as the homes escape from her like baby spiders from a broken egg sac. Zoro PRAYS there’s SOMETHING besides sweets on this godforsaken island for them to celebrate with. 

“Chopper,” he says as Chopper comes running with his med kit. “Check that guy out too.”

Choppy turns to Sanji, sitting on the ground and still rather smouldering from the lightning, and he screams. “Oh NO! You’ve been SHOT!” 

Zoro nods. He just lets that happen. He goes in search of booze.

He doesn’t see Sanji again until the feast. 

The feast is still MOSTLY sweets but Luffy at least has gotten ahold of some real Meat so Zoro sidles up to him and he realises that Sanji’s there on his other side. 

“Zoro!” Luffy shouts. “Sanji says he’s a cook!”

Zoro scoffs. That’s what they all say. 

“I told him to come with us!” 

Zoro raises an eyebrow, looking around Luffy at Sanji, who sports a large bandage over his forehead. “And what did he say?” 

Sanji looks at him. “I said he has terrible decision making skills.”

“So that’s a yes, I take it.” 

Sanji shrugs. “My family’s dead, my mother in law is dead, and my wife shot me in the forehead. Your reindeer pulled the bullet out of my brain.” 

“Gross.” 

“He thinks I need therapy.” 

“Probably.”

Zoro doesn’t trust a lot of people. He thinks probably someone should figure out why this guy’s wife shot him. But he’s also the one who dragged the sad sack out of his tower room. And he thinks there’s something hot about a man who won’t stop bleeding. So. 

“You can cook more than sweets, right?”

“I was a sous chef. Once.” 

“Good enough for me.”

He sticks a little close to Sanji during the rest of their stay on Whole Cake. Just to make sure he’s not about turn tail. And also because he’s Zoro’s type, even when his forehead does stop bleeding.

And that’s why, when they get onto the Sunny, Zoro’s able to pick up on the small way Sanji’s expression shifts. Relaxes. As he steps on board the ship. 

The small smile that graces his features when they set off from shore. 

The way his eyes light up ever so slightly when he walks into the kitchen.

All that is nothing compared to the expression on his face six months later when Luffy cracks the Red Line in half and all the seas flow together.

But Zoro’s not to know that, yet. 

All he knows is there’s something that he feels like he’s missed out on, with this guy. That somehow Sanji should’ve been here from the beginning. 

But at least he’s here now.

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Sometimes l'm late because I sit like this for a long time

[karsunboy]

once these 15 million different stressful situations resolve themselves I’m gonna be so normal again. I can be normal and not exhausted

[karsunboy]

they are already planning your spontaneous burial (slingshot incident)

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Made some friends today

[karsunboy]

The Straw Hats don’t have a cook. 

They’re starting to think of it as a bit of a cursed position, really. No one they’ve picked up has lasted longer than an island before declaring they can’t deal with Luffy’s stomach and running off. 

Luffy’s a bit put out about it.

On the first half of the grand line, they went through about seven cooks. After Saboady, they briefly had Camie, although she made a lot of takoyaki. 

They carried Law with them from Punk Hazard to Dressrosa to Zou to Wano, and he made a LOT of onigiri.

It was delicious, but did get a bit old after a while. And he was never meant to stay, after all. 

After Kaido’s defeat and the subsequent party in Wano, they leave Law behind and are once again cook-less. 

But Luffy has a plan. It’s a plan that Zoro rolls his eyes at, but a plan nonetheless.

Jinbei had explained Big Mom’s intense love of sweets, and the island’s name — Whole Cake — is a promising one. Luffy is convinced they’ll be able to find their cook there. 

Zoro isn’t so sure. Cooks and bakers aren’t the same thing, and he’d be loathe to let a *baker* on the crew.

If he has to eat SWEETS for every meal, he’s going to lose it. Absolutely not. 

But he doesn’t argue with Luffy, because there’s never been a point in arguing with Luffy. It’ll either happen or it won’t, after all.

They arrive at Whole Cake and it’s… a terrifying experience. Everything has faces. Everything is SMILING. Zoro scowls, just to be contrary. 

Luffy wants to walk right up to Big Mom and demand a fight, but that’s easier said than done.

They end up in town, all eight of them, squished together in a little bakery with a sweet-as-honey baker who calls herself Pudding. “

That’s it!” Luffy tells after his first taste of pie. “You’ll be our cook!” 

Pudding blinks, and then titters a laugh. “Silly!” she says. “I can’t!”

