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[whirlybirdwhat]

in the kingdom of desert flowers

a birthday fic for @onepiecehcs based off of their nami/vivi knight au!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! <33333!

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Nami meets her queen on a hot summer day in a kingdom not her own. The queen is in disguise of course, and Nami is dressed not as the knight she is but a commoner, but she still thinks Vivi is the most beautiful woman she’s ever met.

Because, who else could this woman be but Nefertari Vivi, Queen of the flowered desert of Alabasta?

Vivi smiles at her, hidden under a brown cloak that just barely shades her hair into something black instead of blue, and thanks her for paying for her drink. Nami smiles, says it’s no trouble at all even as her fellow knights in disguise gape at her (for she’s spending extra money) and introduces herself.

Nami, she says, truthful.

Wednesday, Vivi says, untruthful, but it’s fine.

Nami thinks she’s in love with the way she tilts her head anyway.

-

A conversation at the bar and Vivi is traveling with them. She’s Wednesday to them, Miss Wednesday to Sanji, and a love held deep in the heart for Nami. Vivi is still hiding, of course, and doesn’t tell them why she’s traveling with them beyond to get to the next town safely, but Nami knows the truth.

(There’s sand in her bag, spilling out and gleaming gold – living sand, sand from the Crocodile Man.)

She’s on the run, but not away from something – towards something, some chance at hope. Vivi loves her kingdom, or so Nami’s heard from the rumor mill spilling from Alabasta’s borders, so Nami knows she’s looking for something – some chance at victory.

Nami wants to be that chance – that guarantee. She wants her family, her little of band of knights to be it – to save a kingdom again, but not just any kingdom this time.

Vivi’s kingdom.

Selfishly, she admits, she really just wants to see Vivi smile so gracefully at her again.

(She’s not a pirate in this life, selfishness isn’t a code she gleefully lives by any more. But her King, Luffy, Emperor of the Rising Sun, has always had a thing about freedom, so Nami’s free to love as fully and as little as she wants.

And oh, does she love Vivi fully.)

-

There is a bounty hunter, three towns over, one that gets past Zoro’s swords and Usopp’s eyes and Franky’s shiny battle hull. He attacks Vivi with something explosive and Luffy’s knocked out to the left and Nami’s too late to lunge forward but—

But.

Vivi’s cowl whips off her head, showing a gleaming blue to the world, as she dashes forward underneath the hunter’s arm, her arm lashing out with precision. From her fingers peacock wings stretch out in deadly blades, cutting around the man’s stomach.

He’s down by the time Vivi spins him around, uncurling her whip from his waist.

Oh, Nami thinks.

The Queen of Alabasta has never surrendered, or so the rumors say.

Vivi smiles at her, and places a hand on the circlet over her head, a remnant of a rule she supposedly doesn’t have. “Oops.”

The squares empty, cleared out when the first bomb flung forward, so no one’s here to see Vivi in all her glory, save for the Straw Hat band of wandering knights (and one King.)

She’s beautiful like this, bold and brave and daring, so Nami just laughs so happily at her sudden bashfulness.

“That’s okay, my Queen,” She says, tempted to wink but it’s too soon. “We all knew anyway.”

The smile Vivi gives her back, trusting and bright, is more than Nami will ever need to be happy.

-

Vivi, identity out in the open, smiles more freely now, more happily. She laughs at the antics of Nami’s crewmates, and leans into Nami’s armored shoulder in the night. Vivi’s dressed in the drabbest clothing she can find, save for the circlet around her head, but she wears everything like it’s the finest silk.

She’s beautiful, when she’s free and not worried about her sand-swallowed country when she’s dancing around a campfire.

Nami wishes it could be like this forever.

But the Straw Hats do not hesitate or falter in their steps. They agreed to save Alabasta, and so to Alabasta they travel.

They have been to the West before. Nami hopes they like it.

-

She explains to Vivi who the Straw Hats are, past rumors and legends of tyrant defeating myths. She explains how Luffy is the King of the Kingdom of the East Sea, how he’s going to be the King of the Entire Sea (The Pirate King) one day, simply so he can travel anywhere he wants, so he can be free in the freest sense. She explains how she and the others are his loyal knights, his advisors, his treasure, and how she would give her life to him if he asked it.

(She does not mention how Vivi has that same power over her.)

She tells Vivi of how they found the stairway to the sky, how they have friends in the Darkest Depths of the ocean; how Nami knows three other princesses but none as beautiful as Vivi and how their home when they are not on the road, on an adventure, is a floating palace of the sea.

(The Thousand Sunny, home to souls as bright as the sun, the zenith of the East Sea.)

Vivi laughs when tells her how they convinced Franky to don his shining metal armor, how Zoro, the first knight of Luffy’s kingdom, is lost anywhere, how they once met a man who could make centaurs out of ordinary folk.  Vivi opens her mouth in awe when Nami tells her how they took Robin back from the very kingdom they are seeking to take, declared war with only a crew of six; how they have taken back kingdoms and defeated warlords and tyrants and emperors, all for a friend.

Vivi cries when Nami tells her they will do the same for her.

(She cries when Nami tells her they will take her with them if she wants.)

(Vivi’s selfless but Nami’s selfish, and maybe that’s why she doesn’t beg her to stay anyway.)

-

A week before Alabasta, Nami takes Vivi to the secret cove where she has been once before. It’s a five-minute walk from where their party rests on the beach, but enough to give them some semblance of privacy.

Nami kisses her, there, head tilted gently to the side. It is not chaste but nor it is desperate – if Nami was the romantic sort (which she is, despite her protests) she would called it devoted.

Funny, how much she loves this girl.

Her eyes are closed when they kiss but when she opens them, Vivi is looking at her with love.

They kiss again and Nami doesn’t tell her how much she loves her, but she thinks Vivi knows it anyway.

(They hold hands on the way back to the group in the morning, and Nami thinks by the smile on her crew’s faces they know it too.)

-

The edge of Alabasta is sparse desert mixed with small plants. An hour in, it will be desert entirely, so they stop for the day, to start traveling at night, when it is a cool paradise amidst the desert heat. Vivi knows the land like she knows her people, and will guide them through safely.

They send letters out at the outpost, to Luffy’s brother who is running the kingdom in his absence and to the other which they may meet in Alabasta. They send letters to Cocoyashi, with pictures of a beautiful blue haired princess, and to the traveling places of the Baratie and Water 7.

The Straw Hats travel without thought of the past but they are figureheads of the kingdom. They do not forget those left behind.

(Nami shows Vivi the letters she writes Nojiko, hoping she’ll know that the letters she will send her love will be twice as long.)

