#one piece crackpost

[zorosleftmantit101]

One Piece characters, as shit I've sent to my group chat.

Characters: strawhats + law kid and killer

C/W: swearing, I have zero shame

A/N: my stomach is sore RAA 🇺🇸🦅

Luffy: Guys, I'm gonna kms, I just dropped my slushie.

Zoro: I never apologise I'm always right. Zoro: I am Batman  

Franky: Kinda gay ngl Franky: would burn

Usopp: MY DADDY IS MY SUPERHERO

Sanji: I have something very important to say Nami: Kill yourself

Talking about Halloween costumes

Franky: like a sexy cowgirl Nami: If you're coming to my house, absolutely not Franky: Slut Franky: Fine Franky: I'll be grandma Nami: my grandma usually comes and sits outside the house Franky: I will distract her with my cowgirl moves Franky: Yeehaa Nami: KYS Franky: hear me out Franky: Cowgirl with nipples out. *Franky has been removed from the GC*

Robin: I'm going to #hell

Luffy: I sent a vid shitting Robin: god Nami: TO LAW? Luffy: maybe...

Franky: girls cant shit Franky: ideot Franky Your crazy

Killer: I'm so sorry Kid: I'm not Kid: I have no regrets

Usopp: OR I WILL FISH IT OUT YOUR INTESTINES FROM YOUR URETHRA Nami: should probably not go anywhere near my uti riddled pussy rn

Sanji: are you a duck because I wanna check inside your butt-quack Nami: again should probably not be around my nether regions unless you want pink eyes. Sanji: Is its bubble gum pink Nami: It's moss green

Law: Luffy can you please explain to me why I just watched a video of you shitting with very good sound quality Lufft: Ummm uh umm, the real question is, are you hard yet Law: I'm always hard

Luffy: I just ate like six churros I don't know what end but something is projecting out of somewhere.

[kenmageddon]

What mpreg fics should be

[moniheartsluffy]

can we talk ab how luffy is most def an “equal rights, equal fights” kinda mf💀 IK YALL SAW THE WAY HE PUNCHED MY GIRL VIVI..all bc he was mad she ain’t want ppl to die and bc she ain’t put they lives on the line too🥲 it was an understandable situation but gd you ain’t have to hit ha😭 poor baby was stressing cause ha kingdom gettin taken over by a mf wit a hook. AND i think he square up wit some more girls later on in the show😭 in conclusion, monkey d. luffy dont gaf, he gon square up regardless💀

[look-a-ghost]

it feels really weird to be in a microscopic fandom with an invisible thirst quotient but like i just drew neil burnside in a bathtub to lift myself out of a minor depressive spell and i feel like i have literally no one to show this image to

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 2.7k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

masterlist part I part II

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel  @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @the-high-lady-of-3am-crackposts @shampoocovers99 (if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me) also @oblivious-idiot

You had barely turned the corner onto Portland Row when you already started searching your pockets for the house key. When you found it, you gripped the metal tightly, glad to have something to hold onto. Though slightly out of breath now, you were still keeping up a pace that had you a few steps in front of George at all times. No words had been exchanged throughout the walk, and you were equal parts sad and glad that he hadn't even attempted a conversation. The gate creaked horribly as you pushed it open, and you wouldn't have even noticed how much force you applied if it hadn't been for George right behind you. You spun around at his surprised gasp just in time to see the gate that had swung back hit him. He grimaced. "That was unnecessary."

Your face flushed in embarrassment. "It wasn't on purpose", you mumbled and abruptly turned around to open the front door, desperate to escape the situation. Stepping into the hallway, you noticed the key had left little red indents in the palm of your hands. Looking at it, a clear visualisation of your incapability to control your feelings, you felt pathetic.

There wasn't much time to think about it though, because George pushed closely past you, pizza cartons held up high to not hit your head. Your heartbeat quickened at his sudden closeness. He yelled out for Lockwood and Lucy as he stomped into the kitchen, still in boots and his jacket. You knelt to untie your shoes, taking the few moments it took as a last opportunity to pull yourself together enough to survive the dinner without giving a hint about your emotional state.

