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vemuabhi · 3 years

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Wish Over a Fountain

Hello this was inspired by @daonepiece art. I am linking it here (click) I had so much fun writing this. I hope you like it.

Crocodile X Reader

Word count : 3K

Warning: none. Its fluff

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"I really want a boyfriend", you thought as you looked at the annoying couple walking on the street. Actually they weren't annoying but... you were just feeling grumpy at that moment.

You were sitting on the bench which was beside the fountain, in the park.

Remembering the myth that your friend told you about, you placed your hand in your pocket and took out a coin. Gripping the coin in your hand you walked towards the well. You closed your eyes tightly and wished.

'I want a responsible and a nice guy to be my boyfriend please', you thought before throwing the coin in the fountain.

A month passed by with absolutely nothing happening and you forgot about that fountain wish. But there was an arrival of a new boss, who apparently bought your company.

You sat down and opened your laptop. "Sir Crocodile", you typed and started to research who your boss was. As soon as you saw his pictures, your eyes opened wide. He was absolutely stunning. Very handsome.

You read about him and saw that he was a millionaire. 'I was living under a rock I guess', you thought as you read about him more.

On the day of arrival, everyone held bouquets and champagne. But you on the other hand, held the brown wooden box, which looked neat and classy.

The boss entered and everyone gave presents to him and he took them with a small smile, while he gave them to his secretary.

Hurriedly he went to his room as his secretary followed him with all the gifts in his hand.

Along with everyone you started to resume your work. Then unexpectedly, the phone on your desk rang. It was none other than the secretary who called you to come into the boss's cabin.

Nervously fiddling with your sleeves you entered the cabin of Sir Crocodile.

He had a the huge pile of gifts, yours included, beside his desk as he kept checking the paperwork. 'Already in work mode huh... must be a workaholic', you thought.

"I believe you are Y/N", he spoke and you took your attention position. He didn't even glance at you.

"Yes sir. Its me"

"Okay. I've already read most of the employees works and now Im thinking of speaking to you", he said as he looked into his drawer.

"Okay sir. So what can I do for you", you didn't know what the hell was going on or why he called you. Your palms started to sweat like crazy.

"I looked at yours and I found that...", he stopped and looked in another drawer. Trying to find something. The tension was going to roof level for you. But you maintain your calm.

"Sir, are you looking for something?", you asked as he looked at you for the first time.

"Ah, its nothing... I was just checking for my Cigar", he said running his hand through his hair.

"Oh. Pardon me sir. I think, you would like this", you said as you walked towards the gifts and took the brown wooden box in your hands, while his gaze stayed on you.

You turned towards him and gave him the box. He placed the paper in his hand down and took the box. He careful analysed it and opened it. It had cigars, which he liked.

He smiled as he looked at it. He took one cigar and thanked you. Placing the cigar in between his lips, he lit it using his golden coloured lighter. You didn't know if it was actual gold or not.

He looked at you again and said, "Like I was saying, I really liked your work" Giving you a peace of mind.

"Thankyou sir", you said with a smile.

"I want to ask you something", he took a puff and continued, "I want to know if there are any problematic clients. I wanna get rid of them as soon as possible", he ended.

"Oh. If you are asking about clients like that, we do have so many sir. Each group has some of them"

"Is that so... I want to you to, collect the list and get it to me", he ordered.

"Sure sir. I'll get you the list. So when do you want me to get it for you", you asked for which he replied with a simple tomorrow.

A few days passed and the new boss was actually wonderful. He got rid of the problematic clients and got new clients in their place. For which everyone was very grateful.

You slowly developed a crush on your handsome boss and tried to work harder taking him as the inspiration.

One night everyone left except for you. You wanted to finish the presentation and then leave. So you stayed back and made it. Little did you knew that the boss was also there.

"Y/N", you almost jumped up because of the sudden appearance of your boss beside you. He wasn't wearing his coat like usual, instead he had it over his shoulder as his fingers neatly held it from falling down. His hair which was usually set back, was now a bit messy. He was looking younger with his hair on his forehead. 'Damn. He is looking fine'

"Oh my! Sir you are here, I didn't know that", you said as you tried to calm your fast beating of your heart.

"Yeah. So... why are you still here? Its already 12", he said looking a bit worried as his fingers ran through his hair to set them back again like usual.

"What the hell?", you stopped admiring your boss. Looking at the time it was indeed 12. This means you missed your last train. The prices of cab are so high and you really hated to take a cab. Now as it was 12, the prices would make your wallet cry.

"Oh no... god", you sighed and slumped back in your chair.

"Why were you here?", he gained your attention once again.

"I was making this Presentation for tomorrow's meeting. So I kinda stayed back and worked on it", you showed him the file you were working on.

"You could have made it tomorrow", he said but he curiously leaned in to get a clear view of it. Looking at it carefully he placed his hand on the mouse to scroll calmly.

But you were freaking out. There was three reasons for that. One being what he'd say about your work, two that you had to sleep in the office and three him being close to you.

He was not touching you, had appropriate space, but still you could notice his cologne mixed with a slight sent of cigar. It felt... comforting and soothing for some reason.

"Y/N", his voice made you to come back to reality.

You looked at the screen. He pointed some mistakes which needed to be solved before presenting. You quickly realised what was wrong and began to correct it. He pulled a chair from the side and sat on it while you worked. He guided you on how to change some points.

Soon you two didn't even realise, but its already been an hour. After it was done he ruffled your hair and said, "Well done. I really like it".

"Thankyou for helping me sir", you blushed at his compliment. He got up from the chair and placed his coat on his hand.

"How are you going home?"

"I actually am thinking of staying in the office or else", you sighed and continued, "take a cab".

Both the options are horrible but the second was even more terrible.

He exhaled and said, "follow me", with that he started walking. You hurriedly got up and walked behind him.

"What happened sir. If you don't like it I'll not stay in the office", he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you.

"Its not because I don't like it. Its because its really uncomfortable to sleep here", he said and walked again.

"Then, I'll take a ca-"

"Just come with me", he interrupted you and you just followed him.

He walked towards his car and said, "come with me. You can stay at my house"

"Oh no. I don't want to be a burden"

"Your house if far. Thats why you are having second opinions about going in a cab. And its... really late. Its not that safe. So you are coming with me", he didn't even look at you and walked towards his car.

Yes he was right. You didn't want to take a cab home. And you didn't want to stay in office either.

You remember the last time you stayed there. The eerie silence made you half scared to death. But you still fell asleep. And saved money for cab.

You shook off those thoughts and went ahead and sat in the car. The car was well maintained. It looked like it was brand new. The jet black colour made it even more elegant while the golden coloured handles gave it a royal elegance. The seats were super comfy and the car was really cool.

