yakiire

[yakiire]

GENTLY kicks him. wake up.

... ... ... his body stays still.

then, SLOWLY, one eye opens and briefly flicks from the tip of the cook's shoe up to his curled brow. he offers a quiet grunt ... before letting his eye drift back shut. you're gonna have to do worse than that.

[yakiire]

KICKS HIS DOOR DOWN.

rudely interrupted; he SLICES the door that comes crashing his way with one knee-jerk swing of his sword. ( it takes a long pause and the sound of several wooden pieces hitting the floor before his mind catches up ).

"... you ... !! knock !!"

[yakiire]

nami to chopper, probably: yea just cut the entire arm actually. make sure to sterilize it. it has touched things.

(@ law so about those limb replacements ........)

[yakiire]

"not yet," he says with a confidence that doesn't quite match his private misgivings. there aren't a whole lot of swords that manage to outlast their battles—let alone match his other swords' temperaments. still: "maybe y'could lend me one of your 'doctor knives' for now."

" there's nothing to think about with shit like that. " and when he thought things couldn't get any more abysmal between the two of them, he found himself once again surprised by the other man's confidence in his own words. " you don't even own four swords. "

[yakiire]

drawn in by shrieks, he's spotted the creature ( armless; unable to wield a sword. no point in attempting to indoctrinate it alongside the swordfish currently inhabiting their large fish tank on the lower decks ) without much difficulty. he picks it up by its ... tail? promptly suffers a bite, or a sting, or whatever it is that this thing considers a measure of self-defense—but naturally chooses to ignore the slight itch right underneath his skin.

"y'should have knocked, idiot." or so he tells the caterpillar, ( as if a bug had much interest in following social protocols at all ); carries it out of the room, and sends it flying overboard.

She found a venomous caterpillar lurking around in her bedroom.

Anyway, she's moving out, now.

[yakiire]

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 

[yakiire]

reasons zo*ro will judge you:

complete lack of discipline (and god forbid you're whining about not reaching your goals on top of it all)

for some ungodly reason you don't think swords are cool

disliking simple foods

underestimating women (physically, intellectually, etc.)

lacking proper names for your finisher moves

dying from blood loss (what's wrong with you)

using more swords than he does

trying to have him stay in bed after he got utterly rekt. what do you think he is. weak??

hating kids for no good reason

[yakiire]

* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

"this isn't just about you. it's about what's best for all of us."

"you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner."

"in about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"i wish we never met."

"you're late."

"we all have secrets, don't we?"

"i know i have a right to be angry, but i don't want to be."

"i see you don't recognize me. well, it was a long time ago."

"you showing up here must be fate."

"some risks are worth taking."

"you've been so quiet. what's on your mind?"

"you must be lonesome over here by yourself."

"you're very kind. some day it'll get you killed."

"this seems... dangerous."

"snap out of it!"

"have you been following me?"

"you can't or you won't?"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner."

"we can't keep going on like this."

"i don't need your help."

"i think i'm getting sick."

"i know who you are. i know what you've done."

"please tell me you have a plan."

"i just wanted to see you smile again."

"can i ask... what happened?"

"tell me it's not true. please."

"would you run away with me?"

"don't look at me like that."

"wow, look who remembered my existence."

"why are you really here?"

"have a drink with me."

"life is about more than just surviving."

"treat me like the princess that i am!"

"it's a gift. i had it made for you."

"thank me after we get out of this alive."

"you're not human, are you?"

"are you kidding me? we're not 'fine'!"

"they're better off without me. but i guess that's their choice."

"are you lost too?"

"come on. it can't be that bad."

"i don't like this. it feels... wrong."

"will you stay with me? just for tonight."

"can i help you?"

"you don't need to protect me."

"you can't leave me here alone!"

"you can stay with me."

"quick, this way. before they see you."

"i think the power is out."

"did you ever care about me?"

"did you hear that? it sounded like a scream."

"being strong doesn't mean never asking for help or admitting you're in pain."

"i'm here to drink alone."

"i did warn you not to trust me."

"you could've just used the door."

"you know, i really hoped i'd never see this place again."

"nobody tells me what to do."

"why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"i'm really not one for crowds."

"don't be so dramatic."

"something's coming."

"i just wanted to do something good for once."

"you don't have to shout at me!"

"forget about me. just save them."

"it's fine. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

"i guess it runs in the family, huh?"

"this isn't our fight. it's my fight."