"Well George, enlighten us. What did you guys find out?" Lockwood opened up the conversation after the four of you had demolished about half of every pizza within mere minutes. George put down the piece of pizza he was currently munching on, and cleared his throat. "Abbey House is the main residence of the Blackwood family. It's similar to Combe Carey Hall insofar as it's a manor outside of London, but up until now, there have never been any disturbances. The history of the house is fascinatingly non-violent, actually."

"Really? No death? No murder? Not even a little bit?" Lockwood seemed almost disappointed by George's revelations. "Oh, there has been death. Plenty of it, if that makes you happy. But none of it is connected to the house itself." George fished a pencil out of his pocket that was so small already that it looked almost impossible to write with. He pushed one of the pizza cartons aside and quickly sketched the outline of a family tree.

Lucy, who sat next to you at the long side of the table, leaned over to get a closer look, forcing you to move closer to George as well. Your legs were touching now under the table. He looked at you and gave you the quickest of smiles before he turned back to the thinking cloth. "We've got Lord Blackwood at the top." He drew a somewhat funky-looking stick figure. "He's the current head of the family, and he owns Abbey House." He drew another stick figure next to the one already on the cloth and added something that, with a little fantasy, resembled a dress. He connected them with two intertwined rings. "His wife died a few years ago. Natural causes, no comeback as a ghost." He drew a big x over the stick figure. "They have two kids-" Another two stick figures. "The daughter is quite a few years older than her brother. She resides at Abbey House, and her brother is off to some fancy private school. Lastly, Lord Blackwood also has an older sister. Couldn't find too much about her."

Lockwood inspected the sketch with great interest. "Anything about staff? Any accidents, or something of the sort?" George leaned back, crossing his arms. He did not move his leg away from yours. "Nothing out of the ordinary. We spent the entire day combing through dusty family tree records and old newspaper clippings. His wife seemed to have lived quite a scandalous life before she got married to him. His daughter is famously picky with the men she surrounds herself with, which of course requires a regular article about how there is 'no heir in sight!' in just about every gossip magazine. Lord Blackwood has another sister, but she broke it off with her family and moved up to Scotland with her five kids. Lots of information, almost all of it irrelevant."

Lockwood took another piece of pizza and looked at it contemplatively. "On the phone, it sounded like a proper nightmare. There is a ghost there, and it's very angry."

"Don't know if I like the fact that there seems to be nothing that points towards a ghost", Lucy said.

"That's not that uncommon. And if I'm honest, now I'm even more intrigued." Lockwood had finished his piece of pizza in record time. "Of course you are", Lucy mumbled under her breath.

Lockwood ignored her. "We'll take the train tomorrow, early afternoon. I had our rapiers checked yesterday, so that's all in the clear. (name), Lucy, you go and lay out all of the equipment, and see if we need to fill up on something. We should be fully stocked, but you never know."

Lockwood seemed to brim with excited energy as he got up from the table. That's what the prospect of a challenging case tended to do to him. "I'll be in the library." He snatched the last piece of pizza from one of the cartons. "Doing some research of my own."

"Reading gossip magazines you mean?" George called after him, but Lockwood was already out of the room. George chuckled, looking at you. "Maybe I should have taken Lockwood with me today", he joked, and you gave your best to force a natural-looking smile. "Yeah, maybe", you quietly said and got up. "Lucy, let's get this over with." You didn't wait for her as you made your way down the staircase into the basement. You missed the way George turned and looked after you, with confusion and hurt at the way you were acting towards him.

In the basement, you started with pulling chains off the rack, simply dropping them in the middle of the room, the clatter of the metal against the concrete reverberating through the air. You couldn't wait to be done and get back to the solace of your room. By the time Lucy entered the room, you had moved on to sorting through the salt bombs. She joined you, and you worked in silence. There was no need to talk, it was a methodical procedure you both had gone through time and time again.