There was absolutely no traffic and the ride was super smooth. The night lights seemed so beautiful. The ride was silent but it wasn't awkward. You looked out the window to see the beauty of the city. It was calm and seemed really pretty.

In 15 minutes, the car reached a high class building. The car was parked and you both got down. Crocodile lead you to a apartment door. He typed a number on the number lock and opened the door.

Entering the room you were met with a very elegant and beautiful house. The house was absolutely lovely. The tiles were cream colored and the walls were grey in color.

"Get in", he commanded and you obliged. As soon as you both got near the couch suddenly a big dog jumped on Crocodile. Crocodile chuckled as he started to pet the dog. That was beautiful. You thought it was a sight to see but then another dog came and then another... and another... and... in total there were 6 dogs.

6 dogs of totally different breeds just snuggled with crocodile. He patted every dog and then turned to look at you.

"Sorry to intrude sir but, I never knew you liked dogs", you said with a smile. His cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat.

""You can use the 3rd room to sleep for the night", he said and you bowed.

'Was he flustered just now?', you thought as you went to the room assigned as crocodile kept the dogs busy, but a pug started to follow you.

You opened the door and saw that it was a huge room. It had the same grey Aesthetic to it but it was beautiful. The bed was neat and had white covers on it.

You removed your coat and hanged it on the coat hanger. You walked towards the curtain and opened it, only to see a stunning night view of the city.

The big door which was also a way to enter the balcony was very clean as if no one never touched it. Or someone cleaned it spot less. There was no way you could afford a place as beautiful and classy like this.

Then a bark made you to come back to reality. You turned and saw a small pug with big bright eyes staring at you. It was so adorable. You said hi to it and closed the curtains. You patted its head and then the dog left the room. You began to remove your belt and placed it on the desk beside the bed and plopped on the soft bed. It was so fluffy and amazing.

As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up to something which felt like water on your cheeks. You opened your eyes to the same pug giving you morning kisses. Apparently you forgot to close the door and it came back. You chuckled and took him your arms. You looked at the time and it said it was 7am.

With the dog in your arms you left the room, only to find Crocodile on the couch with some dogs sleeping on him and other just roaming around the couch. He still was wearing the same clothes as yesterday as you.

You noticed how long and slender his legs were. The pug in your hands jumped and ran towards the couch and jumped onto Crocodile and slept on him.

You almost stopped a nosebleed because that was freaking adorable. Another dog started to lick crocodiles face and he woke up.

He woke up and patted its head lovingly. He turned his head to the side which faced you. His eyes opened wide with his cheeks turning 10X times red.

"Wha- What are you looking at? Go and get ready. We need to leave", he said which made you to run and do what he ordered.

You knew he said it because he was embarrassed as you saw him like that.

You quickly took a bath and again wore the same clothes before getting out.

You found Mr. Crocodile wearing a new suit and coat. With the dogs still playing around the house. You approached him and he looked at you and didn't say anything for few seconds. He actually thought you'd wear his clothes in the closet like the other people who come over. But you didn't.

But then instructed you to follow him. He took his keys and walked. Then suddenly the pug tugged on your jeans and you noticed it. You patted his head and waved bye to him. But as you were walking again it suddenly walked before you in a dangerous position. You managed yourself from stepping on the pug but you you couldn't help but to fall as now you lost your balence. You had your boss before you. He turned to look at you but it was too late.

You fell on top of him. You immediately got up and stuttered an apology.

He got up and dusted his suit but didn't scold you. "Its fine. Just be careful", he said as he walked towards the door and opened it. With a slight blush on his cheeks. You walked with him and towards the car and got into it.

"Not a word about what happened with the dogs", he said with his cheeks still pink.

"My lips are sealed", you said earning a sigh in return.

After reaching the office, your team gave the presentation of the project to your superiors and Sir Crocodile. Who already saw this already. But still listened to you.

The project was approved which really made your team very happy.

That evening your team went for celebrating the success of the project. You all drank, ate food and went home in a cab.

The next day, you woke up, with feeling the kisses of a dog on your cheek. You smiled and patted its head.

Looking at the room, it was the spacious and big bedroom in which you slept yesterday. Was yesterday repeating again? You didn't knew but you went to the living room to see if your boss was on the couch. He wasn't. So it wasn't yesterday.

"Maybe a dream", you thought and pinched your cheek very harshly. But the pain you felt was real and this was real. Why the hell did you again end up in your boss's apartment?

"Its not a dream you idiot", you heard a horse voice say to you.

Turning around you saw your boss in the coming to the living room with a coffee.

"Sir why am I in your house again?", you asked him as he approached you. The pug jumped from your hands and walked towards the couch.

Handing the cup to you, he sighed, "So you don't remember. Just like I thought", he said and walked towards the couch. You followed him.

"You were so drunk that, you called me, your boss instead of a cab and told me to pick you up from that bar", he ended.

'Should I dig a hole and die already?', you thought as you mentally slapped yourself.

"As your house was quite far away and I thought it would be best to bring you to here", he said sipping his coffee.

"Im really sorry for bothering you sir. Im so embarrassed", you said as you covered your face with your free hand.

"Just make sure that you won't drink till you lose your senses"

"Okay sir"

"Now drink the coffee before it gets cold"

"Thankyou", you said as you sipped the coffee.

You looked at the time and it was already 11 am. "OMG! Its already 11", you said but he calmly said, "Its Saturday"

You managed to embarrass yourself, Again...

But still, you received a smile from sir crocodile. It was enough for you.

Crocodile thought about the previous night when he carried you to his car as you spoke gibberish.

"You idiot. Don't ever drink like this. You are lucky because Im a good person", he said to you even though you didn't listen.

He was about to start the car then you said, "Hey man, I need to tell you something about my boss", you leaned closer to him.

He curiously listen to you on what you were about to say. "My boss he is so inspiring and is supportive of his employees. He is a good person", he smiled at what you said and you continued, "I have a crush on him and he has sexy legs. I don't know why I didn't notice them", you said and dosed off, leaving Crocodile blushing a red shade of crocodile. He leaned back in his seat and covered his face with one of his hands while the other stayed on the steering wheel.

"No one made me get flustered like you did", he said because he knew you were also sleeping.

Little did you know that the same day you wished for a boyfriend, he witnessed you wishing it.

XOXOXOXO

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forestwater87 · 3 years

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(first apologies if this is a duplicate; I got a "bad request" notification the first time I tried to send this ask) but anyhow; I saw your tags on my Lucretia post and i am not sure how to reply to tags?? but i want to see your version of that scene! (if you still want to share) I love Lucretia very much and love to see other peoples' takes on her. anyway, I hope you are having a good day!

OH MY GOD YAY!!

I mean, cool, whatever. I guess I could share a little bit of that fic. That’s fine.