“Why not?” Luffy asks with a scowl that matches Zoro’s. Zoro hasn’t touched the pie. He’s glad Pudding isn’t entertaining this.

Pudding waves her hand. “I have a business to run!” she giggles. “And besides, I’m married!” 

A large diamond ring glints on her finger. Luffy sinks back into his dessert.

“Fine,” he pouts. “We’ll find somebody else.” 

They do not, in fact, find anyone else. 

Mostly it’s excuses about not wanting to leave Big Mom. They’ve not seen her yet, but Zoro gets the feeling she’s a bit of a bitch.

He also hasn’t found anyone who will cook a steak rather than a pastry, which is getting a little old. 

Nami BEGS Luffy to use at least an ounce of discretion, and he pays no notice (after all, he’s already defeated Kaido, what’s one more emperor?) and walks right up to the front door of the castle.

To everyone’s shock (except Luffy’s), they’re greeted by a guard and escorted right inside. 

EVERYTHING. Has. A face. 

Zoro hates this place. 

He hates this whole island but he especially hates this place. 

He’s so busy hating this place that he completely doesn’t notice when everyone disappears.

(That’s definitely what happens— it’s definitely not that he takes a wrong turn and gets separated). 

He wanders through halls and up stairs and through more halls with skittering servants passing him by, plates piled high with (ugh) sweets. Gods above, where IS everyone?

Finally, after what must be the fifth set of stairs, Zoro finds himself at a dead end. A hallway that ends with a door with heavy bars across it. 

Well that must be it, Zoro thinks, if for no other reason than that it’s the most interesting thing he’s come across and it doesn’t have a FACE.

He takes out all three swords. 

The door is sturdy, but it’s not three swords sturdy. 

“Hello?” Zoro calls as he steps into the room. “Guys?” 

The room is dark. It’s sparse in decoration. There’s a bed and a dresser and a wash basin and a small high window, barred the way the door was. 

And a man.

“You’re not Luffy,” Zoro growls, unsheathing two of his swords almost immediately after sheathing them. 

The man regards him with cool indifference. His blond hair is long and stringy, falling just past his shoulders and covering one eye.

His clearly once white suit is tinged with dirt and spatters of rusty red. 

There is a hole in the middle of his forehead, with a slow trickle of blood seeping from it. 

“I’m not Luffy,” the man agrees. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Roronoa Zoro,” Zoro says. “My captain’s going to be king of the pirates.”

The man sighs. “Sure he will,” he says. He doesn’t bother to try to wipe at the blood seeping down his face. 

“You… going to do something about that?” Zoro asks. It’s gross. 

“No,” the man says. “It just does that. There’s a bullet somewhere in there.”

Zoro narrows his eyes. “You’ve been… shot?”

“Quite a while ago, yes.” 

“But you’re not… how long ago?” 

The man tilts his head. “Two months? Three? Time gets way from you when you’re locked in a room.” 

Ohhh right. The barred door. “Are you Big Mom’s prisoner?”

The man frowns slightly. “I’m honestly not entirely sure. I get the feeling that I am a sort of pet, at this point. Or maybe a prisoner. She can’t seem to figure out how to kill me.” 

“Why is she TRYING to kill too?” Zoro asks. He doesn’t like when people aren’t straightforward.

“Oh,” the man says. “I’m her son-in-law. My wife shot me at the altar and then they murdered my family.” He does reach up now, touching at the blood between his eyes. “The healing genes activated a bit late, I think.” 

Zoro nods. He has no idea what’s happening. “So you’re… enemies? Or family?”

The man looks back at him. There’s an emptiness in his eyes. “I think maybe both,” he says. “Isn’t that how it always is, with families?” 

“Wouldn’t know,” Zoro says. “Maybe.” He sheathes his swords and stands straight. “Hey, what’s your name?” 

“Charlotte Sanji,” says the man.

“Alright Sanji,” Zoro says. “You know the way to the throne room?” 

“Not at all,” says Sanji. “Never been there.” 

Zoro shrugs. “Me neither. Let’s go.”

Considering he’s never been there before, Sanji does make quick work of finding the throne room. Zoro figures it might be from all the explosions, though. Even HE could find it at this rate. 

There’s a battle going on in the throne room.

“THERE you are,” Nami snaps. She seems to be strangling a cloud with her bare hands. The cloud has a face. 

“Yeah,” Zoro says, drawing his swords. “Hey, I found a guy.” 

“Cool, how does that help us?” 

Zoro motions to Sanji. “He’s her son in law.” 

“Again,” Nami snaps. “HOW does that help us?”