When you were done, you did a quick check of everything to make sure you didn't miss anything. Lucy stood leaning against the doorframe, watching you with her arms crossed over her chest. "I think we're good to go", you finally said and she smiled at you. You waited for her to turn around and lead the way back upstairs, but she didn't.

"Did something happen between you?"

You swallowed thickly. "No. Why?"

She shrugged. "You seem on edge. And he seems hurt."

You almost laughed. "Hurt?"

"You should have seen the way he looked after you after dinner."

You shook your head. "Lucy, you don't need to invent imaginary scenarios to make me feel better. I appreciate the sentiment, but it's really not helping."

She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me what happened then."

You huffed. "Nothing. Except me asking him to get dinner with me, and him turning it into getting pizza for everyone. Can't make it much clearer than that, now can you?"

Lucy just looked at you and the pity in her eyes made you want to rip your hair out. You flexed your hand, where the marks of the key were long gone, but you still felt pathetic.

"I don't think that was his intention", she finally said softly and turned around. You didn't move even after you heard her footsteps on the stairs and finally the door closing behind her. The room was now only dimly lit from the last bit of daylight that made its way through the narrow windows. Your eyes wandered over the four piles of equipment you had made on the floor, one for each member of the agency. From there, over to the shelves in which many folders filled to the brim with old bills, case records and miscellaneous papers piled up with no discernable system. Lastly, to the desks that stood in the corner, George's desk specifically. It was overflowing with books, notes, pictures, diagrams, loose paper, and pens, chaos only he could find any system in. On top of a stack of books stood a mug, looking lonely and out of place.

Without thinking about it, you slowly walked over and picked it up. It was your favourite mug, gifted to you by Lockwood after your first successful case with the agency as a sign that you were now a proper member. You softly brushed over the small spot on the handle that was chipped from the one time Lucy had tried to carry more than her hands could handle. You thought about how you had brought this cup down here a few days ago to give it to George who had been sitting over his notes for hours that evening. He had smiled at you, full of surprise and gratitude and fondness, before he had pulled over a chair for you to explain excitedly what he had been working on.

You blinked away the tears that had formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you could go through with this. Leaving Lockwood & Co. would be like leaving family. But on the other hand, how long could you endure keeping things like they were? You had no idea how long you stood in the dark basement, staring at the mug that somehow had become the embodiment of the connections you had formed in this house - connections of varying kinds, but all connections of love. Connections that felt almost impossible to leave behind.

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This night's sleep had been horrible. You stumbled through the preparations that filled the entire first half of the day and looked forward to the train ride out into the country that would give you a chance to catch up on some of the sleep that you missed last night through all the tossing and turning.

The station was bustling with people, each one seemingly knowing exactly where to go and what to do. The four of you moved slowly through it all, your bags bulky and awkward to walk with, the rapiers dangling from your sides earning you a few glances from the people that passed you. Luckily, the train was already waiting at the platform. Your shoulder was aching from the unrelenting pressure of the bag's strap. After you ascended the three steps up into the train, you let it slip off your shoulder with a sigh, glad to be able to set it down for a second. The train was almost empty, it seemed like Stoneford - the village closest to Abbey House - wasn't a very popular destination. Your three colleagues had already started moving forward through the narrow hallway slowly, disregarding the empty seats they passed. Lockwood had booked you a private compartment, to allow you to discuss further details regarding the case if it was necessary, without anyone listening in on your conversation.

You looked down at the bag lying by your feet with dread. This was one of the many downsides of taking on cases with minimal information - the need to bring an extensive selection of gear to be equipped for everything that might come your way. You let out a long drawn-out sigh before bending down and snatching the straps that were on the floor. You started to make your way through the hallway, kicking and dragging the bag more than carrying it. You didn't come very far before the bag came to an abrupt halt, causing you to stumble forward and almost trip over your own feet. You cursed under your breath, which earned you a disapproving look from an older lady reading a newspaper two seats down from where you stood. You ignored her as you tried to get the strap out that had wedged itself in between the seat and the armrest.

