#franky: i know what you are

[beanghostprincess]

Franky met Sanji and Usopp in the middle of their breakup arc and had to deal with the consequences of the "No, we are not dating but yes, I will have to be held back against my will from beating you up for hurting my boyfri- I mean ex-boyfriend- Our longnose" situation

[pensymbols]

ah yes the brook/franky/robin/jimbei polycule also known as the babysitters also known as monkey d luffys biggest enablers

[garr9988]

[bethanyactually]

#he is a baby bird i am holding him delicately in my cupped palms

Nancy Drew + text posts (67/?) feat. @catty-words

Ace [Redacted] + text posts (4/♥︎)

💛 Happy birthday, Corissa!!! 💛

Bonus:

[gracieheartspedro]

hi everyone!!

i’m in the market to catch up on some fic reading!! please reblog with your fav new/old reads!! I love anything that involves pedro’s characters!! if you have anything tlou related (ellie, abby, dina, etc.) I would also love to read your stuff!!

and pls rec your own works!! I wanna put my teeth into everything!

thanks in advance!!

[moonshynecybin]

lil homie is exhausted

(translated version of this article found here)

[tricoufamily]

a current day nils and a 90s college student nils who's way too intense about his internship walk into a bar

[ratstuckinamarble]

If you're transphobic she'll slay you.

[moongothic]

Seen people share their headcanons of what would Luffy call Crocodile if Crocodad was Real, and it did get me wondering

Like on one hand, Luffy has a perfect track-record with respecting trans people and not misgendering anyone, so if Crocodad Real, Luffy wouldn't misgender him

But also, Luffy has two braincells, and having two people to call "dad" would probably be confusing for him. And Luffy doesn't seem like the type of guy who'd either of his parents "Father" either. Canonically Luffy tends to use more affectionate terms for his family, including Dragon despite never having ever met him ("tou-chan", "ji-chan" for Garp, "nii-chan" for Ace. Note the lack of the polite "o" at the begining, and the use of "chan" instead of "san". The take-away here is that he's basically being a bit familiar and kind of affectionate)

And let us not forget, how Luffy loves giving nicknames to people

So it would be perfectly on-brand for Luffy to come up with a new nickname for Crocodile, if only to help differentiate The Dads

(Like yes, Luffy does technically have a nickname for Crocodile already ("wani", lit. "crocodile"), but it's not really an affectionate nickname (or a particularly disrespectful one either, kind of neutral (though calling someone you're not friends with by a nickname is kind of rude)). And while Luffy can and does drop the funny nicknames for people if he decides he likes them enough (see Hammock turning into Hancock, or Luffy learning Bonney's name and using it because he felt bad for her), if Luffy did learn about Crocodile being his other dad and wanted to treat him as such (which he also might not, to be fair)... yeah he could come up with a new nickname)

Now the question just is... what kind of a nickname would Luffy then come up with?

And because I'm a fucking loser with a passion for translation and localization, I'm almost specifically interested in what kind of a nickname Luffy would come up with in Japanese. And partially because, depending on the nickname, it could just be the exact same nickname in English too. Like Luffy's "Yama-o" got localized as "Yamabro" because the "o" (written as 男, lit. "man") needed to be translated and localized for the nickname to hit the same in English. Same for shit like "split head" for Foxy or "giant shallot" for Moria, or "wani" getting localized as "gator" because Luffy calling Crocodile a "crocodile" as a nickname would not make any sense in English lmao

So... a cute nickname that makes it easy for Luffy to call Crocodile his "dad" without it getting confusing with calling Dragon "dad". Maybe something that ties to his name already and preferably rolls off the tongue easily in Japanese... Like we have our Crocodads and Dadodiles but these nicknames are based in English, so they don't roll off the tongue nicely -> Can't imagine Luffy saying either. But... I think the fans are onto something there... There must be a variation of this nickname that would work well in Japanese...

Papadile.

I could see Luffy coming up with a nickname like that. It would roll off the tongue pretty easily. The only counter argument against it I can think of would be that Luffy does not seem like the kind of guy who would call anyone "papa". Like that word does not fit in his mouth.

...Anything else?

Well. I guess there is the third, forbidden option of Luffy calling him "oyaji" ("pops"), much like Whitebeard's crew called their captain too.

But that just leads us to an interesting thought; what the fuck would Crocodile prefer Luffy call him?

I mean this is Sir "Call me what you will" Crocodile, who generally does not seem to care that much about what people call him. Like we could take that and just assume Crocodile would not give a fuck about what Luffy called him, but it's also possible this could be like The One Exception to The Rule. And there's many potential reasons why too

Like there's the practical side of things where it could be a pain in Crocodile's ass if the world found out the two were related, because it'd mean anything bad happening to either one could be used against the other. Someone targetting Luffy could be then used intentionally to target Crocodile and viceversa. As Dragon said, a child is a parent's weak spot after all. So it could still be in Crocodile's self-interest to keep their blood relation a secret. But also; Crocodile had to leave his child behind. Much like how Olvia felt like she had no right to call herself Robin's mom, it'd make sense to me if Crocodile felt kind of the same. That regardless of their blood connection, he had no right to call himself Luffy's father, let alone deserve to be called that after what he'd done to Luffy.