“Just— watch him for a minute, okay?” He looks at Sanji. “Stay here.” 

Sanji shrugs. 

Zoro goes running into the fray. There’s lots of very tall colorful people with candy weapons but Zoro can see where Luffy’s already in Gear 4. 

“Luffy!” Zoro yells. 

“Zoro, we found you!” Luffy yells.

“No you didn’t!” 

Luffy laughs. “Okay! Whatever!” 

Big Mom doesn’t seem to care for this conversation. “Are you FIGHTING ME OR NOT?” She shouts, eyes roaming over Luffy and then Zoro and then— “Oh no, who let the little freak out?”

“I did!” Zoro shouted. Franky goes skidding by as he fires a missile launcher. 

“Ugh! Little creep! I can’t take life from him because he doesn’t have EMOTIONS! Won’t die either! Worst son in law I have.” 

“No emotions?” Luffy skids to a stop. “Is he a robot? I’ve always wanted a robot.”

He scans the crowd. “Zoro, where’s the robot?” 

“Blond guy next to Nami,” Zoro says. He kind of cares about the guy. He’s not sure why. “Chopper should take a look at him later. He keeps bleeding.” 

“Hahaha! That’s funny, me too!”

The battle against Big Mom is a lot more straight forward than against Kaido. A lot faster too, honestly. Zoro gets to lose himself in fighting, feeling that aching burn on his muscles that he loves so much. Right up until the only ones still exchanging blows are Luffy and Big Mom.

He hasn’t even pulled out that weird all white form everyone at Wano talked about yet, so Zoro feels pretty confident. Right up until one of Big Mom’s attacks misses Luffy and ends up aimed straight at Nami. 

Zoro doesn’t have time to get to her. Neither does anyone else.

Except Sanji. 

Who steps in front of her, taking the bulk of a thunderbolt to the chest. He falls to his knees with a cry, his face a mix of pain and… almost confusion. But when Nami runs to him, he holds a hand out to stop her, and looks up at Big Mom.

“I won’t let a lady get hurt,” he says, still looking almost confused as he says it, blood dripping slightly more profusely from his forehead. 

“Dork,” Zoro says under his breath at the same time as Luffy says, “Cool.”

When the fight is over, Big Mom collapses as the homes escape from her like baby spiders from a broken egg sac. Zoro PRAYS there’s SOMETHING besides sweets on this godforsaken island for them to celebrate with. 

“Chopper,” he says as Chopper comes running with his med kit. “Check that guy out too.”

Choppy turns to Sanji, sitting on the ground and still rather smouldering from the lightning, and he screams. “Oh NO! You’ve been SHOT!” 

Zoro nods. He just lets that happen. He goes in search of booze.

He doesn’t see Sanji again until the feast. 

The feast is still MOSTLY sweets but Luffy at least has gotten ahold of some real Meat so Zoro sidles up to him and he realises that Sanji’s there on his other side. 

“Zoro!” Luffy shouts. “Sanji says he’s a cook!”

Zoro scoffs. That’s what they all say. 

“I told him to come with us!” 

Zoro raises an eyebrow, looking around Luffy at Sanji, who sports a large bandage over his forehead. “And what did he say?” 

Sanji looks at him. “I said he has terrible decision making skills.”

“So that’s a yes, I take it.” 

Sanji shrugs. “My family’s dead, my mother in law is dead, and my wife shot me in the forehead. Your reindeer pulled the bullet out of my brain.” 

“Gross.” 

“He thinks I need therapy.” 

“Probably.”

Zoro doesn’t trust a lot of people. He thinks probably someone should figure out why this guy’s wife shot him. But he’s also the one who dragged the sad sack out of his tower room. And he thinks there’s something hot about a man who won’t stop bleeding. So. 

“You can cook more than sweets, right?”

“I was a sous chef. Once.” 

“Good enough for me.”

He sticks a little close to Sanji during the rest of their stay on Whole Cake. Just to make sure he’s not about turn tail. And also because he’s Zoro’s type, even when his forehead does stop bleeding.

And that’s why, when they get onto the Sunny, Zoro’s able to pick up on the small way Sanji’s expression shifts. Relaxes. As he steps on board the ship. 

The small smile that graces his features when they set off from shore. 

The way his eyes light up ever so slightly when he walks into the kitchen.

All that is nothing compared to the expression on his face six months later when Luffy cracks the Red Line in half and all the seas flow together.

But Zoro’s not to know that, yet. 

All he knows is there’s something that he feels like he’s missed out on, with this guy. That somehow Sanji should’ve been here from the beginning. 