You could feel your frustration building when you suddenly felt a hand coming to rest on the small of your back. You turned around to find George standing behind you. "Let me handle that", he said, and gently pushed you towards where Lucy and Lockwood had already disappeared into the compartment. You hesitated for a second, and looked back and forth between him and the bag, acutely aware of the placement of his hand. He raised his eyebrows, a silent prompt to follow what he had said.

"Thank you", you quietly said and left him to take care of it. The compartment door slid to the side easily, and you found Lucy and Lockwood on one of the benches, Lucy on her back with her head on Lockwood's lap. They had piled the luggage on the other bench, leaving barely enough room for two people to sit.

"Do you have to lie down, Lucy?", you asked. "Maybe we could put one of the bags on your bench." Lucy raised her head so that she could look at you over the edge of the table where Lockwood was looking through some papers, ignoring your conversation. "I'm really tired, unfortunately", she said. "I'm sure you understand." You rolled your eyes at her attempt to fake a convincing yawn. It was crystal clear to you what she was trying to do.

There was no time to argue with her because just then George appeared in the door frame. He wrestled the bag into the space under Lucy's and Lockwood's bench so that you could still move around in the compartment. When he was done, he turned to you. "Do you wanna sit by the window?" He was a little out of breath, a stray curl falling into his forehead. You shrugged. "I don't have a preference." He smiled at you. "Me neither. Then you get the window seat."

You squeezed yourself past the bags and sat down as close to the wall as possible, silently praying that the space was bigger than it looked. George placed his jacket on top of the bags before he too squeezed past the bags and plopped down next to you. He stretched out his legs with a sigh and took off his glasses to polish them on his shirt. He seemed entirely unfazed by the fact that your entire side was pressed up against him, all while it made your heartbeat stumble. You clasped your hands together in your lap to make yourself as small as possible.

"Lucy?" George asked. You bit your lip as you looked out of the window. Surely he was about to ask her to switch places so that he wouldn't have to be so close to you for the next several hours - you knew how he felt about excessive physical contact.

"Would you mind giving me the folder with the yellow marker?"

You looked over to Lucy, who pulled the folder out of the backpack you brought. George took it from her and opened it, immediately immersing himself in whatever he had in there.

In the meantime, the train had left the station. You hadn't moved at all, too afraid to accidentally alert George to the fact that you were almost sitting on top of him. Instead, you stared out of the window at the houses that flew by, slowly but surely getting replaced by trees and other greenery. There was a comfortable silence in the compartment, and that coupled with the rhythmic sound of the train had your eyes droop quickly. You rested your head against the wall and allowed them to close, quickly drifting off into sleep.

thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated :)

part IV

[softrozene]

Imagine that when someone from the Whitebeard Pirate’s crew likes someone they all have a song rehearsed to help woo that person for them but it ends up in a disaster fldjslfk

I would think the song is “Can’t Help Falling in Love”.

Yes, I am looking at Ace, Marco, and Thatch being the main helpers in on this.

[talistheintrovert]

Author Tags

Tagged by some incredible writers and wonderful humans whom I adore:  @eyessharpweaponshot @marauders-groupie @clarke-the-spooky-ferrari @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @probably-voldemort @kombellarke @pawprinterfanfic and possibly a couple others, but tumblr’s been dropping notifcations lately, thx tumblr. Anyway, everyone should go read all these angels’ fics!

Fandoms You Write for: The 100 at the moment, but I also write Pride and Prejudice, North and South, and I’ve got one or two Broadchurch and Good Omens fics in the works. I’ve also written for Supergirl in the past, but I don’t do that anymore. 

Where you post: AO3! and I’m currently moving over some old fics from ff.net

Most popular one shot: Based on both kudos and comments, The Bruise Won’t Heal (the stain stays put) which is about Clarke finally snapping and giving spacekru a piece of her mind, which I literally only wrote as catharsis for myself and then it turned out a lot of people agreed with me :’)

Most popular Multi-Chapter: I Don’t Need Your Love (I Just Need You Now) which is a fic about Clarke being stuck in a bad relationship and Bellamy trying to help, and involves a lot of mutual pining. Although Set The Dark On Fire is pretty close behind it, and was the first fic of mine to really take off and be “popular”, and I’m pretty damn proud of that one too. 