-

Alabasta is hot and beautiful and dangerous all at once. The Kingdom of the Desert Flowers, Kingdom of the Swallowing Dunes, Kingdom of Blooming Sands – no epithet could describe Alabasta in its entirety, how one could take a step forward and be drowned in sand without ever knowing, or be bit by a red snake hiding in the desert blossoms.

The heat burns her armor during the day and the coolness sinks through it at night. They stop in a town and Vivi shows her the armors of her own country, light weight and breathable and not meant for avoiding sturdy attacks or blocking blades like Nami’s armor is.

She likes it, likes the blue clothes that come with it, and vows to become faster, faster than she has ever been before, to use this armor to its fullest so she won’t drown in desert heat. For now, she and her crew dress in Alabastian fabrics, and hope it will be enough. Their armor is attached to the caravan they bring along, ready to face battle once they reach the palace.

Vivi laughs as Nami twirls in the silks and offers her hand in dance.  She sings along to market songs, Vivi stumbling in her words after her, but it doesn’t matter. Its happy, this desert song, more so when Nami overhears that this particular dance is for newlyweds.

They travel onward, keeping to Alabasta’s sole river, and celebrate in the night.

-

In the middle of the desert is a city which rain has not blessed for three years.  In that city lies a warlord, a man made of drifting sand, who has stolen the life from Alabasta, forcing its flowers to shrivel and die.  In the city are a thousand people and a bomb, a secret rune that no one else will ever see.

In this city is a war for the people, and now, its victors in gleaming familiar armor.

Aluburna is Vivi’s home and now, her battleground.

Nami does not see her king disappear to take down a man without solid form, or the rest of her crew disappearing to fight their own battles.

Her eyes are on Vivi and the way she screams for her people to stop, for just one moment, for forever, and Nami’s heart hurts.

It is then, dressed in fabric and gleaming gold, that Nami thunders.

She has torn down gods and tyrants before. She will harness that power and burn the universe for this woman.

Nami wields lightning and devotion like a sword and cuts the spirit of war in half.

The soldiers and rebels grow quiet, the leaders of the enemy forces gaping in awe at this tempest knight, and rain – glorious rain- falls down on desert flowers for the first time in years.

Vivi’s face as cool water splashes against it is beautiful. Nami can’t tell if its only rain, or tears as well, but Vivi is happy for the storm Nami wrought upon her kingdom, and –

Well.

Nami loves her.

(A kingdom is saved that day, and a tyrant bleeds into sand as the sun sinks below the horizon. There are sacrifices, losses, but Nami holds Vivi in her arms as they stare out over a sea of sand and kisses her so softly that only the song of victoryrings into the night.

Alabasta blooms once more.

And like Nami’s love, it’s as gorgeous as the sun.)

-

Vivi waves them off with an X carved into her wrist in black, a promise and a declaration that she is treasured by this King’s Crew, and they wave back, ink on their own wrists.

There are tears in everyone’s eyes, and Zoro suggests they kidnap Vivi.

Everybody wants to – they know Vivi wants to as well.

They all know why they can’t.

(Vivi’s heart belongs to three things, and three things alone. Her country, her family, and her love.

Nami knows Vivi will always be hers no matter where they are, but the desert of Alabasta and its people knows no such mercy.

Vivi must stay. But -)

“Hey Captain?” Nami asks, rubbing a hand on her wrist and her promise. “What do you say to a visit?”

By the answering grin on Luffy’s face, Nami knows she will hold her love again soon.

-

The Straw Hats sneak into the city at the dead of night, for no other reason than it is fun too, but Nami is the only one to reach the castle.

She’s silent in the night despite her armor. People do not call her Thief for no reason after all. And now she has a heart to steal.

Dressed in Alabastian armor again, she won’t fail.

She climbs the tower, creeping over vines and flowers that crawl up sandy walls. Alabasta is a miracle in earthen tones, and if Nami did not like the way the wind blew so much, she thinks she would stay.

Soon, she reaches the top, where Vivi lies.

Nami taps on the window.

(A surprise, she hopes.)

It only takes one tap before Vivi is looking at her, smiling, leaning out to place a kiss on her cheek.

She’s speechless as Vivi laughs so prettily.

“I saw you coming, love. I know your habits.”

And, well, who is Nami to argue that?

Vivi jumps out the window next to her, already clad in traveling clothes still fit for a princess, and laughs again at Nami’s face. Another kiss graces her, before Vivi begins to steal away from her own kingdom.

“Let’s go!”

And really – what can Nami do but agree with her?

-

They end up in a valley of flowers between desert cliffs, blooming in colors of red and orange and white, pink dotting the hillsides, as pretty as a sunset over the sea. They walk besides each other, Vivi on her horse, Carue, and Nami, armored, walking through delicate thorns.

Every step is a little more peaceful. Every step Nami reveres this queen. Ever step Vivi looks at this knight, her knight, and feels something warm and bright fill her heart.

Wednesday, Vivi had introduced herself to Nami, and Nami had fallen in love.

Vivi! Nami had cried as she brought the storm to Vivi’s desert, and Vivi had known, then more than ever, that she loved her.

There are stolen moments like this, when they walk amongst the flowers, and Nami is so very good at stealing things despite her title of honorable knight.

Nami steals this time with Vivi so often it feels like they never part.

(A permanent place on her wrist and in her heart, a love no god could ever break apart.)

The sunlight, warm and gentle, graces Vivi’s cheeks as Nami helps her from Carue, calloused hands fitting in place with calloused hands.

Flowers spread by Vivi’s feet, so beautiful, but there’s time to look at them later. For now, the freckles on Nami’s cheek brighten with her smile, the flow of her hair cascading down her back, and –

Vivi has seen portraits and queens and princesses across the world.

None compare to Nami’s glow.

A hand, ungloved and unarmored, caresses Vivi’s cheek then, as a pink, thornless rose is place behind her ear.

“I love you,” Nami says, and kisses her with her hands cupped around Vivi’s face.

I love you, says the feel of her lips, I love you, says the x on her rest, I love you, says the way Nami’s head rests on Vivi’s circlet when they pause for breath, I love you, Nami says with her entire being.

“I love you,” Vivi says back, not like a queen but like the woman Nami fell in love with, and hopes the burning passion in her heart gets across.

By the way they both fall into the flowers, petals exploding around them as Nami’s armor carefully avoids bruising her, Vivi thinks it does.

(I love you, a queen says to the knight of a foreign country, and it would be a tragedy if it was any one but them.)