But at least he’s here now.

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girl the shopping list—!!

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This is my magum opus so far

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happy Thursday the 20th

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Have we already talked about selkie penguin

Okay so like. Penguin pelt. Penguin hasn’t had his since he and Shachi were taken in by the aunt and uncle

Like he can feel the pull of it, right? Like a homing beacon, he knows sort of where it is. But he can’t get it— they sell it and it’s on other islands before he can get it back

And he gives up hope sort of. Like it’s his reason for joining Law’s crew — Bepo’s brother, law’s revenge, Penguin’s pelt— but it doesn’t feel like he’ll ever REALLY get it back. He gets used to the feeling like he’s split in two, like half of him is somewhere else

Except for one glorious moment on Saboady where he KNOWS it’s there, KNOWS he’s on the same island. But then Luffy punches that celestial and everything descends into chaos and before he knows it they’re all having to run for it

But he thinks about that for two years afterwards, because a CELESTIAL DRAGON somewhere must have it, and that’s that, right? He’s never going to be able to go up against them

And then Wano happens. They touch down on the island and Penguin FEELS IT immediately

Which is insane because. There’s not celestial dragons here? What’s going on?

And like they’re on mission and he has to be paying attention but he can sense it and he keeps getting drawn towards it

And he eventually finds it— used as a coat, draped across the back of Kamazo the Manslayer

I imagine Kamazo is like. Stalking through the center of town and people are running to hide in buildings because he’s got a reputation by now, but penguin just— freezes in his tracks. Because that’s his PELT. He hasn’t seen it since he was EIGHT but it’s HERE he can SEE it. And Shachi has to physically drag him out of the street because Pen you are going to get yourself KILLED

and it hurts to get torn away when he’s right there but Penguin distantly knows he’s right. And he does follow Kamazo a few times, when he hears rumors about him, trying to stay out of sight but maybe close enough that he could just— TOUCH it— just relieve some of that tension that’s been on his shoulders for years. But he never can and then suddenly rumors of Kamazo stop altogether and he’s gone like a ghost and everything with Onegashima is ramping up anyway so penguin can’t take the time to look into it and he thinks— surely when all this is over he’ll be able to

And he does wait until the first MOMENT things are over. When Kaido’s fallen and wounds are bandaged (because of course that’s the Heart pirates’ job) and people are partying. Penguin slips away from the festival and follows his senses, follows that pull and that yearning inside of him and it leads him right to the edge of the island, right to the group of pirate ships anchored at the shore

He follows it right onto the deck of the Victoria Punk and he doesn’t even see anyone on board (which is a bit irresponsible like yeah they’re the heroes but come on) but the pull is SO STRONG NOW he’s not paying much attention as he goes down into the living quarters of the ship And fucking FINDS it. In a small room with only one bed that’s covered in blankets and patterns and pelts and HIS AMONG THEM

And he starts to rush into the room, to GRAB IT, when he’s stopped by two blades at his throat

(which almost doesn’t stop him but Shachi would’ve killed him for that lack of self preservation)

But he stills and he’s backed into a very large chest and all he can do is STARE at his pelt across the room as the guy who’s got him trapped is like “what do you think you’re doing, heart pirate?”

And Penguin says, desperately, “why do you have it?”

The pirate behind him shifts, his blades ghosting across Penguin’s neck, but he doesn’t say anything, and that somehow makes Penguin MORE desperate, because he just needs to KNOW, he stutters out, “what do you WANT from me?”

Because that’s why it was sold in the first place, right? Because selkie pelts are precious and rare, yes, but also because they come with a trapped prize. A being who, ideally, can’t leave.

But the pirate behind him just huffs. “You broke into MY room, heart pirate, I think the question is what do you want from ME.”

Penguin wonders if the blades he keeps in the seam of his boiler suit would even break skin before this man could lop his head clean off. He clenches his teeth; he can’t tell how much the man KNOWS. “The pelt,” he grits out, feeling a pinprick of blood seep from his neck. “The black and yellow and white pelt on the bed. It’s mine.”

“What? That’s been here for years, it’s not—“

“It’s NOT been here for years, Kamazo had it just weeks ago, how did it end up back—“

In a rush penguin finds himself flung around, bodily thrown into the bed, unable to react before he’s being pressed down, a pirate with a familiar blue and white mask looming over him, blond hair spilling over his shoulders

And in the moment he thinks two things—

Oh my god it’s Killer, the first mate of the Kid pirates. I’m going to die.