Favorite story you wrote: I mean, just for my own personal sake, I’m so in love with my Good Omens Bellarke AU all this, and love too, will ruin us because I love Good Omens so much, and I love Bellarke so much, and doing the research for all the periods of history they appear in was just SO MUCH FUN. I’m such a slut for research, you guys. 

But also, if I could sneak another one in there - Right Hand Slugger, because I’ve had the entire fic planned out from start to finish from around halfway through writing IDNYL, and I actually wrote the ending before i wrote anything else :’) and I’m slowly working my way towards it. It’s the fic I pick up and write when I’m in a good mood. It’s my happy place.

Story you were nervous to post: I feel like I’m always nervous to post my stories? But especially anything with smut - because it’s so far out of my comfort zone - or something that I’m viscerally emotionally attached to, like STDOF. 

How do you choose your titles: Song lyrics my dudes. And lines from poetry! Richard Siken is a GOD.

Do you outline: I outline all my fics like i’m writing some kind of bizarre crackpost. Dotpoints of important plot elements, chapter breakdowns, but all worded like a tumblr starsign breakdown from 2012. 

Complete number of stories: 35 on ao3!

In progress: 11 published (but some of those are oneshot prompt fills), and about,,,,,,,, i dunno, fifty? unpublished adlksjfhdkjadfshdsfkdsajl

Do you accept prompts: I do for my follower celebrations, but especially since my 666 Celebration, I’ve still got about 15 prompts to fill, so I’m really not taking any at the moment. 

Upcoming story you are most excited about: I mean I’ve got a couple of surprise blarke fics in the works, but other than that I’m pretty excited to post my first Good Omens fic. Nervous, but excited. 

Tagging some absolutely fabulous humans! @fen-ha-fuck-you @clarkgriffon YOU KNOW YOU WRITE BITCHES! also, @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @detectivebellamyblake @carrieeve @chants-de-lune @grumpybell AND THERE ARE DEFINITELY OTHER INCREDIBLE WRITERS OUT THERE SO JUST CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED AND SELF-ACTUALISE BITCHES!!

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

1-3 i knew delusionals were disgusting, but being happy about someone losing a family member (because yes, pets are family members, and they should always be cherished and treated as such) and claiming that an animal deserved to die just because its owner doesn't like shitty fictional character scott mccall or shitty actor tyler posey, really? that's fucking SICK. i am so sorry for your loss, winter.

2-3 and i am really sorry that a vile piece of bitter, rotten, rancid garbage would ever think about sending you such a horrible message or stooping as low as to using a real person's tragedy to taunt them "in the name of scott mccall". ignore them please! you are a beautiful human being, inside and outside.

3-3 they stay literal scum - so not worth it. antis can go follow their pathetic "treat others like scott mccall would treat them" and "let this be the year everyone finally becomes a bit more like scott mccall" crackposts down the drain and hit the door real hard on their bilious way out.

I’m fine, thank you! 

And honestly, I’m just assuming it’s a Scott stan, since they tend to be the only ones who send me hate. 

(Actually, to clarify, not a Scott stan as such, because most Scott stans are people just loving the character they love, and having fun with it. This would be a delusional squad member or lackey!) 

[zorosleftmantit101]

One piece group chat shenanigans

A/N: I see a little sillohetto of a man

C/W: Swearing, telling ppl to kts, Crack post, Shitpost

Luffy: Wait so like do beavers exist

Robin: yeah why

Luffy: how do I know if I seen one

Nami: you'll fucking know when you see one

Franky: guys im shitting rn

Usopp: Nami leave him alone he's autistic

Luffy: cause like I've seen a lot in my time right?

Zoro: what are you about to tell us a fucking war story.

Luffy: Zoro, your distracting me can you litterly shut up.