"do you ever stop being so serious and dull?"

"i heard you were dead."

"i'm going to get you out of here."

"that's a terrible story."

"here, take this. you'll catch a cold."

"you slept with her, didn't you?"

"i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn't sure."

"evacuate the civilians, i'll buy you some time!"

"he was unconscious when i found him."

"you don't have to hold my hand."

"i'm not leaving you."

"you're not getting away this time."

"you're clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me."

"i would give my life to keep you safe."

"do you want me to go?"

"trust me, these people are not your friends."

"i guess it's my turn to thank you."

"i bought two. here."

"i need to go. i can't be here."

"it's four in the morning. what are you doing?"

"do you ever stop talking?"

"it's not going to be easy, you know."

"well, how do i look?"

"are you threatening me?"

"you can never admit when you're wrong!"

"may i have this dance?"

"he knows more than what he's telling us. much more."

"we can't fix this. can we?"

"count me out."

"i don't know. shut up. i'm not blushing."

"let go of me! i have to help them!"

"i won't let anyone hurt you."

"do you ever hear yourself?"

"i've never had any sort of family before."

"you look better in my clothes than i do."

"i'm still learning."

"oh, i get it. you're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice."

"death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago."

"you see everyone so clearly except yourself."

"is this seat taken? sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"what are you smiling at?"

"we're in completely different leagues."

"what if i never see you again?"

"we should get a pet."

"don't touch me. get away from me."

"i want to be there when you get what's coming to you."

"i'll believe it when i see it."

"you're lucky that i found you when i did."

"you're not dating anyone, are you?"

"you're not alone. i'm here."

"i never want to see you again."

"we can just sit here, you don't have to talk."

"i could show you the way."

"do i frighten you?"

"i didn't realize you were in so much pain."

"well, this is where i live."

"i'll be here. when you're ready to talk."

"you refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"i've seen you before, walking by."

"was that a friend of yours?"

"i'll make you bleed."

"wait. did you hear that?"

"i'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about."

"i made a mistake."

"why don't you just kill me?"

"it's a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?"

"i already made my decision, you're not going to change that."

"i thought you... i saw you get shot."

"take me with you."

"you look awful. what happened?"

"you knew and you didn't tell me?"

"you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you."

"how about you let me show you around?"

"i'm just saying, murder is an option."

"what's that smug look for? you think you can do any better?"

"for some reason, i'm attracted to you."

"you defeated it? alone?"

"i didn't want you to see me like this."

"don't go. please."

"how do i know you're real?"

"rough day today?"

"seriously, what is that thing over there?!"

"i'm not sober enough to talk about this."

"you should've thought about that before you got into a fight."

"you like this, don't you? i remember you saying that."

"what now? i'm tired."

"it won't be easy, that's for sure."

"watch what you say. the trees have ears."

"can you forgive me?"

"just let me do this for you."

"why were they coming after you?"

"why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"why did you help me?"

"would you like something for the pain?"

"why did you come?"

"you snore in your sleep. it's adorable."

"i'm glad i could share this with you."

"just admit it. we're lost."

"well, don't stand there in the rain. come on."

"i really thought you were gone this time."

"if you tell me yours, i'll tell you mine."

"are you... smelling me?"

"i have a spare bed."

"your plan's gonna get us all killed, and you know it."

"find someone else to listen to your problems."

"i promise i'll never hurt you again."

"where do you think you're going?"

"it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it's happened before."

"how did you get this scar?"

"you stepped on my foot!"

"i'm not sorry."

"i don't know how you do this every day..."

"what did you wish for?"

"there's no turning back now."

"see? i'm not just a pretty face."

"i'm on your side."

"do you remember anything? at all?"

"you don't know who i am, do you?"

"please don't do this, don't act like you care."

"i just want to take it all back."

"am i not good enough?"

"i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm fine, let me see your arm."

"why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?"

"this is wrong."

"none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!"

"don't run away from this."

"you wanna know what your problem is?"

"so why's it so important anyway?"

"i'm not here to talk about my feelings."

"close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"seems like i'm always saving your ass."

"let me help with that."

"you know you aren't allowed in here, right?"

"don't shut me out. please."

"fine. i'll help you but you have to help me."

"i don't need you to understand, i just need you to help me."

"i have to do this alone."

"i'm not talking to you when you're like this."

"i don't need you anymore."

"why did you wake me?"

"how many times have i told you? you can't visit me here."