(yayayayayayayay eeeeeeeeeee)

Okay, part of me wanted to blast you with the entire chapter, but that’s 25-ish pages so I’m forcing myself to show restraint here and only include the tail end. There’s a little bit of context missing, because it’s the last section of Chapter 10 of a fic that so far has at least 32 chapters, but I think it all makes sense. It’s basically just “here’s what happened in that cycle when everybody else was a statue person” and it was, you know, not a good time. (There’s some implied Magcretia, sorry not sorry.)

Plus it’s really good. I know that sounds arrogant, but I’ve spent the last 4-5 years hating every word I’ve ever written, and I’m going to enjoy this confidence for as long as it chooses to stay.

So anyway, I hope you enjoy!

There are no line breaks on tumblr anymore so this is the part where the actual writing starts:

When the Hunger arrived, it was a relief more than anything.

Lucretia had been in the middle of defending The Starblaster from a group of marauders climbing like ants all over the dented and hastily-repaired sides of the ship, trying to figure out if she could possibly shake them all free without having to resort to the magic she’d deduced made it possible for the court to find her, when the sky turned dark and everything went gray.

And her first thought was, Oh thank Pan. (She wasn’t a religious person at all, but enough time with Merle had made the casual prayers second nature.) This nightmare was almost over. In less than an hour, she’d have her family back.

She was so close to seeing Magnus again.

“Fisher, get back in your tank!” she shouted, abandoning the shield she’d been summoning and sprinting to the helm — she’d spent so much time this year running for her life that she could race from one end of the ship to the other without becoming winded. None of the marauders had made it onto the deck, but she felt the air above her head crackle with a spell that blazed past, and as she reached the controls she heard the now-familiar amplified voice call, “You are under arrest for multiple counts of evading the authority of the co — what the hell’s going on here?”

Oh, great. All her friends were here. Now all she needed was for the boar and crocodile to make an appearance.

As the officer began to interrogate the marauders (his side of the conversation still blaring loud and clear), Lucretia took advantage of the confusion to throw the ship forward. She’d had enough foresight to keep the way in front of The Starblaster clear for just this purpose, and while a few hundred yards of ash-colored grass were flattened, she was able to get the ship into the air.

She pointed it up, away from the Hunger — up into space, into nothingness, into any universe except this one, somewhere she’d stared at and imagined but now was finally going into . . .

If she could get the damaged, shuddering ship up to speed and break through the atmosphere, that was.

If not, everything ended here.

A tentacle of swirling darkness stabbed into the ground inches away from her ship, forcing her to swerve hard and nearly lose her footing. She threw all her weight on the acceleration as more of the Hunger’s tentacles latched onto the planet, the labored roar of the engines nearly drowning out the screams of panic from the people below.

As The Starblaster rocketed over a shining city with strange statues and up into the sky, a whisper made Lucretia look around — before realizing it had come from inside her own head.

We’ve been looking for you.

She frowned, clutching at the helm even tighter. Was this some sort of new thing the Hunger could do, or one last awful trick played by this hostile planet?

Another whisper, louder and lower-pitched: You’ve been evading judgement for some time now.

A massive column of the Hunger collided with the planet directly in front of her. It was so close, she had no choice but to try and blow through it, even though that meant taking the biggest risk she had all year. But The Starblaster’s momentum was impossible to halt, and the mile-wide column was impossible to go around, so she gritted her teeth, hunched over the controls, and slammed on the accelerator.

The second she crossed into the Hunger, everything went silent and black.

Everything, that was, except for the whispers:

Lucretia, you have always let others take action and responsibility while you sit back and watch. You tell yourself this is worthwhile, but you know it is a lie. And yet when it is smartest and safest to proceed with caution, you take the most reckless path, because you refuse to admit you might be wrong. Your past sins are sloth, envy, and pride. How do you plead?

How did she plead? She didn’t plead for much of anything, except to survive long enough to fly them into the next cycle. The Hunger buffeted at the ship, wrapping smaller tentacles around its sleek metal body and trying to keep it from plowing forward; it might kill her — kill them all — but not knowing what else to do, she used Mage Hand to open the nearest window without leaving the helm and cast Fire Shield around the ship. It was weak and flickering compared to the spells of protection Merle could create, but the Hunger fell back with deafening shrieks of pain as flames licked the air around The Starblaster.

The awful whispers weren’t letting up, though, digging cold fingers deep into her mind and sending a chill shudder down through her very soul.

Your present sins are no less grave. You kill without remorse. You have allowed yourself to become vindictive and spiteful. You have not abandoned your past failings, but have added new ones since our initial audit. We see fit to add to your current list of transgressions the crime of wrath. How do you plead?

Suddenly there was a break in the shimmering darkness, a bolt of ash-gray sky widening like a tear in heavy fabric — and then she was through, outside of the Hunger and so far above the doomed planet that she couldn’t see the ground below. She let out a scream of triumph, the noise tearing like sandpaper along her exhausted and dry throat, and angled the ship until it was almost vertical. The Starblaster shot forward as though with one last burst of strength, shuddering as its engines were pushed to the absolute limit . . .

The ship suddenly jolted to a halt, mechanisms whirring like a swarm of angry bees.

Lucretia turned to the still-open window and saw the entire view had been replaced with blackness, oily-iridescent tentacles spilling into the ship as others wrapped around it. She threw all of her weight on the acceleration, but it didn’t move; then, after a single grinding moment, The Starblaster began to fly backward, pulled back toward the core of the Hunger.

She could hear its gnashing teeth.

“NO!” The word exploded out of her, coming from somewhere far below conscious thought. She abandoned the helm just long enough to run to the window, ignoring the tentacles that curled around her ankles as she pointed her wand at the offshoot of the Hunger that had its hold on her, aiming for where the base met the rest of the massive column, and shot off a burst of lightning. There was another hideous wail and the tentacles around the ship shuddered and pulled away, just a slight loosening of their incredible grip.

Her entire body shaking with terror and fury, she pointed her wand at the same spot and cast Finger of Death.

The screaming was like a sonic blast — a thousand million voices filled with rage and pain and fear — knocking her onto her back and sending her skidding across the bridge. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling over her robe and lurching to the helm. The sound of the engines returning to full blast was like the roar of a furious animal loosed from its cage, and the last of the Hunger fell back as the ship threw itself up into space. It felt like the air was shouting with every conceivable emotion.

As the panic subsided and her head cleared, she realized it wasn’t the air screaming; it was those whisperers.

So much rage. So much wrath.

No remorse.

No different than the monster she tries to flee.

They were growing louder with every word, overlapping and running together until she struggled to pick out individual phrases —

She betrays the people she supposedly loves most

She destroys a family — destroys the memory of the family

Robs them of themselves

Who has the right?

No one has the right

The sound was becoming unbearable, deafening. Her ears felt like they were leaking; she lifted her hand to one and her fingers came back covered in blood.