So maybe Crocodile would prefer to be just called by his name. Maybe he'd be satisfied with that. Perhaps being called "pops" would lowkey annoy the shit out of him because it would just remind him of That Asshole Who Took His Hand and beat his ass. Which, y'know, fair. Perhaps "Papadile" would be just a bit too ridiculous and cutesy for him tolerate. And perhaps Luffy calling him "dad" (or "father", or any variation of it) would be a lot more emotionally compromising to Crocodile than he'd like to admit, especially if he believed he would never be called that

But knowing Luffy, if he knows being called "dad" made Crocodile happy (even if he didn't want to admit it), and if Luffy did decide he liked Crocodile/accepted him as his other dad... He'd probably keep on calling Crocodile some variation of "dad", even if he insisted that "Crocodile was fine"

Also worth noting that according to this SBS, if Croc did raise a child that child would use 父上 ("chichiue"), which is quite a formal way to call someone Father

So that would be Crocodile's canon preferred term but god knows there'd be no way in hell he'd be able to convince Luffy to call him that, shit's way too formal for Luffy

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Cody Burns and Frankie Greene 😅

Spot what's wrong?

[danidoesathing]

hey so remember when i said frankie's might take a while. yeah. i was wrong

[mushiemellows]

Floating Through the Stratosphere Part 2 🛩 (nsfw)

Rating: E. I couldn't resist bumping it up sorry

Words: 30,747

Summary: Thousand Sunny Days Air was a decently sized independent business. Their fleet was large enough to have a few chartered jets at most major airports, but they mostly dealt in private transatlantic trips. A lot of New York to London, with rare hops from LA to Tokyo. Robin didn’t mind, though she always liked it better when the destination was a little more exciting to explore. That is, until she's stuck for two extra nights in Paris with an incorrect room booking and a pilot that seems incapable of wearing proper pants.

Fate, though, has other plans. After Franky's caught in a motorcycle accident, Robin needs to decide if she'll stay the course or alter her route. Healing takes patience, and the amnesia isn't helping.

Content warning for: drunk driving accident, significant hospital stays, surgery, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, and rehab

[intheorangebedroom]

You should share more of your thoughts...just saying

Oh Anon 🧡 What a sweet, sweet thing of you to say 🥺

You know what I find myself thinking about a lot? This guy is a fucking pilot. And not just a pilot, he is, and I’m quoting Pope, here, a pilot you can trust. Granted, that chopper crashed. But that’s not on Frankie. Imma right, stfu Tom?

Explicit thoughts below the cut 🔞

No this man can fly, and I constantly think about him flying you for the first time. Because you’ve been asking for months. You love to listen to him talk about it, with a fiery passion that lights up his deep, soulful brown eyes, love the technical lingo you don’t quite understand, and you endlessly imagine, but imagination can only get you this far, so you keep asking for him to take you with him, fly you around, just a bit, a quick tour above the base, until one day, one glorious day, he finally gives in. 

And you know how competent he is, you’ve seen his hands at work, crafting furniture and fixing things around the house, wringing so much pleasure from your trembling body it’ll make you beg and cry, but he can be so quiet and unassertive, he’s unlike any gaslighting douchebag you’ve known in the past, he makes it easy to forget just how confident he truly is and how commanding he can be.

When he gets you into the cockpit, a strong tug at the seatbelt strapped to your chest to make sure it’s safely fastened, when he positions the headset on your head, when he takes his sit next to you and grabs that stick (“that’s the cyclic stick”, he informs you, his low, rambling voice suddenly filling your ear, and you jolt in surprise, never mind the seatbelt holding you down), oh god, your mind swivels and reels, you start to think, thoughts you shouldn’t be having right now.

And you thought you’d be looking at the scenery, you thought you’d enjoy rising above the ground and getting a different view of the world underneath, of the fluffy white clouds, share what it is that he loves about flying, the elating freedom, the change of perspective, but that is not how your world is tipped off its axis. 

You can’t stop staring at him, he is magnificent, his brow knitted in focus, the dimple in his cheek when his mouth twitches absent-mindedly, his eyes measuring, calculating, evaluating, navigating, flicking, restless, between the horizon and the endless stretch of the sky all around, the seat that looks too small to accommodate his solid, broad back, the rolled-up sleeves of his faded red shirt and the muscles of his forearms, rippling under his tanned, freckled skin, his glorious neck, his gorgeous profile, and his skilful hand on that goddamn stick.