[sanji-piss-hell1]

Law is the dm 

luffy- dragonborn barbarian chaotic neutral 

zoro- half-orc fighter chaotic neutral 

 nami- tabaxi(?) rogue chaotic neutral 

 usopp- woodelf druid/ranger multiclass lawful neutral 

 sanji- tiefling wizard neutral good (plays as big tiddy female) 

 chopper- alchemist gnome neutral good 

 robin-  kenku warlock

 franky- ??? 

 brook-  dwarf bard 

- Luffy is known as the npc killer as hes killed so many fucking npcs that law has had legit breakdowns over it. he also gets killed alot because law has made all his npcs god-like and luffy doesn't give a fuck he still tries to punt them

-  luffy: this is my character naruto!!! law: no luffy he got executed remember? luffy: oh yeah. this is my character boruto!!!

- law, after introducing his edgy self insert rogue npc: so, what will you do. luffy: hmmmm. this guy kind of reminds me of you law! law: ......i have no idea what you're talking about. luffy: cool. anyway i roll to strangle him!

- Zoro doesn't even play a character he's just himself, hes still a swordsman 

- Nami purposefully makes herself royalty so she starts out with a whole bunch of fucking money. 

-brook plays as a dwarf so he can know what it's like to be short for once

- sanji has a plethora of girl characters already made (he only plays as girls) and all of them have unrealistically huge tits and are lesbians. 

- sanji: this is my character ebony dark'ness dementia raven way, she is a high elf former assassin rogue who is running from her former kingdom and trying to find the meaning of love. 

  zoro: why are her titties so huge

- jinbe would be a triton monk and hed either be super into it or have no idea what hes doing

- law invited Eustass once and killed his character within five minutes and told him to never come back

- vivi is a guest that comes in every once in awhile and her and nami are gay in game

- the plot is that theres a war of some sorts so sanji robin nami vivi (when she plays) and usopp are all on one side while luffy zoro brook chopper and franky are on the other.

welcome to dnd, get feral. 

[oneofmanyselves]

that dating luffy headcanon was so cute!! Could I request something similar with zoro or perhaps nami?

Of course you can!!

I'll do Zoro and Nami if that's ok:))

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- Ok first up is Swordy Boy™:

- Naps ALLL the time EVERRRYYWHERE. You rarely cuddle, but he won't stop you if you put your head on his shoulder, he may grumble or grunt, but deep down he loves it. - Odds are, you're strong, otherwise he wouldn't have taken interest in you. But you wouldn't necessarily have to be physically strong. While physical strength is something he would take an interest in quickly, he would eventually notice someone who is, if not physically, mentally strong. He would respect and admire that.

- Zoro certainly wouldn’t want someone weak, as they would slow him down and distract him in a battle. But if you can’t fight well, he would fix that.

- Remember that he is a tsundere, he won’t be into PDA, though wouldn’t object to the occasional hand-hold. 

- When you first start dating, holding his hand- especially in public- will cause him to look skeptically down at your intertwined hands. Eventually he will learn to accept it, though with the occasional blush and classic look-away. 

- When he’s comforting you he’s somehow even more awkward. He’s a blunt kind of guy, but he still won’t want to upset you, so he comes off as a bit dodgy and awkward.

- While he isn’t an overly affectionate person, he does love hugs from you. He won’t usually start them, but he gives back the hugs you give him x10.

- Overall, he is a caring, blunt boyfriend trying the best he can to prove just how much he loves you:)

- Now for my main girl NAMI

- She will treat you like a princess/prince/nonbinary royalty

- She hates spending money but when it comes to you she’d buy the WORLD

- She is forever loyal to you and will go to the ends of the earth to fight for you. Her loyalty extends not only to fighting, but other people as well. She makes sure everyone knows she’s yours, and she won’t even slightly entertain someone trying to flirt with her (that includes you Sanji). 

- She’s also constantly making sure you’re comfortable

“did you eat enough today?”

“Here! I brough a blanket we can share.”

“Are the boys bothering you?”

- That last one she asks quite a bit.

- Sanji and you are the best of friends and arch rivals.

- On one hand, you guys could form the “Nami Protection Squad” (NPS for short).

- But on the other hand, you and Sanji are constantly competing for Nami’s attention.

- Of course, Nami always gives you the attention, it’s not even a competition.

- But, sometimes you do get jealous. Not of Sanji, of course, but of all the other people who give Nami looks. You know that Nami could have whoever she wanted, but you have to remember she picked you for a reason. And she’s good at reminding you; she craves affection and loves PDA. 

- Whether she’s in public or in private, her hands will either be at her sides, or on yours. Sometimes she’s feeling more affectionate then others, and she’s suddenly be super clingy. Other times she’s more reserved. 

- Overall, Nami will be a caring and loyal girlfriend. She will treat you like you’re her whole world (and you are), and you’ll never feel lonely with her around.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sorry this took so long! I was waiting for inspiration to strike with me

I hope you guys like it, just remember that this is purely my interpretation of the characters, so if you disagree I’m sorry.

[sparrowwritesforop]

Hello dear 😊 I would like to request to you a scenario about a specific situation. It is "coming home after an exhausting and hard work day (a lot of meetings, den den mushi to make, managing the business, ...). In the end, you just want to see your lover with a good embrace or cuddle time". Coule you write it for Doflamingo (again, I know 😅), please ? Thank you so much !

Yes hahaha. I love writing for this crazy mass of man! 🦩🦩🦩🦩❤

Doffy with an exhausted reader

Being a part of the family has it´s benefits.

On the one hand you are a respected member of society, no one would ever dare to bad mouth you or lay a finger on you.

The Family and especially Doffy would make sure to harm anybody who even remotely thought about hurting you in any way.

On the other hand, it was a big responsebility.

You worked for Doffy before you became a member of the Donquixote Family (or Doflamingos Lover).

Over time he started to trust you more and more, the trust started to turn admiration and admiration turned to love.

Who would´ve thought that the Donquixote Doflamingo, a big shot under Pirates, would fall for a person. 

Even if he appeared cold to the people that saw beneath his ever smiling facade, he cared so much about the Family members and also you. More than about himself.

He would trust each of you with his life, and the company.

After the trust between the two of you was built, he assigned you a new position to the Donquixote Company.

You acknowledged that he was Joker and had a second...not so legal business, but you refused to be a part of it.

He was surprisingly calm about that and just assigned you a new position within the legal part of the company.

But like mentioned, this has it´s bad side.

Your position takes a lot of energy. There are many important decisions you have to make everyday, you even have a team working under you.

Members of the Donquixote only get the leading positions after all.

It can be quite tiring to be honest, but you love your job nevertheless.

Today was an especially exhausting day, the end of a Year always was.

A lot to wrap up, many work contracts that are on the brink of expiring, people are generally trying to get on your good side to keep working there, but it was more than exhausting, since you just couldn´t get a calm minute to finish your damn work.

Going back to the palace is always calming.

The Carriage drawn by puppet-camels swayed soothingly, making you tired instantly.

You lay back and enjoy the tranquility.

Don´t get me wrong...you loved your Job and you loved the family, but both were always so...loud. The latter always vivid to say the least.