"jealous? i'm not jealous!"

"this place is cursed... i can feel it."

"you need to stay still."

"i've been to many strange places... but this is a new one."

"dangerous to be out so late."

"don't make me go by myself."

"i can't leave you alone for one minute, can i?"

"we're wasting time."

"you... don't like me very much, do you?"

"i would never lie to you."

"give me one good reason why i should believe you."

"i'm not sure what i'm supposed to feel."

"you're about as intimidating as a butterfly."

"no more lies, no more secrets."

"do you wanna get out of here?"

"what did they do to you?"

"i don't go away if you ignore me."

"you don't know when to give up, do you?"

"i can't help you unless you talk to me."

"what was that for?"

"you can't just come into my life and go right out of it. i won't let you."

"think of it as a compliment."

"did you want to be alone?"

"who did you piss off this time?"

"you'll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

"stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now."

"are you saying you care about me?"

"i did what i had to do."

"what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?"

"i don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"they have us surrounded!"

"i've come for you."

"promise me?"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"you'll always have a home with me."

"i never meant to hurt you."

"i believe you."

"let me see that."

"you can relax. we're safe here."

"you have to go somewhere safe."

"we've been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy."

"when was the last time you ate something?"

"we have to leave, now!"

"i need your help... and you need mine."

"i wasn't flirting, i was being friendly."

"change isn't easy."

"there has to be another way."

"i don't care what they say about me."

"you've lost a lot of blood."

"you don't give a shit about me."

"you want me? here i am."

"i never wanted to hurt you."

"it's very rude to stare."

"i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

"if you have something to say, spit it out."

"when was the last time you slept?"

"i can't do this without you."

"you're such a fucking coward."

"i'm not drunk enough for this."

"i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"i wish i could hate you."

"why are you still here?"

"you're hot when you're angry."

"are you going to kill me?"

"i don't have a plan, but we'll figure it out."

"we can stop them. i can help you."

"i don't feel so good."

"promise me you won't overreact."

"is... that my shirt you're wearing?"

"you look like you need a hug."

"what do these symbols mean?"

"you can't decide what's best for someone else."

"i guess i should've told you."

[yakiire]

Crackpot theory:

Zoro keeps getting lost because he's instinctively walking towards the One Piece without realizing it.

Put him in a bubble, place him under an illusion of some place, and set him loose while the bubble is contained and you'll eventually find the One Piece.

sorry i’ve been thinking about this ask for months. not directionally challenged he’s just always chasing the bag

[yakiire]

^ guy who'd split the seas with a slice of his sword so his captain can walk thru, unbothered.

[yakiire]

lays her head on his arm and leans back, to look at the stars.

his head turns barely at the touch; he'd anticipated her via the sound of heels on wooden deck. expected to be reprimanded for being out and about, if anything, what with half his torso still wrapped in thick layers of gauze that their conscientious young doctor had secured with a surplus of tape on top—just in case. but the cabin ceiling makes for a boring sight; his crewmate has the right idea. he ceases staring at the waves for the moment and takes to the stars by her side where clear skies were flaunting their glowing bodies with casual arrogance. where the motion of water ripples had taken his mind off of could-have-beens, he finds that this new view to be calming in a different way. ( how many nights had he spent thwacking wooden dummies in an effort to outdo the entire world one day? he'd never had the patience for games of observation back then. )

"... i'm not moving," he says eventually; defensively, as if still suspecting a catch of sorts to the quietude she'd brought along with her. true to his words, he's not moved an inch since her arrival save for inevitable motion called forth by the act of breathing. ( surely that much is allowed. ) granted, he's not keen on being a perfect patient; he simply doesn't want to ruin her enjoyment of a sight that must be doubly gratifying when one understood its various arrangements. "so ... ... don't sell me out." voice comes out low; too rough to be a plea and too unassuming to be a demand. a pinky promise proposal in the middle of the night to escape a reindeer's judgment.

[yakiire]

❛ why were they coming after you? ❜

"hell if i know." it's easy to sympathize with mankind's desire to see that their dead remain unbothered in their burial place. perhaps the townspeople were right to chase after him when he'd left nothing but a trail of bones and skulls on their graveyard and most of its adjacent roads. on the other hand, it's hardly his fault that those lunatic skeletons had come reaching for his ankles straight out of the soil beneath him while he was minding his goddamn business. even now, he senses a vague motion by the soles of his feet; sidesteps yet another bone-y hand. steps on it, actually. stiff fingers shatter beneath his heel. a gratifying sound. "—picking a fight over nothing."