And

I can feel it. I can feel my pelt against my back. I feel whole again.

And you can understand these are two very conflicting emotions to feel

But Killer is bearing down on him and growling in his ear, “how could you POSSIBLY know that—“

“It’s me!” Penguin yelps. He’s able to get a fistful of pelt in one hand and it feels like something in him is whole again. “It’s me it’s MINE, it’s PART OF ME.”

“It’s a fucking animal pelt, I’ve had it for years, HOW did you know Kamazo—“

“Please just let me take it—“

“STEAL from me—“

“It was stolen from ME—“

Penguin’s arms are held down by Killer’s significantly larger ones but his legs are free and he launches them up, kneeing Killer in the chest just enough to get him off balance so he can scramble up, try to drag the pelt with him. If this starts a war between the two crews, well, the alliance was going to end soon anyway.

But he doesn’t get far. He feels the second Killer grabs onto the other end of the pelt— this close he feels it like Killer’s grabbing onto Him— and he’s yanked back. He doesn’t know what would happen if he pulled too hard— woudl it tear, COULD it tear? Could that be repaired?

“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull—“ Killer growls “—but I’m not going to let you be a little thief just because you’re making up a sob story about how this old pelt was STOLEN from you. There’s a million in the market, get your own or fess up to what you were really looking for in here. Intel? Looking for weakness?”

Penguin can FEEL Killer’s hand flexing around the pelt and it feels. Well. Not *bad.* but he sets his feet and shakes his head because it seems like— like he really doesn’t know. “I don’t know how you got it,” he says. “But this is mine. It’s not just a pelt— it’s— it’s PHYSICALLY mine.”

“You’re not proving your case.”

Penguin growls. “FINE, if I can PROVE it’s mine, you’ll let me have it?”

Killer tilts his head. “Sure birdie,” he says. “If you can prove it, it’s yours.”

“Swear it.”

“What?”

“Swear you’ll let me have it and let me leave.”

Killer pauses. “Your terms are ridiculous. Sure.I swear that if you can prove to me that you own this pelt, I will let you have it and let you leave.”

Penguin lets go of the pelt even though it’s torturous to do so now. He starts stripping off his clothes, the boiler suit first and then his shirt, until he’s down to just his hat and underwear.

“Not the best strip tease I’ve seen,” Killer says.

“Shut up,” Penguin tells him. “Hand it over.”

“You haven’t proven—“

“Hand it OVER.”

Killer does and Penguin wraps himself in it and he’s WHOLE. He’s HIMSELF, every bit of himself. It’s as if he’s able to exhale for the first time in over a decade.

Usually a selkie transformation would only happen in the water, is easiest WITH water, but with some work penguin can force it, at least for a short time.

It’s honestly a little embarrassing. A seal would at least be a bit more intimidating. But he folds in on himself, draped in the pelt, and then the world becomes more vivid through his dark eyes.

“Ah shit,” says Killer.

Penguin, although yearning to spend more time in this form, breathes in again and is human again, sitting on the floor in his underwear and pelt. “It’s mine,” he says.

“Yeah,” says Killer. “That’s yours.”

Afterwards it goes like this;

Very awkward.

Penguin gets dressed and leaves, flees, with his pelt. He goes back to the Tang and cries and falls asleep in it and then spends the next day racing through the water in a way he hasn’t since he was a child. Shachi can’t fucking touch him now.

Then, nearly a week passes, and the parties start to die down, and they’re due to leave soon, and Killer approaches when the heart pirates are all together on deck.

Killer says, “hey little bird.”

And Penguin stiffens up, but he says, “hey Killer.”

And Shachi quotes, ”HEY KILLER???”

And Killer says, “I want a do-over”

And Penguin says, “you what?”

“A do-over. I want to go again.”

“What, you want me to prove it’s mine again??”

“No, I want to introduce myself again. On equal ground.”

Penguin shifts. “Why?”

Killer shifts, matching Penguin. “I'm intrigued,” he says. “You’re powerful. I want to know more.”

“You’re not getting my pelt,” Penguin says. He doesn’t think he needs to, but.

“Leave your pelt with your redhead if it makes you feel better,” killer says. “I don’t want your pelt.”

”Your redhead,” Shachi mutters.

Penguin considers. “Where’s the do-over taking place?” He asks

“Equal ground,” killer says. “I know a soba shop.”

Anyway I’m going to bed. They kiss. It’s romantic. Then they fuck. The end

[karsunboy]

I like how he puts cigarette down, cute

[karsunboy]

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