The only thing you needed right now was the company of your lover.

Being held by him would be the perfect way to get some rest.

The carriage passed the palace gates to quickly for your taste today, deeming your little bit of piece as over.

Sighing you got up and took the hand of a soldier waiting to accompany you to the impressive front door of the mansion.

It was surprisingly quite when you entered the foyer of the palace, but as soon as you wanted to feel happy, you heard the noises.

Yep....always the same. Trebol and Diamante were fighting somewhere again, you could hear Baby 5 swooning over a new suitor somewhere and Buffallo trying to intervene.

It was the same...not that you complained. It was loud and annyoing on other days, but it felt more homely this way.

Making your way upstairs to the bedroom you and Doffy shared the noises ebbed down.

You couldn´t wait to see him again, but where would he be? Did he return from his meeting with the other Shichibukai already?

You really hoped so.

Your train of thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door and where greeted by the sight of your lover.

He layed on your huge bed (a little to huge for your taste, but Doflamingo probably wouldn´t fit on a normal bed), his glasses on the bedside table and his left forearm over his eyes.

The white shirt was almost open completely, giving you a nice view over his chest, stomach and V-Shape.

This was really what you needed right now.

Letting your bag fall to the floor, you kicked off your shoes and crawled into bed next to him.

He lifted his arm to look at you, rolling over and taking you in his arms.

His smell was soothing you, as you wound your arms around his muscular back, sighing against his chest.

“Rough day? Fu Fu Fu.”

You just groaned against his warm chest, while he tenderly caressed your hair.

Propping yourself up on one arm, resting your chin on your palm you looked at him.

It still seemed crazy to you that he allowed you to see him so vulnerable without his glasses. He doesn´t even show his eyes to the family very often, only when there is no other way.

People at work were always asking you what his eyes looked like, because you were the most approchable out of the family apparently.

Not hard to guess, you thought. He has the same golden-brown eyes Corazon had, just a little sharper.

“Did the meeting go well?”, you used your other hand to caress his cheek, feeling his sharp jaw clench underneath your fingers.

“No, a bunch of Idiots. All of them. They don´t see the importance of changing the system. As if the celestial dragons could ever do something for the world!”

The old topic, he aspired to see every single one of the celestial dragons fall, wanted them to pay for letting his parents, brother and him rotting down here, almost being slaughtered by the villagers.

It weirded you out at first, almost scared you to see him talk so casually about slaughtering a group of people, but you got it.

Everyone the encountered a celestial dragon, the so called gods, the elite would understand this passionate desire for revenge.

“Doffy...I´m sure there is a way. We will find a way to stop them. They need to stop harming the innocent”

“First of all they need to pay for harming us !”

“There is more than us....more people that need to be protected.”

“Fu Fu Fu, not for me my love”

He rolled on his back, pulling you on his chest.

“The celestial dragons will pay for what they did and you and me....we will be the ones that make the rules”

Propping yourself up on your forearms, you lifted slightly to look at him dissaporovingly.

“Doffy...don´t do that please”

“Fu Fu Fu...do what?”

“Talking about a genocide like it´s the most normal thing in the world...I hate them too, but can´t we just worry about that later?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating under your torso.

“Fu Fu Fu...you missed me too much, right?”

You teasingly traced his browbone with your tumb.

“I don´t see what would be wrong with that”

“Fu Fu Fu..neither do I, you´re always free to show me how much, dear”

Your squeal was restrained by his chest, as he rolled on top of you, his eyes sparkling dangerous.

You entered the bedroom danger zone...and you wouldn´t escape so easy...not that you wanted. You would enjoy this afternoon for sure.

I hope this is what you imagined. really like writing that.

The asks are always open if you, or somebody else who reads this wants to request something :)

[legendaryjarcollection]

Tagged by @connorswhisk! thank u bestie

Why did you choose your url?

Bc of my glass jar and bottle collection.

Any side blogs?

@jars-artcollection and @onepiecehcs

How long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2017 I think??? I got here around the porn ban

Do you have a queue tag? No I never bothered to figure it out so I dont use it

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Im not answering that

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Furry blue man funny

Why did you choose your header?

Purple wine god hot

What's your post with the most notes?

The one thats like "an art post on here will have 300 notes whereof 30 are reblogs and 7 godsent ppl have left tags" or something like that I dont remember. I deleted it around the 1 000 note mark but last I saw it it had around 100k

How many mutuals do you have?

About 10-15?? I dont talk to everyone so I dont really know

How many followers do you have?

388 on main, 1 194 on artcollection, and 1 744 on onepiecehcs

How many people do you follow?

300.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

This is tumblr what do you think

How many times do you use tumblr a day?

Im not telling you that

Have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog?

No really, I dont count anon hate

How do you feel about need-to-reblog posts?

Nah

Do you like tag games?

Yeah!!!

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

First off thats an insult. @/nibeul and @/fagcrisis <3

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No.

Tagging @kuldrenett @slydiddledeedee @ruskaina @shrinewreck @fagcrisis @darth-moobies and @crispyjenkins

[slydiddledeedee]

reunited at last

birthday gift for @onepiecehcs!  Happy birthday Anna!

[mydetheturk]

I wrote a short little one shot of bearded vulture!phoenix Marco, inspired by this delightful nonsense from @onepiecehcs

Enjoy like, 500 words of Marco scaring the hell out of the Spades.

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Ace knew the Whitebeard Pirates were weird. He and the Spades had only been sailing around, not bothering them, for a little while, and yet Ace could tell. Weirdoes. The lot of them.

This though. This was the horror icing on the weird cake.

“Hey, Ace.”

“Yeah, Deuce?”

“What the hell is that?” Deuce gestured at the horrifically large bone – femur? Didn’t have the right shape – that was currently partially imbedded into the deck of the Spadille.

“Looks like a femur,” Ace said, crouching down to inspect it, “but the shape is wrong? What the hell?”

It was cracked in ways Ace hadn’t really seen before. Yeah, sure, he and Luffy had spent years in the jungle outside Foosha but this was new. What could have caused the bone to fall out of the sky like that? It looked fresh enough to be a recent kill, but this was the Grand Line. It was the New World. Whatever made a bone that big could have died ages ago, and whatever dragged that bone up high enough that it was a shock when it landed – seriously, the Spadille wasn’t designed for bone dropping, Ace would have to apologize to her later – could still be around.

Ace and Deuce reached that conclusion at the same time a large shadow crossed the deck. Everyone squawked, ducking down and away from the bone. A huge bird-shaped thing alighted on the bone.

The bird was purple-ish and on fire. There was a mark on the bird’s chest that looked suspiciously like the Whitebeard’s Jolly Roger, and Ace didn’t want to touch the idea that there was a literal firebird on Whitebeard’s crew that might eat bone. Nope. Not touching that thought with a ten-meter pole.