It didn’t make sense — it wasn’t an external sound — it wasn’t an external force, but something ripping her apart from within.

It was the sound of going mad.

At that point she was barely able to understand anything

leaves him to die in agony in a hell she helped create

takes advantage of the innocent who make the mistake of believing in her

such a sweet boy, and all you do is lie to him

do you think you can make these decisions for the world?

the heartbreak you will cause

the betrayal

pride — such unfathomable pride

the deaths you will cause

the lives you will ruin

the blood that stains your hands

coldhearted — cowardly

wrath — envy — sloth

pride

PRIDE

Our judgement is decided.

You have been found wanting.

Something hardened in her chest, calcifying her lungs and making it impossible to breathe. Lucretia doubled over, her hands scrabbling to keep the ship moving, as her flesh turned hard, brittle, the feeling like casting Stone Skin but somehow it’d gotten inside . . .

She couldn’t move her tongue. She couldn’t breathe. Blackness crowded the edge of her vision — not like she was blacking out, but like her eyes just suddenly weren’t there anymore

everything went wobbly, the universe becoming untethered just for a moment

And when it stabilized, she realized she could move again, see again. She took a deep, tremulous breath and turned back from the helm, sliding to the floor in a heap.

It was less than a second, before the I.P.R.E. crew fully materialized, but she didn’t see it happen. As soon as the surreal, smoky outlines of her friends wavered into being, she dropped her head in her hands, a sob she’d been holding back for months finally escaping her throat.

She did it.

Magnus’s hands closed around her upper arms and he gently tugged her into an embrace. She could feel the cool steel of the bridge under her knees, heard the voices of all her friends speaking all at once. She was dimly aware she was talking, mumbling nonsense to herself as she waited for the world to stop spinning.

The last thing she was aware of before slipping into unconsciousness was Magnus’s breath on her forehead and his warm fingers combing through her hair.

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recentanimenews · 3 years

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FEATURE: Why Early One Piece Remains So Magical

If you go back and rewatch episodes from One Piece's early years, there's a vibe that can best be described as "breezy." Not that the series doesn't have its emotional, heartbreaking moments (it has a bunch) but there's a sense of meandering delight. You know when you wake up in the morning on a day that you have all to yourself? That feeling of "Well, what am I going to do today?" That's the feeling I'm talking about. Early One Piece has a lot of that.

First, I should clarify that when I talk about "early" One Piece, I don't mean specifically pre-time skip. I actually mean the story up until about when the Going Merry gets its viking funeral. The adventure up until that point had been full of hints and nods and little tangents about where it could go, but it's when Garp arrives, reveals his connection to Luffy, and then basically lays out the schematics behind how the world works and who the Emperors are that suddenly One Piece begins to fall into line a little bit.

For me, that's where early One Piece definitively ends. I'm not saying that the stuff to come after it is worse in any way. Far from it. There is so much joy and cool stuff to be found in arcs like Thriller Bark and Sabaody and Marineford and Whole Cake Island and Wano. One Piece is still an engaging, enrapturing story, and I sincerely doubt that I will ever quit it. It's just a different kind of story.

A lot of this has to do with how the series allocates its goals. In early One Piece, the main overarching goals are "find the One Piece" and "ensure Luffy becomes King of the Pirates," and both of them are approached very loosely. There's a real "We'll get there when we get there" attitude. In fact, most of the major arcs from this time period — Arlong Park, Alabasta, Enies Lobby — don't take place due to any grand plot machinations. The story does not push them to the forefront. Rather, they happen due to the Straw Hat Crew wanting to take care of one of their own. They are the main thing going on, yet they are totally character-based, and in that way, almost happenstance. Luffy does not strive to take down Arlong or Crocodile or Rob Lucci. Rather they get in the way of his beloved crew member's happiness, and he can't abide by them.

Also yes, Vivi is a Straw Hat.

Fast-forward about 15 years and we're dealing with the team-up to take down Kaido and the discovery of the Poneglyphs. These have personal ramifications, but they're very narrative-based. Definite things in the plot will happen when they are completed. For me, this is exciting in, again, a different way. For a long time, the Straw Hat Crew was kind of aloof to their accomplishments. They stopped a warlord from over-throwing a kingdom and released a sky nation from the grips of a megalomaniacal tyrant and declared war on the World Government just so Robin could live freely. Then they sailed away like "Yeah! That was fun! Break out the meat n' booze!" Now, they're very aware of their impact on the world. They are major players who recognize their roles.

In the first Wano opening "Over The Top," the wonderful Hiroshi Kitadani croons, "I have to get there because I want to get there first." But in "We Are!", the first-ever One Piece opening, he sings, "Compasses and such will only hold us back." Obviously, I doubt this was deliberate, but it's kind of indicative of the aims of these two sections of the One Piece timeline. One is about explicitly getting somewhere. The other is about getting somewhere ... sort of.

Of course. none of early One Piece would be possible without the talented folk behind it. Having previously directed on Sailor Moon, series director Konosuke Uda oversaw the series until midway through the Enies Lobby arc, during a time when the character designs were often less formal than they are now. Noboru Koizumi's beautiful characters seemed to burst with enthusiasm and feeling, their faces tailor-made for the expressiveness required of the series.

The late Michiru Shimada worked on many scripts and her work remains consistently underrated for just how well she translated Eiichiro Oda's big character moments to the screen. Nami's "Help me?" Luffy waving the flag for Wapol and Chopper to prove that it didn't break? Zoro declaring that he will never lose again after his loss to Mihawk? Shimada had a hand in turning all of these from unforgettable manga scenes to unforgettable anime scenes.

Meanwhile, directors like Hidehiko Kadota, Junji Shimizu, and many others ensured constant energy. And finally, you had Shiro Hamaguchi, who after composing the score for a little game called Final Fantasy VII, gave One Piece its iconic music. Early One Piece is full of wonderful anime creators and I implore that you look them up and see what they each bring to the table.

I think early One Piece's mix of playfulness and amazingly touching emotional moments is why it remains so rewatchable for me. At the point of this writing, it's almost 1,000 episodes long. Under most circumstances, that would be too high of a hill to climb. But those first few arcs present a world I want to be in, a world so comfortable and exciting that the episode number doesn't matter anymore. It's a testament to their power that so many fans have stuck around this long. Early One Piece, y'all. There's just something about it.

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The Hard Way: The Lizardfolk (Or, Can You Really Defeat An Angry Lizardfolk By Giving Them A Rough, Intimate Fucking?! You Can If You're A Bard And Have A Natural 20!!)

SKLORTCH

Not exactly a pleasant sound, but then neither is pulling a javelin out of your ankle.

Layna just swears and quickly applies a bandage, already soaked with disinfectant. This temple's not the easiest to explore... With this skewered ankle, her mobility is shot, so she puts away her sword and shield and takes out a silvery compound bow, holding several arrows in the other hand.