[yakiire]

inquiries meet deaf ears already by virtue of the loudly rustling leaves alone that seem to swallow up the green of his hair as he moves ahead. needless to say, the brief blackout of his mind doesn't help. nor does the several meter tumble down a very bumpy and root-riddled cliff. only very distantly does he hear the cook's ... strong suggestion to find a hold somewhere. it still reaches his synapses—familiar voice that it is—and his digits stretch out for the next-best solid piece of environment in his vicinity.

... only for it to break down easily under the force of his grip.

"..." frankly, he wouldn't even bother contemplating the consequences of his actions. his back hits the ground next thing he knows. his ears are ringing as though he'd gathered handfuls of minuscule pebbles inside of them en route down the hill. guided by instinct he sluggishly turns his head to the side, hoping to remedy the noise. ... nothing changes. a deep crease forms on his forehead; he tries the other side. the ringing continues. at long last, a strange, curly shape flashing up within the field of his vision draws his attention. the frown deepens. "... huh?" whether it's because he doesn't trust his own ability to stand upright just yet, or because he cannot quite tell what sort of trouble they're in NOW from the other man's flabbergasted look alone, he remains relatively motionless in the patch of grass that their tumbling bodies seem to have chosen as adequate landing spot. "——you say somethin'?"

   “yeah, yeah.” neither does he; truthfully. yet here they both are, lost. and if he’s lost, he can’t imagine it getting any better for the directionally challenged. for good measure; with the help of his free hand and his teeth, the vine is tied and secured around his own wrist. free hands and a sure way that it won’t slip through his fingers if the bull tries to charge without warning. speaking of. . .where the hell is he going.

                              “where the hell are you going?”

   he at least has some vague idea of where they should be heading, if memory serves him right; there is some helpful plants and herbs that he could use to treat their wounds with in the very opposite direction. important, if they don’t want to end up slowly bleeding out and traveling in anymore discomfort..possible infections, even. here’s hoping it doesn’t get to that point. sanji tugs on the vine, lifts his finger to point out the way, before turning his head back over to zoro     “let’s go that way instead...”    who suddenly seemed to be falling. “you-! ogh?!”

   the sudden jerk sets him off balance before he could think, body slamming into blood-stained dirt. the force and weight of the swordsman pulls him along. “idiot!” he shouts, strained, whilst hands try to grab onto anything that will save them. twigs, grass, and finally a tree branch that hung low. a crack. sanji takes a deep breath, exhales slow. looks down and sees just what awaits him, again. another goddamn hill. and zoro, hanging there. another crack. his attention turns back on his only hope, eyes widened. “hurry up and grab onto something too, you bastard, before this   ” crack ! the branch snaps; sending them down with no hope of stopping this time. he braces himself as best as he can, shielding the back of his head with his arms.

   it happened fast, bouncing off odd rocks and, luckily, mainly grass. not that it stopped the pain that shot through his body with each hit but it was better than last time. actually, the landing felt a little different too      he shot up quick, despite his body protesting. oops. that’s what broke his fall. "zoro..!"

[yakiire]

water is wet but zo*ro's love language to me definitely is acts of service. he may seem uninvolved in other people's troubles at times but really he can be quite perceptive and considerate of his comrades' needs and will generally go out his way quietly to somehow improve their days. you won't see him make a fuss over it. you'll just see the results; your fav trinket that you thought got lost on the last island/in the ocean back on your nightstand, your fav book with a torn page suddenly fixed bc someone asked the resident archaeologist if she knew a way to mend it, you getting skipped over during night watch hours because he saw you yawning the whole day and is fine with a double shift. the list goes on.

this character trait expands to self-sacrificial dimensions during battle and he won't even think much of it. sometimes caring means taking several hits for others because of how aware you are that your body can endure more than most. love is proportional to the pain you can weather.

[yakiire]

@chatcambrioleur what nami can look like after training with zoro :)

[yakiire]

wandering about with nami's scarf decorating his midriff in lieu of the usual bellyband.

[yakiire]

that's not a no. "think it over." still, it's not like he's planning for appendage additions anytime soon. or limb losses, for that matter. as long as self-improvement remains tangible, his ribs may stay in place. "s'pose i'll do fine with three for the time being."

he's messing with him, he has to be. " i think the booze has finally pickled your brain. "