There were a few tense moments as the probably-a-bird inspected the bone.

Then the bird spoke. “Sorry about dropping this on your deck, yoi.” It looked straight at Ace.

Ace and Deuce shared a look. “Uh. It’s… not a problem?” Ace offered.

The bird shifted. Aw hell, it was a Zoan.

That was Marco the Phoenix.

His legs were still capped in claws, talons clenched around the bone.

The part of Ace that had spent most of his life in a forest where anything could – and tried to, at least once – eat him made a comment on the fact those talons would make perfect daggers. They were easily a full fifteen centimeters across, and that wasn’t taking the curve into effect.

“You’re welcome to come say hello, you know,” Marco the Phoenix said.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m pretty sure Pops enjoys you trying to kill him.”

“Right.”

“It’s very entertaining for the rest of us as well.”

“That’s… good to know?”

Marco hummed. “I’ll take this off your hands then,” he said, gesturing at the bone and shifting his arms into wings at the same time. “Catch you later, kid!” He took wing, a powerful gust of air hitting the deck forcing the Spades to close their eyes and hold on tight.

A second later it was over.

“Ace?”

“Yeah Deuce?”

“What the hell was that?”

Ace shrugged.

“Whitebeard pirates are weird, Deuce.” 

[legitimateluffy]

hi :3 i recently went back on tumblr and came across your blog as i was looking for one piece blogs to follow! would you have other fav OP tumblrs?

oh hello! welcome back to tumblr! these are some wonderful blogs run by some wonderful people that post a lot of OP content!

@ruskaina ​, @demonzoro , @ii-luffy-ii, @kaizokuou-ni-naru, @lesbianjinbe​, @dragonkov​, @shishiswordsman​, @s0bamask​, @zoro-the-zealous​, @opbackgrounds​, @acellllop​, @rocketspurs​, @sableu​, @missgoldnweek​, @smarties-art​, @aggressive-2na​, @dailyzolu​, @xo-romiiarts​, @xmiyuv, @rickypozzi, @teazingsassy, @o0kawaii0o, @watermelon-chan, @2sanji, @namizaela, @onepiecehcs, @kiwi-peep, @skypiea, @luffylicious, @sabocho, @elekilokal, @elliemehl, @arsmentae

[asknicorobean]

🌳 Zoro? Or would they be too closely related, both being plants and all? Photosynthesising together!

🌳 Character sleeping under a tree

Pffft thank you, this made me smile!! :D

Also, i was inspired by @onepiecehcs and their take on this! Can be found there

Soo this is kinda continuation of their post? Mayyybe? Or was it all Sanji's imagination?? :DD

[doctorgerth]

I'm a bit new to the fandom, do you have some imagine blogs you might recommend? :) the MORE the merrier, thank you!

*cracks knuckles* oh honey I have plentyyyy for you

instead of going into detail about everyone (bc I luv all these wonderful peeps) I’m just gonna compile one big list! if I forget someone, somebody PLEASE comment their name! I’m also going to include SFW and NS.FW blogs just in case!

(In no particular order of course)

@laws-hat-headcanons

@madlymiho

@one-piece-dumpster-fire

@thesecondcircleofkel

@misc-headcanons

@let-sanji-say-fuck

@alice1290

@doflomingos-glasses

@all-blue-headcanons

@onepiece-sinning-forest

@varia-venus

@laws-yellow-submarine

@firefistlaw

@crapitskizaru

@blenheims

@vizkopa

@thefreedomisouronlyrule-op

@daysscenarios

@onepiecereacts

@onepieceimaginationdomination

@ourotakuparadise

@roronoa-imagines

@trashkingdoflamingo

@opxscenarios

@onepiece-scenario

@op-peccatori

@corazonstealer

@loves-fruit

@atinychai

@op-jessie

@lisavinsmoke

@blkwritter

@imagines-of-one-piece

@star-imagines

@op-imaginez

@op-headcannon-trash

@luccislegs

@onepiecehcs

@0nepiece-imagines

@onepiecereactions

@multi-wild-imagines

@venividiwindex

@sparrowismypatronus

@supernova-hcs-art

@paladin-of-hearts

@thejoystickofaswitch

Now, some of these blogs no longer post but they still have awesome content you should check out! I’ve just about reached my limit on mentions so 😅

I have a good list of other awesome OP content blogs with stuff like art, incorrect quotes, shitposting, etc! If you want a list for those feel free to ask 🤙🏻

Hope this is enough to fulfill your OP needs, welcome to the fandom! 🌈

[whirlybirdwhat]

Daughter of the Sea, Daughter of the Storm (Pt. 2)

Gay viking pirate lady gets married to another pirate lady, read all about it, they are very in love.

Inspired by @onepiecehcs viking nami au and special thanks to @captainsupernoodle for inspiring me to write about sword proposals!!!

Enjoy!

Ao3 For Better Quality!

--

Vivi first saw her love on the sea, drenched and beautiful and axe-wielding.

She last saw her love holding her hand above her head like a declaration of love, like a defiance to the world, you cannot take me away from you.

She last kissed her love when the necklace she now fingers was draped around her neck like warmth and fire and love, and she last talked to her love two hours ago, when Nami called to say that the Thousand Sunny had entered Alabastian waters.

Vivi currently awaits to be kidnapped. She’s in a prime spot for it, on her throne, bags packed beside her and jewelry layered about her. Her hairs in a braid that Nami taught her, pattern familiar even after all these years, and a gift awaits in her hands for the Pirate King.

Kohza has been placed as next in line for succession, and the newest law Queen Vivi passed yesterday (In case of kidnapping by the Pirate King, the next in line shall immediately be placed as acting ruler, law effective for one year but all changes to succession permanent) without her council knowing is ready to be put into use.

All that is left, is a warrior to sweep her off her feet.

The door slams open – her guards jump to attention, but a look from the Pirate King (Conqueror’s Haki) silences any action.

Instead, her love walks through the door.

Her hair is braided more intricately than any wanted poster could reveal, and kept together with beads and stones and gold and diamond. Its longer than Vivi remembers, but still catches like fire in the desert light. Her shoulders are bare now, style changed, and revealing a long sleeve of tattoos – Vivi see’s clearly her first one on her shoulder, the X she holds near (resting just above a familiar bracelet), and the start of the straw hatted jolly Roger that Vivi’s sure is draped across her back, but she doesn’t know the stories behind the others and cannot wait to find out. Nami’s still wearing axes around her hip and on her back – now folding in with a cape of blue and gold and her skirts are hitched up to the brown belt around her waist, revealing loose pants and boots fit for sturdy warriors.