This temple... It's smack-dab in the middle of the jungle, but the construction's not quite right. The cool gray stone and phosphorescent blue paint is the same as the ruins in the highlands, only this one's still standing. Hearing a fluttering, she quickly nocks an arrow and twists her body, shooting a bat out of the air, then rapidly takes out three more with two shots. Exploring these ruins could give insight into the nature of these civilizations, so she's not quite gonna back down yet just because her ankle's shot.

She presses on, her enchanted belt buckle sending light in all directions and removing the need for a torch. It's daytime, and there's skylights and windows around, but it still helps a little. She pauses, and casts a shockwave spell, sending pulsating gray mold flying in all directions. She'd almost stepped in that, too...

The trap that shot the javelin wasn't of the same make as the ruins, though. The wood used, the hempen rope, the head of the javelin which looks like a crocodile's fang... Lizardfolk. That doesn't make much sense, though; if these ruins were being inhabited by them, there'd be traps everywhere, and she's only run into two (and easily avoided the lasso trap, at that). Is it just the one saurian?

She doesn't have to wonder for long.

A heavy THUMP has her stop in her tracks, still propping herself up with a hand on the wall. The hallway here ends in a four-way intersection, with a large square room dominated by the skylight above. And turning the corner, presumably lying in ambush, is a huge saurian.

Jesus christ. Lizardfolk are usually below average height, but this one's easily two to three heads--maybe more--higher than Layna, with bulging muscles and sparse armor, holding two large cleaver-esque swords. This opponent is definitely out of Layna's league, but thankfully lizardfolk tend to not be particularly fast, and this one even moreso...

...crap, the ankle. Her mind racing, Layna tries to devise a plan to get out of this. She just can't. Instead, she activates her boots of leaping and JUMPS, crossing from one hallway to the one opposite it--in the process nearly touching the glass of the skylight. As she lands, she winces and nearly stumbles from her ankle, but manages to stay standing as the boots lose their glow for the next three minutes. No leaping for her. She turns around, ready to fire an arrow-

-forgetting that the saurian's larger legs would allow them to move much faster. Already face-to-face with this monster, she hurriedly lets loose a simultaneous shot with four arrows, all of which sort of plink against its scales. As she curses every god, it lifts its arm, preparing for a horizontal slash... And she suddenly gets an idea.

A cliché idea. A bad idea.

A Bard idea.

It swings, but she's gone. Sliding forward between its legs, she quickly stands up (powering through the pain) and grabs the saurian's tail, looping her arms around it. They seize up, tail thrashing wildly, but Layna manages to maintain a grip and, with great effort, throws the big lizard backwards, tossing it onto its back. After taking a moment to realize what just happened, they plant their hands on the ground--and are met with Layna shooting arrows right at said hands, and forcing them to let go. Then, they try a tailswipe, but Layna thought of that too--she stomps on it with her good foot, while activating both her ring of endurance and band of stoneskin--increasing her stamina, pain tolerance and weight. (Also motherfucker, either of them would have been able to nullify the ankle pain. Gah.)

Out of options and weaponless, the saurian just lies there, as Layna struts (as best she can) in front of the downed lizardfolk with a triumphant look. Their eyes lock, and Layna taunts them. "So big and strong, but you can't even beat a bard with a shitty ankle, huh. How the mighty have fallen." They look away, avoiding her gaze in shame... then something very interesting happens.

"Well, that saves me some work."

The saurian's loincloth slowly, then quickly, lifts and falls to the side as two large shafts, an impressive hemipenes, rise from within, the pointed tips already slick with precum. They simply look away, closing their eyes and shifting uncomfortably, still not daring to move their hands all that much. Layna kneels right between their legs, still grinning up at them.

Gripping each shaft with one hand (oh hey, the fingers almost go all the way around this time!), she squeezes a bit but otherwise lets them stew in their arousal. "Be honest, here. This is because you got defeated so easily, right? You love being put in your place." They huff, in tacit admittance and near-palpable arousal. She pumps up and down very slowly and deliberately, making them squirm a bit, and intensify their breathing, and a surprising amount of precum spills from their tips.

She draws back a hand, covered in the clear liquid, and licks it with the sole intention of cleaning it. But then she stops, and grins. She tears off her shirt and bra with speed, nearly banishing them to the Shadow Realm with her enthusiasm, and presses her torso against one shaft. She wraps her breasts around it and squeezes, and moves up and down, extracting a grunt from them. She wraps one arm around, keeping the titty-dick sandwich intact and tight, while freeing up the other hand to grasp the lonely dick to bring it up to her mouth.

She licks, and licks, and licks, and cleans all of the precum, relishing the taste. And then she slips it into her mouth, and sucks, and goes deeper. She takes a break, bobbing up and down for a bit, then goes deeper, and deeper. Then up and down, up and down, going a long distance in each direction, and making them tremble and grunt and clench. She keeps pleasuring both shafts flawlessly--well, well no, not really. The pose doesn't really allow for that, and she's definitely focusing more on the mouth one, so it's sloppy and awkward, but they're enjoying themselves very much, one half rubbing so nicely against her soft body, the other being engulfed three-fourths of the way through over and over.

Then comes what sounds like a fucked-up lizardfolk moan, and so much throbbing, and Layna retreats her mouth all the way back up to the tip and uses her hand and breasts to tip them over. With little warning, cum spills forth, covering her breasts and torso and filling her mouth past capacity. And y'know what? It actually tastes pretty good. She savors and swallows, and catches her breath, and stands up. The saurian starts to shift and turn over to get up, but she moves them back into place with her foot.

"Oh, we're not done yet. Look at yourself. You're still ready." They look down, and find that she's right--they're still hard as hell, maybe even more now. And they look up and Layna's pants are just gone. Panties, too. (The boots stay, though.)

She begins to lower, her heart pounding in excitement, grasping the tips of both shafts in one hand and leading them towards her ass, and supporting herself with the other, leaning on their knee. Then the rings' effects wear off, and the ankle stings, and she nearly falls--but they suddenly grasp that leg below the knee, giving her support and letting her ankle rest. She just grins. "How well-behaved." They just huff, and she continues going down, and down... And takes both of the already thoroughly-lubricated shafts, at first just slowly inserting with a gasp, then much faster and more confidently, biting her lip and stifling a moan as the rubbery appendages stretch her nicely. Mfff... She starts going up, and then down, dropping her weight down to their hips, then up slowly, then down.

She just throws her head back. "Goooddd... You may be a pathetic weakling," their breath catches, still growing in excitement over being defeated and used, "but you make for such a nice fffuck..." She slams down and starts gyrating and moving her hips just right to drive them nuts, grunting and roar-moaning and breathing hard and throbbing in delightful powerlessness, getting some nice pressure on her prostate in the process and feeling the sweat running down her body (exhausted already? I'm losing my touch), and then she starts jumping up and slamming down again. They tremble and quiver and look at her pleadingly, and it fills her with joy and makes her feel so powerful when she realizes they're holding on for her.