Sanji: honestly actually kys zoro

@Zoro has removed @sanji from the chat

Usopp: someone add him back

Nami: no dont...

Brook: sup sluts whats going on

Luffy: brook have you seen a beaver

@Usopp has added @Sanji to the chat

Nami: alright Usopp your getting blocked

Usopp: I had to I can hear him crying

Sanji: IM NOT CRYING IM LITTERLY IN PUBLIC

Brook: don't fret sanji I cry in public constantly

Nami: here we fucking go

Brook: or at least I would

Brook: if I had any eyes 👀

@Nami has removed @Brook from the chat

Luffy: NAMI I NEEDED TO ASK HIM ABT THE BEAVERS

Nami: no one cares abt the beavers Luffy

Luffy: I DO

Luffy: WHERES THE BUTTON TO ADD HIM BACK

Zoro: who added the slut back to the chat

Sanji: Zoro I hope you piss kidney stones

@Luffy has added 8 people to the chat

NamI: LUFFY WHAT DID YOU DO

Luffy: I WAS JUST TRYING TO ADD BROOK I THINK I MESSEP UP

Shanks: HEY NERDS

Buggy: what the fuck is this

Crocodile: straw hat...

Mihawk: this is highly immature

Shanks: someone shoul put you in a retirement home

Buggy: HA

Crocodile: Buggy are you conspiring with the enemy

Nami: someone kick them

Brook: IM BACK SLUTS

Ace: ive been summoned

Robin: yo what...

Law: straw hat this is unfunny

Kidd: yknow who else isnt funny

Shanks: buggy?

Buggy: KYS

Kidd: your un present father

@law has left the chat

Kidd: HA hit a nerve fucking losser

@Kidd has left the chat

@Mihawk has left the chat

@crocodile has left the chat

Shanks: im staying this is juicy

Buggy: like my ass

@nami has removed @buggy from the chat

Shanks: NERD

@Nami has removed @Shanks from the chat

Nami: Ace yknow what you need to do

Ace: 👍

@Ace has left the chat

Nami: finally peace and quiet

Luffy: anyway brook abt the beavers

@Franky has sent a photo

*opened by all*

Luffy: is that your shit

Franky: i told you i was shitting

@Nami has left the chat

@zoro has left the chat

@sanji has left the chat

@Robin had left the chat

Usopp: Franky that looks really bad when was the last time you went to a doctor

Franky: ur mum

@Usopp has left the chat

Franky: so just the three of us

Brook: indeed

Luffy: anyway brook so beavers

[zorosleftmantit101]

One piece characters fav movie and why.

Characters: strawhats, kid, killer, law, shanks x Gn reader

A/N: mr worldwide

C/W: swearing, crackpost

Luffy: has adamantly watched every Jurassic park movie like 200 times he just fucking loves dinosaurs, will sit on the head of the sunny and explain his fav dinosaurs to you.

Zoro: he WILL kick your ass if you tell anyone but he fucking loves Mulan that is your guys feel good movie.

Nami: you too watch 80s romances together shit like grease and titanic

Franky: star wars, no comment

Sanji: will sit and watch howls moving castle with you on date movie night.

Robin: Im gonna sound crazy I could not for the life of me think of a single movie I think robin would sit and enjoy.

Brook: Breakfast club, was him and his crews go to movie for movie night and it fills his heart with a warm feeling of remembrance whenever you too watch it.

Kid: horror movies ANY horror movie he finds them funny as well the slut

Killer: shaun of the dead and hot fuzz, (if you haven't watched these movies go watch them RIGHT NOW) anyway you too could sit and watch those movies any night.

Law: the biggest secret in the entire world but, his favourite movies are the pitch perfect movies he will water boarded you in your sleep it you tell anyone.

Shanks: any Adam sandlr movie this man will sit back and wheeze laugh at those movies.

[zorosleftmantit101]

Straw-hat game night

Characters: all strawhats excpet jimbe cause I havent met him yet

C/W: crackpost, swearing, this is all a joke

Luffy insist the crew plays twister but usopp and chopper get salty saying he has an unfair advantage.