But her face – oh her face! How she missed that smile, those eyes, the familiar dusting of freckles and the soft quirk of the eyebrow. The laugh lines, from joyous celebration (She’s the navigator of the Pirate King) and the scar running from her left brow to left ear (now pierced and decorated) are new, but she’s still Nami.

“NAMI!” She calls, and stands from her chair, rushing to her.

Nami smiles and laughs shouting “VIVI!” in return, and sweeps her off her feet, strong and relentless in her love. “You aren’t supposed to run to your kidnapper!”

“You knew I would – I’ve always loved pirates and adventure, haven’t I?”

Nami only laughs again and kisses her senseless, picking her up and bringing her to her crew, her family.

The newspapers will talk about her kidnapping and Marine ships will be after the Pirate King’s ships for days, but Vivi will be smiling as she dresses in pirate garb and flees to the sea at last – her lover’s arms around her.

(She can’t wait to show her what she learned with the spear.)

--

Three months later and Vivi stands bundled in furs on the cliffs of Cocoyashi, nose red and hands clasped together. It’s the summer months, but it’s so much colder than the desert nights of Alabasta ever were, especially without her love wrapped around her.

Her love is instead covered in dirt and dust, tirelessly shoveling rock and soil out of the way as she digs into the ground. Her skirts a pulled up to reveal thick pants and her boots slosh in the mud with every step. Her hair – intricately braided and weaved with gold by Vivi this morning – is falling out and messily shaded about her face. The sky is of the mid-morning sun, dim, but catching the height of Nami’s cheek bones and the frame of her face, the dusting of frackles spilling across her cheeks and onto her body. Her hands do not tremble against the cold where they grip the shovel, so used to instead gripping the axe that lay nears Vivi’s feet.

Her love is dirty as she digs into her adopted mother’s tomb, her burial of treasures that she couldn’t bring with her beyond, and Vivi cannot help but be touched that her love does this all for her. For Vivi.

It has been an hour now, and Vivi almost can’t feel her toes. But the sun is shining, and her love is climbing out the trench she created, beautifully carved sword in hand.

According to legends of Cocoyashi, before warriors can be sworn to another they must first be sworn by the blade. By exchanging swords, they promise to protect one another and fight for one another, to keep each other by their side till their dying breath and then on till eternity.

Nami has no sword, but Bell-mere does, one promised to Nami or Nojiko on their wedding day – whoever married first.

Nami has won that race, and so it is Nami who digs into Bell-mere’s burial hill, where her body is not laid but her mortal belongings are, and retrieves the sword.

(Wolfsong, is this swords name, for power and the call for family. Nami tells Vivi of Bell-mere having the sword forged when she was three, a promise that Bell-mere’s love for them would always protect.)

She climbs out of the pit, sword in hand, and Vivi can only stare at her love as she goes to her knee and presents the sword – iron and metal strength with woven patterns promising a future protected. On its hilt rests a single golden ring with a small blue stone atop it.

Vivi does not speak despite the tears rolling down her cheeks (She is so very happy-) but reaches for the ring, sliding it on her finger, and then for the sword. When it is in her hand, she reaches to her own waist.

All the while, Nami kneels still in the cold, her breath breathing out plumes of white as she stands without her furs and dirtied. Her hands are still splayed out but she’s looking up at Vivi with adoration in her eyes and love in her smile.

(She has never looked more beautiful.)

Vivi draws the sword from her waist, golden and slender looking compared to Nami’s larger Viking gift, but it is no less deadly.

(Sunviper, is this swords name, for the thousand sun reign of Alabasta and the striking bite of the blade. Vivi whispers to Nami about how it was forged by her father’s orders, for that his daughter might rule for a thousand more suns with the deadliness of a thousand serpents.

They both laugh, because the former King Cobra could have never seen his daughter becoming a pirate.)

Vivi places this sword in Nami’s hand, and then a ring atop it. Nami stands, sword held carefully in her hands, and slips the ring on while holding the sword.

They stare at each other then, something silent and holy passing between them, like a vow or promise.

There’s water dripping down her chin now and Nami’s eyes are wet too, and suddenly that inescapable, beautiful moment is over and they fling themselves at each other because now –

Now they are promised by rings and swords and hearts, now they are betrothed by their own hands, now they are bound and when they get to the open seas of the Grand Line –

Nami will not only be her queen but her wife.

--

Nami was born in the depths of winter on the coldest mountain top, but she is married at the height of summer in the midst of the most dangerous waters of the world.  The sun is shining and she is smiling, happiness having found a home in her chest and never leaving ever since she saw her beloved (her Queen) again.

In the midst of summer she is married atop of the Thousand Sunny held high on Laboon’s head so that all her guest may see as joyful music plays through the air. There are eleven thousand guests from a thousand places, all invited by her and Vivi’s hands. The Moby Dick carries half of them, private ships and the Straw Hat Fleet now numbering 10,000 strong carrying the rest.

In the crowd, Nami could spot Dressrossa and Fishman Island and Zou, a marine entourage and two emperors, Revolutionaries, billion berry men and women and a thousand riches. On the ship she could see her beloved crew and the people of her village, her sister and friends, Alabasta’s new king and her captain standing beside her.

But she doesn’t, because she has eyes only for one – Vivi.

She’s dressed in white and gold, silver decorating her limbs and hair. Her flowing sleeves are split to reveal golden arms, and her hair is braided in a fashion Nami knows she taught her. A smile, radiant like the Alabastian sun, shines at her. There are sunspots across her cheeks and a twinkle in her eye, the start of a tattoo running down her shoulder and the necklace Nami gave her around her neck and gods – Nami has never felt more flustered than in this moment.

She herself is nothing fancy – blue cloths and layered necklaces, bracelets around her waist with her log pose and her sword and axe by her side. Her hair is as intricate as Vivi’s, done up by her sister and braided in gold and iron compared to Vivi’s silver.

Nami feels amazing and in love, and she’s getting married at the height of summer to the Queen of Alabasta as the Pirate King’s Navigator.

She’s freer than she has ever been before.

-

The crowd grows quiet as the Pirate King lifts his hands. As captain, he’s preceding over the wedding.

It’s simple, the way all the Straw hats are simple.

“Nami,” He states her name, not giving any fanfare – the people are here for her, why do they need a reminder of who she is? “State your vows.”

Storm Summoner Nami takes a shuddering, happy breath than speaks. “Vivi. I have loved you since before I met you, I think. And then you shouted for us in Alabasta, you shouted for the fighting to stop, and that is when I knew I loved you. And every day after that, I have fallen in love again. I am a warrior… I cannot make the fighting stop – but I promise to fight for you, to guide, you to love you – and that is all I can possibly give beyond all the riches in the world. I love you, my queen. Marry me?”