"Alright, fine. You've earned it." She slams down. "Fill me." And that one last slam also gets her off (staining them with her own cum), setting her hole to clenching and squeezing and tightening and making them cum more and more, draining, well and truly defeated.

She stands up, still nice and full, and catches her breath. "Ooo-kay. Now don't let me find you again... Or you know what happens." She grabs her stuff and goes back the way she came--there was a waterfall somewhere she can clean up--leaving them to stew in their own exhaustion and lingering arousal, slowly falling asleep.

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The cure

Ask-Hi, can I have a Joker Leto x reader imagine where reader is poisoned and is dying and J is super worried. He goes everywhere to find her the cure and managed to save her just in time please. Something like end with fluff thank you x Warning(s)-none ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Humming as you walked through the kitchen you reached over to grab the pepper. Sprinkling some on the chicken you cooked you grabbed a knife and fork. Taking it over to the table you sat down getting ready to eat your food. "Hey doll come with me" a smiling J said as he came into the room. Staring down at your food you were about to eat with a frown you asked J "where are we going?" "On a quick "visit" to the new diamond store near us" the joker smirked. "Awhh but I want to finish my food". The joker grinned as he said with no care "I guess I won't be getting a surprise for someone." You smirked back at him as you walked up to him. " Whose the surprise for" said slowly and teasingly while raising your eyebrows. "Hmmmm I don't know" the joker said back with a teasing voice. "I guess I can come so I can find out" you smiled. The joker only grinned back as he held his arm out for you to take. Holding onto his arm you both walked to the doors outside. As the joker grabbed his keys to his purple Lamborghini you leaned against his car. "So are we gonna come back early" you asked? As the doors opened you both sat in the car. "Yeah, we're just gonna grab the prettiest diamond there that you want and some extra stuff. Besides we have to be quick because someone else is planning on robbing there too." You nodded as the joker turned on his Lamborghini and started to drive. As the music on the radio blasted you switched the songs every time there was a song you didn't like. Eventually a good song played which made you bob your head and sing along. The joker kept telling you to shut up but he secretly liked it. The joker may be cruel to you sometimes but he still cared for you and enjoyed seeing you have fun. The car came to a stop which meant you had to step out. As you got out the joker handed you one of his guns so you stuffed it in your sleeve. Staring at the store you looked over to J and nodded. Putting your game face on you both stepped into the store with your guns in hand. As the bell dinged you stared as you saw nobody was in here except the red haired cashier. "Hi and welcome t—" "Put your hands up" you said with a stern voice. The ladies blue eyes went from being all happy to being filled with fear. She raised her hands as you lead her out to the closet. Checking her pockets you took out her keys and phone. Putting them on the counter you put her in the closet and locked it. You could hear her crying but chose to ignore it. The joker was smirking seeing how you easily dealt with everything. "Now doll pick whatever you want." "Not so fast" a more deeper voice came. You turned your head and saw a black haired man with a beard. He was wearing a bikers jacket and had a gun in his hand. Around his neck he had a necklace with something red inside it. "Get out we're busy" you said while rolling your eyes. The man only scowled as you said that. "We got here first so it's ours" the joker said with an evil grin on his lips. The man slowly started inching his way towards you which made you get cautious. "Joker this is my store and we already went over this on our meeting." The joker only laughed as he held his stomach saying "you really believed me"? You only let out a giggle as the man had said that. "Joker this is you last chance or else" "Or else what" you laughed? Suddenly the man knocked your gun out of your hand and held it to you head while holding your hands tightly. Trying to wiggle out of his grip you grunted. The joker took a step forward and smiled, big behind that smile was a small bit of fear. "What're you gonna shoot a girl for not getting any diamonds?" The man smirked as he said "no". "Since your not being fair" the man started to grab his necklace but making sure to keep a grip on you. "I'm gonna do something far worse." The man tried opening your mouth but you kept it shut tight. The man aimed his gun at the joker as he punched you which made you open your mouth. He took out the red looking pill inside his necklace and stuffed it in your mouth. You tried spitting it out but it already went down your throat which made you cough. The man smiled as he slowly started waking away from you. Pushing you to the ground he shot the air and ran away. The joker tried shooting his leg but he was already out the store. You laid on the ground and started to cough more vigorously. "What was that" you asked? The joker only growled as he said "let's get you home." Holding onto his arm you both were gonna walk out but you made sure to first grab the keys on the table and slam the glass. As the glass shattered you grabbed the diamond ring from the stand and put it in your pocket. The joker only laughed as he said "seriously doll?" You only smirked as you stepped out of the store. Sitting in his car you sighed and leaned against the seat as your head started to spin. "Hey doll you okay" the joker said trying not to show much concern. You nodded as you just told him your feeling a little tired. The joker started to drive back to the house and heard you lightly coughing at random times but chose not to comment about it. As you finally arrived back home you told J you were gonna lay down since you were tired. Laying down in the bed the joker laid next to you and stared at the ceiling. "So doll you wanna help me catch the guy." Yeah I*cough* want to find that*cough* bastard *cough cough*. Laying your head on the joker crocodile coat you closed you eyes. The joker looked at you and frowned. "Hey doll wake up its only 2:00pm". You only hummed back at him and coughed again. This time when you coughed you felt a wet substance on your hand . Opening you eyes you stared at the blood on your hand which made your eyes widen. Suddenly you felt an urge to puke so you ran off the couch to the bathroom. Leaning against the toilet you tasted blood come out your mouth. The blood soon stopped coming out which made you sigh and your head hurt. The joker came into the room and saw what was in the toilet. "I'm gonna call the doctor". As your head spun you could hear the jokers voice blurring out as he screamed for a doctor to hurry up. Getting off the ground you washed you mouth and closed your eyes for a moment. Opening your eyes you coughed again , but not blood this time. "The doctors coming don't worry doll" You nodded and started to walk back to the bed but the joker stopped you. He lifted your legs off the ground and carried you to the bed which made you giggle seeing how much of a sweetheart he was being. The joker was pacing around the room as he waited for the doctor. "Your not pregnant are you?" You only laughed which made him frown. "No I'm not, women puke when they have morning sickness if they're pregnant, not puke out blood." That seemed to calm him down a little which made him sit down next to you on the bed. As you sat down on the bed the doctor came through the doors. The joker stood up quick as lightning and talked to the doctor. As they talked the doctor nodded and came with you to check up on you. "Can you open your mouth"? You premed You opened your mouth as he put a stick in your mouth. Talking it out he asked you "when did you start coughing up blood?" "Two hours ago." He nodded and went to grab some tools from his pack. "Do you eat anything unusual or maybe hurt yourself? "Umm well actually this guy shoved a pill down my throat today when me and J went to the store today." The man nodded , he may have tried to act cool about being in a room with the joker but you could see in his eyes he was terrified. His brown shaggy hair was always going on his eyes so he tied it up into a mini man bun. The man started to try on many tests on you but started to get more scared and worried each time. The man started to check trough his bag very quickly but the life drained out of his eyes as he looked at you. "I can't find a cure". "Excuse me" you asked? "The pill the guy gave you was not like any other pill out there. I dot have any cures for it but there might be some out there , but it will take too long to find because by the time someone finds it you'll be... dead." You shot up off the bed and coughed. "What do you mean she'll die" the joker growled? "She has today and three more days to live, if a cure isn't found than she will die." Your eyes widened at the guys words. The joker suddenly screamed out "WELL THAN FIND THE DAMN CURE". The doctor only shook which made the joker roll his eyes. "You have two days to live, call all your doctor friends to find it and if think about running away , don't because I will find you." The man nodded quickly and grabbed his phone starting to call people. You only laid your head back down as the joker stormed out of the room. Catching up to him you asked him where he was going. "To find a cure, I will be back the day after tomorrow." "But J you should stay." The joker only grabbed your face and kissed you, than he walked away leaving you all alone. You felt happy that the joker was gonna find a cure but you didn't want to spend your probably last days alone without him. Laying back in the bed you sighed and went to sleep. (Two days later) The joker had finally found it. It took 6 doctors to kill and 5 people to torture but he found it. All he had to do is now go home and bring the cure. He zipped the clear bottle filled with a blue substance in his pocket and sped down the streets not caring who's cars he cut off. He was excited to have you back in his arms again safe and sound. The joker had finally reached up to the penthouse so he ran out of his car and screamed at Frost to lock his car. The henchman nodded as the joker ran past him to go find you. Asking his goon they told him you were in the master bedroom. The joker had went up the elevator and ran up to the room. "Y/N I found the— wow doll you don't look so well". You coughed out and let a small dry laugh fall off your pale lips. You had eye bags under your now dull eyes. Your body was sweating a lot and you were freezing cold under the covers. "Doll I found the cure, now take it before it's too late." You stared at the blue substance and tried reaching out to it but your hands dropped as tiredness took over you. "I want to sleep" your hoarse voice said. The joker could see you slowly closing your eyes so he went up to you quickly. "No no no no doll here wake up." The joker opened the cap as he held open your mouth. You felt a gross thick liquid go down your throat which made your face scrunch up. Inside of your body you could feel it heating up which made you wince. Your body was feeling weird but it was probably because the cure was working. You sighed as you felt yourself slowly feeling more calm and less anxious. Your body wasn't sweating anymore and you felt much warmer now. "How do you feel" the joker asked with worry in his eyes? "Much better" you smiled. "Thank you so much J, seriously I mean it." The joker leaned his head against yours and smiled. "Id do anything for you doll". You both laid down on the bed closing your eyes and drifted off to slumber as he held onto you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was interesting to write, I kept having to clean today so I wrote this at random moments but I hope you enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️

