Lyrics From "Light" By Sleeping At Last

i am deathly curious as to what becomes of the rest of the worst gen (like law, kidd, bonney) like it genuinely kept me up when i first read young like the sea

You just gave me a great idea on what to do with Kidd, so thank you for that anon. ily

i probably wont be able to fit in a lot of minor characters into the main fic, but maybe for sidestories!

FINAL STRETCH: GET THIS FAMILY TO SAFETY!

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Zoro has given his life and soul to Luffy frfr 😭. Low key I can't imagine Zoro in a relationship with anyone else bc they would be second place to Luffy at the end of the day.

This post literally sums up my entire opinion on Zolu. I'm fine with Zoro being shipped with other people. It's just not my cup of tea, and people can enjoy whatever they like as long as they aren't harming anyone!

I wish I shipped Zosan because it literally has so many fics on ao3. There's so much fancontent on them and WHY AM I LIKE THIS

I was talking to a friend about this - I really like the idea of Zosan if both of them agreed that Luffy is priority number one. If they were in a life-or-death scenario, they're saving Luffy - not each other. I LOVE ANGST LIKE THAT

Also, I think my problem (not problem; just why I don't ship it) with Zosan is that Luffy's left out. IT'S ZOSANLU ANGLE???

@mangogreent I very lucky to have you as my friend! You are a wonderfull and funny person! Your art is so soft and so beatifull and your writing alway makes me feel to many emotions!

every high and every low

i wrote a tiny little something for @mangogreent, it isnt much but i hope you like ! happy birthday lake ! title borrowed from glad you exist by dan + shay (listen with your platonic nakamaship hat on and dissolve into seafoam with me)

read on ao3

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Luffy’s body doesn’t scar easily. It’s one of the many facets of a frankly unhinged healing factor; his body shuffles micronutrients and vitamins around like a circus clown juggling pins, wounds healing so quickly and completely that there is rarely a trace left behind.

There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. The smiling pencil-mark curve beneath his eye is one of them. The cruel, gaping burn across his chest is another.

Sanji and Chopper have spent hours going over dietary needs and goals for everyone aboard Sunny, not just their captain. But it’s their captain whose food works like a miracle in his stomach.

If Sanji thinks too long and too hard about Totto Land—about Luffy’s trembling, emaciated limbs when he handed over a disgusting, ruined bento, the way his skin plumped up and shone with good health within minutes of a meal—there are very good odds that he’ll spiral into a fit of grief or guilt or panic no matter where he is or what he’s doing at the time. So he tries not to think about it, and instead loads his captain with carbs and protein and fiber at every opportunity instead.

Suffice to say, Luffy’s skin is largely whole and undamaged, only a few faint scars scattered here and there that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t really looking. His rubber body is a marvel, but it burns like a starving furnace, and sometimes it does him a disservice no one could have possibly seen coming.

“You don’t feel that?” Usopp says with a frown.

“Nuh-uh,” Luffy confirms blithely, watching the feather move back and forth across his arm. “If you pinch me or poke me with something sharp I will, but if it’s soft it’s like it’s not there at all.”

For a moment, everyone sits there and absorbs that information. Sanji can feel it settling over his nakama like a blanket of snow; cold and promising to pack in and be a pain in the ass to shovel through. Sanji has to readjust his understanding of the world, too. It takes him a minute.

The only touches that Luffy feels easily are the ones that hurt. That’s true for everyone, in a sense—but just because a slap might register louder and faster than a gentle touch doesn’t mean the latter doesn’t carry a weight of its own.

Sanji wonders, abruptly, if the last thing Luffy felt from him was the fight they had on Whole Cake when Sanji was desperate to free his captain of his obligations to a pathetic, useless cook—when he did everything in his power to drive him away.

Nami and Brook have joined Usopp in the game of poking Luffy’s arms and legs and squishy sides in the name of proving him wrong, finding a spot where he isn’t so thick-skinned. Brook’s phalanges drumming against his ribs make him giggle a bit, but how much of that is real feeling and how much is simply delight at all the attention and affection pointed his way?

It should be cute, but Sanji can see—and feel—it cutting everyone to the quick. Robin has closed her book, watching the scene without a smile on her face. Franky’s hands are unmoving around the great feathered monstrosity he and Usopp have been building at the table together up until this point, as if he’s forgotten he’s holding tools in the first place.