Luffy’s grinning wildly next to her ear, blessedly silent for once, but Vivi’s face is bright red as she begins her own vows without prompting. “Nami – my love, my queen, my light – I have practiced this speech for a thousand days, but I don’t think anything I could possibly say could prove my love to you more than action. You fought for me in Alabasta, and you have given me gift after gift after gift – so here is mine.” And with that, Queen Vivi of Alabasta lunges forth and kisses her lover with a passion that rivals the sun.

Luffy laughs and the crowd cheers. “THAT’S IT! I PROUNOUCE YOU WIFE AND WIFE! LET THE FEAST BEGIN!!” And the world erupts in euphonious cheers as thunder from cannonballs and godly might cracks in the background.

Vivi and Nami part and laugh and smile – as they head down the deck, Nami hoists her wife onto her shoulder and jumps onto the Moby Dick, where a feast awaits them both.

In between gulps of whiskey and wine and bits of delicacies that only the most skilled cooks could make, Nami holds her wife’s hand and smiles at her.

After a week of feasting they shall move to Raftel once more, and show their last crew member the treasure of ages, but for now?

Nami holds her in her arms and relishes in happiness.

-

At midnight she dances with her wife, the party still going strong but muted to her ears. A low song, unknown to the everyone but them whispers between their breaths.

Nami sways, Vivi’s hands clasped in hers as she touches her forehead to her wife’s.

Her wife. It’s been half a day but she still cannot believe it.

She hums, Vivi humming with her, the low playing of a violin in the background singing with them.

“I love you,” she says simply, like a truth that cannot be stolen, and Vivi responds the same.

“And I love you. Are you ready to shake the world?”

A kiss and a promise – “Always.”

But for now – they sway, breaths shared and hearts stolen by each other and promised swords hanging by their sides and rings on their fingers. They are still dressed in their wedding garp, though Nami has shedding her cloak and Vivi her cape. Simply, like all straw hats are, in love as adventure brews on the horizon.

-

The papers talk about it for weeks.

The Navigator of the Pirate King and the Straw Hat Pirates, Storm Summoner Nami, warrior of Cocoyashi, wedded on the pirate ships of two emperors to the Kidnapped, or now Runaway Ransom Queen of Alabasta, Nefertari Vivi.  The wedding attended by thousands of people including various princesses and kings and emperors – all gathered together for two people

The next outrageous stunt of the Straw Hats – and that is not all.

A week after the marriage and consequential feast for a week, the Straw Hats do not take the Underwater route to the New World. Instead, they ransack Mariejois.

‘”A honey moon,” they say Nami calls it, “A gift to my wife,” Referring to the slaves freed and the riches stolen.

“A disaster,” The Celestial dragons shout, “Kill them all,” they scream holding Saint Charloss’s beheaded body, courtesy of the legendary Oska.

The marriage of Nefertari Nami and Nefertari Vivi is an earth-shaking one but they do not care.

For who could challenge them?

[sofia-gothicquirks]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314597

Some gay Namivivi one-shot I wrote for Anna's genius Star Wars AU <33 @legendaryjarcollection thank you for everything you do and for being such a cool and kind friend!

You can find Anna' stunning art on @onepiecehcs

[justanerdsblog]

It occurs to me ya'll fuckers have accents.

@anubislover

@tackyink

@onepiecehcs

What are your accents? I interact with you so much but you have no vocal quality in my brain!

[sparrowwritesforop]

Hello dear 😊 Today is a special day, my birthday !! 🎉🎁 I would like to request to you a festive scenario with the Donquixote Family, specifically spending a family time with all the members (except Viola) and, in the end, being with the Master, Doflamingo 😇

First of all: Happy Birthday, dear.🦩❤  I really hope you have the best day! Even if celebrating with friends is a little critical these days...

It got quit long, so I put it under the cut

So here for you:

BIRTHDAY WITH THE DONQUIXOTE FAMILY

Birthdays are a huge thing in Dressrosa, especially if it´s the birthday of a Donquixote member! The citizens from this vivid island show their appreciation through sending gifts to the palace and organizing street festivals In order to celebrate the member of the royal family. You and the rest of the family do join the festivities, but the real party is held in a small circle. While there will be a grand ball the next day, your birthday is celebrated with the most important people only. Not just yours, but the Birthday of every member is celebrated in the same fashion. The Name “Family” suits you guys very well, even if it doesn´t appear like this all the time, all of you treasure the bond you have. Every member experienced loneliness, despair and much more at one point, but the moment you become a member, all of them will make sure that you´ll never feel anything like that again.

Since you are Doflamingos Wife, your birthday starts off with him waking up next to you for once. Since he is a busy man the days you wake up next to each other are rare, but always worth the wait. He treasures the days with you and would do anything to wake up next to you on your or his birthdays.

Every breakfast (or meal in general) ends up more like a banquet everyday, but the obligatory birthday brunch still feels different. The meal is not prepared by servants on this days, neither did servants decorate the room. On special occasions the family members come together to prepare the food, and the decorations themselfes. Every single one contributes something for the brunch. Jora cooks most of it with the help of Dellinger and Sugar (though both of them spent most of the time fighting). Trebol, Diamante and Pica Decorate the Dining Table, more or less succeeding. Lao G and Buffallo take care of the background music. (Though it´s probable that Buffalo only helps to prevent Lao G from putting on his Martial Arts Workout Playlist) Baby 5 usually switches from member to member, offering her help here and there. All in all, it ends up in a huge chaos, but under Diamantes Supervision (which he really wants to get credit for) it all works out. Waking up on your birthday is the best thing, really. You woke up and scrunched your eyes at the warm rays of light shining on your face. The first thing you really noticed was the pressure on your hips, looking down you smiled for a second. He always made sure to hold onto what was his, even in his sleep. Doflamingo constantly asserts his dominance, subconsciously being afraid to loose it how he lost it when he and his brother were tortured back then. Turning around in his tight grip, you cautiously watched him. He laid on his side, head propped up on one of his forearms, which was outstretched, previously serving you as a pillow as well. His other arm was slung around your hips, clutching you tightly. His impressive height combined with his long extremetys always astonished you. The arm that held you in place reached all around your torso to the hip that laid on the silky, ivory sheets.

His face looked peaceful for a change. Your husband looked so different without his shit-eating grin or angry expression, unusual calm, but different from most people, never defenseless. Doflamingo was always wary, always one step ahead and he made sure that people knew. His whole deameanour aims at perfection and superiority, even in his sleep he looked like he had the upper hand.

You cuddled deeper into his warmth, pushing your face against his chest. It felt familiar to you, he was your personal cuddle corner. His height was actually pretty great for that and he always enjoyed your attention to the fullest, always gave it back with pleasure. The great Doflamingo Donquixote was not afraid of anything, especially not loving his wife and if anybody would ever say something about sharing his affection with you….well this person would regret it.