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Kangaroos Quotes

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That pouch setup is extraordinary; the baby crawls out of the womb when it is about two inches long, gets into the pouch, and proceeds to mature. I’d have a baby if it would develop in my handbag. – Rita Rudner • Even to this day, no native Australian animal species and only one plant species-the macadamia nut-have proved suitable for domestication. There still are no domestic kangaroos. – Jared Diamond • Evolution is a snail, but Revolution is a kangaroo; one crawls, other jumps! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list. – Ilona Andrews • He (Ozzie Smith) plays like he’s on a mini-trampoline or wearing helium kangaroo shorts. – Andy Van Slyke • Hopefully New Zealand let me stay, and they don’t kick me out and ban me. And I hope I don’t get killed by a kangaroo, ‘cuz I heard that happens out there. – Vince Staples • Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!’ Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?’ Which one do you think?’ Bad Vlad?’ Good call. – Dr. Seuss • How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! – Vladimir Nabokov • How true, how true” said the Sour Kangaroo, “And from now on, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to protect them with you!” And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said “Me too! – Dr. Seuss • I actually had a small kangaroo – and I’m not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo … it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year. – Caroline Wozniacki • I had longed to be a butterfly, and I was one at last. I attended private parties in sumptuous evening dress, simpered and aired my graces like a born beau, and polkaed and schoisched with a step peculiar to myself – and the kangaroo. – Mark Twain • I have no fear of losing my life – if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it. – Steve Irwin • I liked the koala, wallaby, and I chilled with a kangaroo a bit. There was a wombat that I quite enjoyed also – Todd Barry • I wanted to be Stan Laurel, then I wanted to be Fred Astaire and then Captain Kangaroo. I actually started out as a radio announcer when I was 17 and never left the business so that’s literally 70 years. – Dick Van Dyke • I was taught to read by my grandmother. Central to her method was a tale of unnatural love called ‘The Duck and the Kangaroo’. 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They all dress funny- and they all succeed. – Dave Barry • My mother on her death bed told me, ‘Where the hell did that kangaroo come from!?’ – it just popped out of nowhere and punched her in the head and caused a cerebral hemorrhage, so I thought I’d move to a country where there were no kangaroos! – Colin Mochrie • Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! – Frank O’Hara • The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, Some courageous kangaroos do it Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. I’m sure giraffes on the sly do it, Even eagles as they fly do it, Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. – Cole Porter • There is nothing more delightful than to scoop up a wild joey in your arms and smell the wind and eucalyptus in the coats of the gentle kangaroo or the deep-earth smell of tiny wallabies. It is wonderful to see the trust in their eyes and the gradual realization that you mean them no harm. – Stella Reid • This is your court and you possess the force to celebrate the trial and convict me on the basis of your lists of accusations, the public one and the secret one, and you can dictate a sentence prepared by the political and security apparatuses that are behind this trial. But I too possess a will obtained from the justice of our cause and the determination of our people to reject any decision from this ‘kangaroo court’. – Ahmad Sa’adat • Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, ‘I hope it doesn’t rain today. I hate it when the children play inside. – Henny Youngman • Until we do something about wild dogs, kangaroos competing for pasture, your fortunes in life aren’t gonna turn around. – Barry O’Sullivan • What will happen to the spirit of this ancient dreaming land without the great mobs of kangaroos bounding across the song lines, energizing the land? Will the sunset and dawn mourn the passing of the creatures who danced in their light? – Sue Arnold • When I went to Australia, I went shark diving. It was crazy. It was called ‘extreme’ shark diving because even though we were in cages, we literally could touch the sharks swimming by. They were huge and I’m terrified of sharks. Then I went to a wildlife park and held kangaroos. That was nice. – Taylor Lautner • When you come across with a problem in your life, do not always try to solve it; make a long jump like a kangaroo and continue your way! Sometimes problems must be leaped over without touching them! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Who will mourn the passing of our magnificent kangaroos? Who will remember how the bush once danced in rhythm with the thumping, jumping kangaroos who flew over fences their great tails drumming on the earth? Who will remember the big red male kangaroo lying in the desert sun, his coat almost indistinguishable from the red earth from which he came? – Sue Arnold • With kangaroos, you say ‘Sit!’ and they start boxing with you. They’re nuts! – Jerry O’Connell • Yeah, I think it’s an absolute disaster that Australia, the government, allowed kangaroo culling. – Steve Irwin • Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew. – Fabian [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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Whatever Happened To That Bald Eagle Metaphor?