Zoro dose not give a single fuck and wants to sleep but luffy and sanji called him chicken and now hes convinced hes gonna sweep the floor in anything they play.

Chopper wants to play connect four cause he likes stacking all the playing pieces into little towers.

Robin would prefer to play some simple chess or checkers but she honestly does not mind.

Nami wants to play monopoly and get all the money, she will steal from overs.

Brook is spinning around in circles and singing he does not understand what any of the newer board games are but he does not care none the less

Franky just wants to beat everyone.

Usopp can't decide what he wants to play. Probably something funny like charades or headbands

Sanji opted out of picking games to make snacks.

They all end up playing monopoly because thats the only one they can all agree on

Its start off smooth Robin is making a silent attack by playing defence

Luffy eats one of the fucking pieces

Nami is stealing money while zoro isnt looking

Sanji keeps trying to give properties to nami and robin.

Zoro and usopp smack him over the head

Franky buys the trains stations

They night ends in a war, their a tables stacked around and they are all fighting to the death for the money

Brook is still spinning and singing

They all fall asleep after luffy decides to only way to end the fight is to just eat the entire boared and the money

Game-night was a.... success?

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

a/n: this is the first part of a multiple part series! we've got fluff, a little angst (will get worse as the chapters go on), a little locklyle on the side, mutual pining and all the good stuff! Also a happy end, that much I can promise :)

masterlist part II

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel  @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @the-high-lady-of-3am-crackposts @shampoocovers99 (if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me)

The house was quiet except for the chirping birds in the bushes right outside 35 Portland Row. It was unusual for you to be up this early, and even more unusual for everyone else to still be sleeping. But this morning, after forgetting to put down the blinds the evening prior, you got woken up by the sun and decided that this was a perfect opportunity to do something nice for your friends.

After you quietly put on some clothes and sneaked down the staircase, your first objective was getting fresh pastries from Arif's just down the street. The morning air was still the slightest bit chilly as you walked down the sidewalk, empty bag in hand. A tiny bell sounded as you opened the door to Arif's small bakery, and the delicious smell of freshly baked goods was almost overwhelming. You chatted briefly with the girl behind the counter, while she put your order of pastries and doughnuts into the bag you brought.

"Oh before I forget it, we got the Honey Pistachio Cupcakes back in the rotation," the blonde girl said, pointing over to the display. "I remember you asked for them a while back." You smiled at her. "That's fantastic! I'll get one of them, please."

She packed up the muffin and moved over to the register. "Are they your favourite?" Your cheeks grew warm and you bit your lip. "Something of the sort, yeah." The girl gave you a knowing smile as she handed the bag over the counter.

When you were back in Portland Row, you first opened the kitchen window to let in some of the fresh morning air and then started to set the table. Small particles of dust danced in the sunlight that came through the open window as you moved through the kitchen quietly.

Lockwood was the first to wake up and when he sauntered into the kitchen, you had just put down the last piece of cutlery. He looked around. "Wow, (name)! What's the occasion?" You shrugged. "Nothing particular. I just woke up early today." "Doesn't matter, that looks so good. I'm gonna wake up the other two." He left the kitchen and you heard him move up the stairs, much more energetically than he had moved down just a few minutes ago.

You took the kettle off the stove and poured four cups of tea. Each one of your friends liked their tea a little differently, but by now you knew exactly what to do. Just as you sat down the last cup over the respective plate, Lockwood came back into the kitchen, followed by Lucy and George. Lockwood seemed to burst with energy, while the other two were still a little sleepy. "That looks amazing," Lucy said, as she took a sip from her tea. George said nothing, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep again. Ever since the incident with the mirror, he had been more tired than usual, often sleeping in until lunch. His curls were a mess, and you had the urge to run your hands through them. You loved it when he looked like that.