Enough is enough, Sanji decides, and sets aside his pride along with his bowl of red velvet cupcake batter and maryse spatula, moving around the counter with purpose.

“Got an idea,” he says at length and Nami scoots gamely to the side. Sanji keeps moving before he can get in his own way and takes Luffy’s round face in one work-hardened hand.

Luffy, who has been known to use his actual skull as a battering ram, usually fights with his whole chest and carries most of his injuries there, too. His face, aside from an unfortunate unsupervised incident with a knife when he was little more than a toddler with a highly questionable and often day-drunk role model, is unscarred.

Sanji brushes his thumb against Luffy’s cheek, where the skin lays very thin over sensitive nerve endings. His captain blinks up at him, brown eyes wide and trusting, every bit as if he’s looking at someone who has never hurt him before.

The crew present is watching raptly, their disquiet transforming into absurd, single-minded scrutiny. There’s a reason they’re not only living in the New World but thriving there—they’re good at adapting, at assimilating new information, at smacking the curveballs right out of the park on their second swing.

“Feel that?” Sanji asks.

Luffy tips his head curiously, just enough not to dislodge Sanji’s hand. Perfectly willing to sit still and be held when it’s his cook doing the holding.

“Kinda,” the boy says, the barest hint of a furrow forming between his brows. It’s the beginning of an epic spoiled sulk that everyone who loves him is intimately familiar with—because his nakama belong to him, and so Sanji does, and so his hand on Luffy’s face does, and it is rapidly occurring to Luffy that it’s not fair for all of those things to be true and for him not to be able to feel it.

Sanji can’t help but smile, always equal parts charmed and exasperated by the future king in a pout. He leans in and presses his mouth to the same place his thumb was, kissing the soft cheek firmly. He can almost see it when Luffy zings to attention, his overwhelming focus zeroed into that singular point of contact.

By the time Sanji straightens, Luffy is already beaming ear-to-ear.

“I felt that!”

Sanji returns to his dessert prep, perfectly satisfied with the changed world he leaves in his wake. Chopper is already clambering over the top of the table, scattering the bits and bobs of the engineers' project into an irremediable mess in his haste to bury his favorite human in fuzzy reindeer kisses, and similarly everyone else’s eyes are gleaming with promise.

Luffy’s rubber body is both a wonder and a menace, much like the golden soul it houses. But where it falls short and fails him, his friends will pick up the slack. Luffy is probably going to get his cheeks and forehead pinched and poked a lot more when he’s whining or complaining or elsewise being his annoying, incorrigible self.

But he’s also going to get kissed a lot more there, too.

him

screencap redraw featuring luffy and nothing else

I saw you reblog a comic of present luffy and post Skypea luffy switching places, which is a super cute idea. BUT TO MAKE IT ANGSTY push the timeline up and have sick/dying pirate king luffy enjoying his epilogue life switch with post thriller bark luffy. Just when the crew has a convo about luffy pushing his body too much...

anon when i catch you anon when i catch you WHEN I CATCH YOU ANON

Urgh, I don't even want to think about that—it's too cruel. The Straw Hats learning that Luffy is as mortal as anyone, and that even kings and gods fall at some point in time. What can they do to prevent the inevitable?

Luffy has pushed his body through hell time and time again, not just because of his dream, but for his crew. I mean, Luffy vs Lucci was on full display for all of them to see—the limits Luffy surpasses in order to go home with them, breaking and bleeding and bruising. And the funny part of that is that he would do it again. In every timeline. In every reincarnation, in every life they find each other again. To Luffy, who thinks being alone is worse than being hurt, it's a small price to pay for family.

try not to wear neutral colours challenge impossible. ALSO THEY NEITHER HAD MY HAIRCUT NOR MY CAT'S FUR COLOUR WHAA

no pressure to do but @emilyelizabethfowl @swordsmans @kathy-the-garbage-queen @ceramicwings @saraisanamazingcow @rosmarymilktea

cute thing im coming up with

this picrew of yourself and your current hyperfixation !!

no pressure tags @pearlzier @julesssyy @reidsfavoritegirl @whitney23317 @willowsblanket @flowercrownsandtrauma @rottenletter