By Chris Churchill

Whatever happened to that bald eagle that snapped at Trump? I wonder what was so bad about the way Trump presented himself that the eagle saw him as a threat. I am both an American and a bird lover and I think I’m about to belabor an American Metaphor for you.

First of all, I didn’t choose the bald eagle as a symbol for America. Some other blowhard with a quill pen did that. Famously, Ben Franklin thought that the turkey would be a better metaphor. In a letter to his daughter Sarah, in 1784, he explained how he saw the bald eagle as a coward and a thief. He thought the turkey was braver and more honest. So now we have to unpack even more metaphors.

Let’s look at turkeys for a second. Turkeys are brave, that Mr. Franklin was right about. If they could speak they might gobble out the phrase that the great Bernie Mac made so famous: “I ain’t scared of you muthafuckas!” Turkeys ain’t scared of any of you muthafuckas. Seriously, right up to the time that their heads are being chopped off, they still defend their young and their territory.

So, based on conversations I’ve had with people who take a very exceptionalist view of America as the greatest and most powerful nation on Earth, I might agree with that. America the Turkey ain’t scared of shit. Or are we? And should we be? Yes and Yes. So the turkey metaphor starts to fail. However, there’s still this: Much of the world sees us as nothing but Thanksgiving dinner. Some really helpful people wield the hatchet that will chop off our heads. The one who wants to chop off our heads and either eat us or sell us off piece by piece is probably the one who feeds us the most. I don’t know who that is. I also wanted to talk about that bald eagle.

So why the bald eagle as a symbol for America? Well, apparently the bald eagle has it’s own website. So at least it’s keeping current. According to www.baldeagleinfo.com, it was chosen for its long life, great strength and majestic looks.

About that long life of a bald eagle; in comparison to other creatures we might choose for their longevity, an eagle isn’t that great a choice. They average about 20 years. Just like a Canada Goose. If we were going for longevity in birds, find a parrot.

“Great strength” is true. The bald eagle has a grip that is 10 times stronger than that of the average adult human. That’s pretty strong but not the strongest, of course. Sure, its talons aren’t crocodile jaws but then again, bald eagles have a better view of the swamp. In fact, they have a great view of everything. They’re probably monitoring what you’re reading right now. Also, just try to catch a bald eagle, crocodile. You might be strong but you can’t fly.

“Majestic looks.” Optics, I guess. We look great. Looks like things are going really well for that bird up there. I wouldn’t mess with him. (Unless I was a bear or a dragon. But I’m not a bear or a dragon. I’m expressive, outgoing, smart and I make too much noise. I’m a parrot. But not a wild parrot. Those are theater people. Or scenesters of any kind. I prefer to be a parrot that likes a couple people and makes some neat sounds to amuse myself.)

We’re also really loud like a bald eagle. Everyone hears us and they’re like “Hey! That’s America. Watch out!”

One last thing: Did you know that they were called “bald” back when that meant “white?” Coded but unrecognized celebration of whiteness as a defining characteristic of America. Some people will say, “That’s ridiculous.” Listen to what those people say for the minutes, hours and days after that. They’ll probably say some insensitive stuff, at the very least.

So that eagle that lunged at Trump, what was it’s deal? That bird’s name was Uncle Sam. At the time of the famous incident where he lunged at Trump, he was 27 years old, already an elderly eagle. Turns out he was also blind in one eye. But that’s not why he lunged at Trump. Uncle Sam, proxy for all that America stands for, is a bald eagle which is, as America also is, very territorial. I’ll bet that eagle would build a wall around it’s nest if it could (and if it actually needed to). Turns out Trump (who symbolizes Trump, in this case) began, that day, to reach into the eagle’s territory. That symbol for the beliefs and ideals of America at the time of the American revolution saw Trump’s small, greedy hand as an incursion into his space. Listen, he’s old, blind in one eye and just flew cross country in a box rather than under it’s own power. He didn’t have any patience left.

So maybe — if we can belabor this metaphor even more — maybe that bird represented the fact that we, the current holders of the American ideals, saw him as a threat to those ideals. The problem is, there are even more handlers handling Trump, more laws protecting Trump, more money and security hiding Trump from threats, than any bald eagle will ever get. Optics, baby. Bald eagles look good. Especially, when they’re protecting what’s theirs. Maybe Trump is a bald eagle himself. Maybe he’s just a high-flying coward and thief with a distinctive hairdo (that isn’t really bald and isn’t really white) at the top of the food chain who is desperately frightened of losing everything.

He used to be fun to watch too. Not any more.

Or maybe, that’s us up there. The United States is both the good and the bad stuff that that bird represents. Cool to look at, fast and strong. We’re also bound to violence to keep us alive and at the top of the hierarchy. We can see really far and make loud sounds that scare everyone. We’re also real jerks to a lot of the other animals.

You know what would be a better avian symbol to aspire to, America? No, not one of my parrots. One of them won’t shut up and has chosen the bathroom as her territory. One of them, as beautiful as he is, reminds me of congress a bit, in that he is scared of everything and when he gets scared he attacks his own perch to show the threat that he’s tough. The other bird, our cockatiel, is all about herself and only herself. They’re good birds but not good symbols for our country.

Nope. We should be like a city dwelling pigeon. In fact, we kind of already are. They are everywhere. You can’t get away from them. They eat anything and poop anywhere at all. They aren’t the toughest birds around but they survive somehow. You ever seen a pigeon with no toes? I have and he didn’t give a shit about those toes. He was just getting on with it. Yet, we don’t fully appreciate the pigeon because they aren’t “majestic looking” like the eagle. Optics lie. That’s why they’re optics. “Hey, look at the majestic eagle,” it shouts. You look at the majestic eagle in the sky and sigh whistfully at it’s beauty while the pigeons, all 400 million of them, don’t need to hurt anyone to survive and thrive.

Oh wait. They’re filthy and generally only live 5-10 years.

Metaphors are dumb.

#thinly veiled metaphor #Bald Eagle #turkeys #whiteness #pigeon

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