You brought over the pastries you bought and sat them down in the middle of the table. "Here you go. They should be warm still." Lockwood and Lucy immediately grabbed a doughnut each, and you pulled out the cupcake the girl had packed up separately. You sat it down on George's plate and his head whipped up. "No way! Where did you get that?" His eyes sparkled with excitement and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter in your chest. "I just saw that they had it back on display again and thought you might like one," you said bashfully. "Of course I do! You're the best, (name)." You lowered your gaze to your plate so that he wouldn't see the way you were blushing.

You spent the rest of the meal in comfortable silence, the only sounds were those of knives on plates and cups getting sat down. "What's the plan for today?" Lucy asked, pushing her chair away from the table and leaning back. "I need to get some of our rapiers checked" Lockwood replied, glancing at his watch. "But that has time until the afternoon."

"I saw a sign when I walked to Arif's earlier. Some old rich lady died and they are selling her book collection. Do you maybe wanna go, George?" you asked, trying to sound casual while wringing your hands together under the table nervously. It was always nerve-wracking to ask George to spend time alone. You had not yet the courage to ask him out on an actual date, so you just hoped he could pick up the hints.

He smiled apologetically. "That sounds great (name), but I have to go to the archives this afternoon. Why don't you go with Lucy?"

You could feel yourself deflate slightly. Another rejection. Either he truly didn't understand what your intentions were, or he wanted to let you down gently. The latter was more likely, seeing how smart he was he had surely figured you out by now. "Sure. Maybe I will." You forced a smile. No need to let him know how you were feeling.

When the kitchen was clean again, you and Lucy made your way downstairs for a training session with Joe and Esmeralda. You started with some basic warm-up moves. "Do you still wanna go to the book sale later?" Lucy asked as she circled Esmeralda, rapier held high, ready to lunge forward. "If you want to. But if I'm honest, I think I'm not that interested anymore" you said, mirroring her movements on Joe. Lucy lowered her rapier and turned to you. "You know, I'm sure he'd love to go there with you. But he talked about needing to go to the archives for days now." You smiled tightly and watched Joe swing back and forth from the force of your hit, the anchoring in the ceiling creaking. "It's fine. No big deal."

This afternoon, you sat in the library, when the telephone in the hall rang. Before you could get up, someone else picked up. When you stepped out into the hallway, Lockwood, still in his coat, was holding the phone. He turned around, and you could tell from his expression that whoever was on the phone had great news.

"Yes, of course. We will be there tomorrow night."

Lockwood put down the phone, and he looked like he could barely contain his excitement.

"We have a new case. And it sounds like a good one."

thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

Part II

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Me when I first saw Law at Sabaody Archipelago: What a badass an edgelord

Me during and after Punk Hazard: What a badass WHAT A PRECIOUS BABY- I WOULD DIE FOR HIM

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Christmas Headcanon:

When the crew wants to celebrate the holidays with a Christmas tree but don’t have the funds or the place to do so since they are out on sea- They rely on Zoro.

They dress him up and put lights on him and a star on top of his head. It may be a hassle to chase him down but even Zoro is no match for a ton of christmas lights and tinsel.

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Top Hand-Holders

I am soooo tired so this is all I can think of right but if y’all have your own headcanons/thoughts about hand-holding and certain characters- feel free to reblog and add so I can see them too! : )

Top hand-holders in One Piece:

Brook: Brook’s hand holding skills is beyond satisfactory. He’s a skeleton so he can literally hold your hand forever without feeling the need to let go to give his hand a rest.

Robin: She will hold your hand during anything. Reading? Heck yeah. Walking and exploring? Double heck yeah. Doing something that requires her own two hands? Not a problem, she will just make a replica of her hand and give it to you. (The first time this happens must be awkward as hell). And she is the one that definitely plays with your fingers.

Luffy: Well definitely not the best but it is the thought that count (as he may break your hand out of excitement or something) it would be your hand that will hurt in the end because if he likes to hold hands... He will not let go of yours... Ever : )

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Random Halloween Headcanon:

Robin definitely dresses up as a witch (and somehow gets Nami to as well) and the two of them pretend to be in a coven to freak out the boys on the ship. Brook is in on it and acts like a butler to them.