You’re mesmerised by his grasp around the girth of the device, the way his thumb occasionally comes to rest on the round top of it, you don’t even register that he sees what you’re looking at, and you miss the smug, knowing half-smile curling his plush lips.

And you never thought you’d ever want it to end, but he can’t get you home fast enough, his hands are all you can look at, their grip on the steering wheel of the truck, their harsh tug at the waist of your jeans to pull them down, deft fingers quickly unbuckling his belt and working open the buttons of his fly. 

You climb onto the large bed in a fever and you’re sprawled onto the white linen ridiculously fast, wild-eyed and feral and dripping for him, a moan spilling from you when he kneels between your open thighs.

He wraps your legs around his waist and you’re already arching your back, a wanton, shameless thing, but he pauses. You raise up to your elbows, and this time, you see it. The smug half-smile dancing on his lips. Your eyes travel down along the column of his neck, down the plane of his chest, painted golden by the orange sunset, down the trail of black hair on his lower belly. 

His hand. His large, competent hand, wrapped around his thick cock, leisurely stroking.

“I saw you looking, baby,” he tells you, and the cocky inflexion of his voice has you moaning louder, and when a bead of precome trickles down over his fist, you make a conscious effort to swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “You wanna keep looking?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, not that you can produce one, instead he slides a finder inside your wet heat, down to his knuckle, and slowly pumps it in and out a couple of times before he adds a second, and a third, and you can’t even feel shame for the squelching sound of your cunt pulling them in deeper, your eyes fluttering shut with the stretch.

“Keep looking, baby, keep looking,” he says, his other hand a tight grip on your quivering thigh. 

Your mouth has gone slack, and your arms might give out, because he’s curled his fingers inside you and they’re brushing that spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull, but you docilely keep looking, his hand moving back and forth, his fingers thrusting in and out, thumb rubbing circles over your clit, muscles undulating in his forearm. 

Until you start swaying your hips to his movement, and he pulls out. 

“Fuck! Frankie, please,” you cry, voice broken as your head rolls back.

“Keep looking, baby,” he repeats, and his voice has gone lower still, you’re reminded how it sounded like, distorted by the helicopter’s comlink, and you clench around nothing.  

When you manage to lift up your head, your vision’s blurred out and you have to frown. Fingers circling his thick length, he’s coating himself with your slick, and you break into another plea, “Frankie Frankie please, I need–” 

“You need to keep looking,” he finishes for you, and he starts stroking himself hard, pressing his fingers to the ridge underneath his stiff cock glistening with you, pumping through the squeeze of his fisted hand down to his base and up to his fat round tip, and you keep looking, your pussy keeps leaking, and fuck, this is hard for him too, he knows just how good you taste when you want him this much. His other hand’s grasp hardens, your soft flesh gushing through his fingers, beads of sweat pearling on his forehead and curling the longer curls on his nape and around his ears.

Raising himself on his knees, he moves closer to your core and taps his cock on your parted folds and you jerk with a whine, but your eyes grow wide at what he does next. It’s a wet glide of his smooth length through your folds and over your clit, again and again and again with a practised roll of his hips. It’s so much yet not nearly enough, and your elbows finally give out, your back hits the mattress as he picks up the pace. 

Bucking your hips upward, you seek more pressure, and he delivers it with a groan, his cock held deftly at the base between his thumb and index. 

“Keep looking, baby, I’m gonna come for you, gonna come all over your sweet pussy.”

You’re rocking your hips in a frantic rhythm against him and he lets go of your thigh, three of his fingers filling your dripping cunt again and you keen, your own hands scrabbling over the linen for purchase. You raise up your head, glassy eyes strained on the fat head of his dick shining with your slick, disappearing between your folds with each rapid stroke, and you feel your high building just underneath the surface of your quivering skin, crackling like electricity. 

“Can you come like that?” he grunts. 

You never thought... Turns out you can.

🧡

[navybrat817]

Nothing like some background noise while I work.

[mangokabuto]

Some genderbend sketch before bed <3

(bonus below cut. I got carried away w/ usopp lmao)

OH FUCK I FORGOT NAMI'S TATTOO LMAOOOO IGNORE THAT SORRY..

[sf3uuf]

I WATCHED THE SPY X FAMILY MOVIE ON THE 20TH AND OMG IT WAS SOOOO GOOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

To make a long story short without spoilers, it was a mix of seriousness and unseriousness, and I know a lot of people didn't like that, (which I can totally understand) but I think it fit well! I loved it!! Also Anya was just a ball of adorableness as always!! Just LOOK AT HER!!🥺

Also, you guys already KNOW when my pookie bear Franky Franklin came on screen, I was going INSANE XDD!! My brother literally said to me, "That's your bae!" Which made me laugh. I sound more normal about it than I actually was LMAO.

Anyways, if you need a good mix of seriousness and silliness, this movie is for you!