A loud clatter woke him up, you loved the family, but there sure was chaos wherever they went! Doflamingo rose up slightly, taking you with him into a sitting position. The hand that laid on the pillow before now rubbed his eyes, while a groan rumbled in his chest, revibrating through your body as well. “I swear someday I´ll……”

His voice was still groggy from sleep. You giggled softly.

“Haha. They can be rather sweet sometimes. Can´t they?”

“Hmpf…”

Still not fully awake he moved backwards to lean again the headboard as he shifted you til you sat in his lap, facing him. With one of his large hands he pulled you closer to him until his lips ghosted over the soft skin under your ear, his other arm held you close by slunging around your lower back.

“Happy Birthday”

He kissed the exposed skin lightly, softly cupping your cheek as he moved upwards towards your mouth. The kiss was a lot sweeter than what you were used to, but it slowly but surely turned more passionate.

The kissed his way down your face, to you neck, to you neckline, deeper down until-

The sounds of two pairs of feet came closer to your shared bedroom. Groaning he pulled back and let you down beside him, just in time. The door opened and the two children peeked in with smiling faces. Dellinger rested his hand on a protesting Sugar as he shouted in his usual cheery voice.

“Happy Birthday! Come on get down we made breakfast for youuu!”

Smiling at the two children you obliged, putting on your robe and pulling a still groggy Doflamingo after you. As soon as you came down you found yourself being squished against Joras Chest as she wished you a happy birthday. The members all impatiently waited to congratulate you

The Brunch was (like every meal was) versatile, filled with everyone´s favourite dishes and drinks. You ate, laughed and ate more. After having the Brunch you got ready and went out to see the festivities. It still amazed you how much appreciation the townees had for the royal family. You as well, even if you joined them much later and weren´t one of the heros that saved the Citizens from the late Kings rampage.

The streets were even more colourful and vivid than usual, balloons, confetti and people in festive robes filling the wide roads. Peoples cheers and Congratualtions almost predominated the sound of music. After a while you left the festival to get a breather on the sunflower fields. The Family got together on a blanked cushioned by a load of fluffy pillows, having a drink (Juice for the children, because underage drinking..not under Doffys watch!) and talking. It was times like these you favoured, your life was usually so hectic. Dressrosa needed to be ruled, the family business always boomed, giving you a lot of work. Just sitting all together and enjoying each others company was way too rare for your taste. Smiling you watched as Lao G played Tag with the children, wanting to prove that he was still as agile as he was when he was younger. It was certainly a sight to see….and Trebol did not shy away from commenting Lao Gs Tag abilities, only spurring the old man on until Jora swatted him on the back of his head with a newspaper.

When the sun started to set, servant brought out baskets filled with good smelling food. You ate in silence, enjoying the families antics as you watched them all, sitting in Doffys lab. Never would you have thought back then…never would you have thought that you would ever be cherished the way you are now, by the family and your husband as well. Doffy rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing the side of your neck before speaking.

“Fu Fu Fu..what are you thnking about?”

“Us….All of us”

He hummed, while thinking.

“We sure are lucky, dear….is this what you wanted”

You looked back at him.

“No…not really. Never thought I could want this or ever get this, but it is what I needed…even without knowing.”

He didn´t grin…he smiled softly.

“And you´ll have us. Always”

I hope this is to your liking :) 💖💕

[edgyblackbeardamv]

Daaaamn, you have such awesome writing skills!! Can I have eating together with their s/o hcs of Law, Ace and zoro!!! Also, can you a shout out to my new hcs blog( I'm sooo sorry if I sound annoying). It's @twopeace-onepiecehcs! I love you and your blog

THIS ONE IS REALLY LATE AND OLD SO UH@twopeace-onepiecehcs

Hope you are well;-;

Law:

Either decently prepared lunches, or apples and an iced coffee. There’s no in-between. Eating together is a treat when he’s not busy and actually wants to relax a little. He prefers to have a cup of tea and munch on a sandwich before Bepo and crew run in to eat with Captain too because you’re just hoggin’ all his time now. Unfair.

Please make him a healthy snack sometime though. He’ll really appreciate it, and so will his body.

Ace:

Messy fuckin’ eater. Anytime you eat with him you end up with whatever he’s having on you somewhere; the worst offender is spaghetti. Marco thinks it’s funny until he’s got a meatball in his hair.

Eating with Ace also means eating with the entire whitebeard commanders, so you can be snazzy to all the gossip they’ve got. Honestly, it’s more interesting than the food sometimes.

Zoro:

Eating together with Zoro means you watch him scarf down food as you have a one-sided conversation because a mans gotta eat.

He eats right before and after training as well to keep the bulk, so bringing him snacks or a bento (that you just watched Sanji make, but you’re taking the credit) is a good way to spend quality time while you talk about some hobbies and he nods in agreement. 

[legendaryjarcollection]

30 questions

Tagged by: @yellowisharo

1. Name/nickname?

Most mutuals call me Jars, but Anna is also fine. No way am I getting into irl nicknames, they're all incomprehensible

2. Gender?

I'm a she in the way Obi Wan is a milf, undoubtedly but no one can explain why

3. Star sign?

Virgo

4. Height?

Somewhere between 160-164cm

5. What time is it?

21:16

6. Birthday?

August 29th

7. Favourite band?

Currently The B-52's but it changes all the time

8. Favourite solo artist?

Dolly Parton

9. Song stuck in my head?

Snuff Out The Light by Eartha Kitt

10. Last movie I watched?

The Old Guard

11. Last show I watched?

The Clone Wars

12. When did I create this blog?

2016/2017???

13. What do I post?

Nonsense

14. Last thing I googled?

The Maze Runner (2014) cast

15. Other blogs?

@onepiecehcs and @jars-artcollection

16. Do I get asks?

Not really

17. Why did I choose my URL?

I have a jar collection

18. Following?

253

19. Followers?

Main has 384, ophcs has 1,554, jars-art has 743

20. Average hours of sleep?

Too few

21. Lucky number?

Don't have one but I probably should

22. Instruments?

Please don't. No. I suck at music.

23. What am I wearing?

KISS tshirt and jeans. I think there's a hole in my sock.

24. Dream job?

Illustrator

25. Dream trip?

Tivoli in Copenhagen, but with friends specifically

26. Favourite food?

Pasta and homemade pesto

27. Nationality?

Swedish

28. Favourite song?

I genuinely have no idea

29. Last book I read?

I'm on chapter 53 of The Maze Runner, does that count?

30. Top three fictional universes I'd like to live in?

Most of them are terrible but HTTYD, LOTR, and Star Wars, but only as a side character. I want absolutely nothing to do with the intergalactic war bs going on every ten years.

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