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reymska · 2 days
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Romance dawn LET'S GOO
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mtomauw · 3 days
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Sometimes you just gotta smooch the homies
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mydearlybeloathed · 2 days
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𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami x reader, zoro x reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, angst
𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭
𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞…
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zoro
“Love?” you mumbled, eyes still hazy with the sleep you’d dragged yourself from. You held a pair of bone white mugs, steam swirling up from them. The bed dipped as you set one knee after the other on the stiff mattress, inching forward to leer over him with a lovely smile.
Zoro was only just conscious enough to acknowledge you, blinking awake and leaning up on his elbows. “What…”
Again, you smiled, leaning over to set one mug on the nightstand before lifting up the covers to slide in beside him. You balanced your mug in one hand and curled into his side, warming your hands on the glass. “I brought you coffee.”
His eyes drifted to the window, alarmed at the brightly shining sun. “What time is it?”
You hummed, adjusting to sit up a bit as you sipped at your own mug. “Afternoon probably.”
Zoro huffed as he shoved the blanket off, ignoring your annoyed puff and rubbing furiously at his eyes. There were black spots in his vision when he dropped his hand. His shoulders ached and the bandage around his arm felt like a shackle of some kind. 
Nearly frantic, he clawed at the tight fabric, digging into his skin when it didn’t budge. Your mug clinked onto the wooden nightstand and the sheets rustled as you followed him, your shoulder at his shoulder, your hand over his. Zoro softened entirely the moment your fingers brushed his own, your movements fluid and gentle as you removed the bandage in one swoop.
He heaved, stiff shoulders drooping over at the light caress of your hand over his worn, tanned skin. Your other hand came to nurse at his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and drawing a softer, more relaxed sound from him. 
Your cheek rested on his arm, your body wrapped around him. “Love?”
He liked it when you called him that. It made him feel loved, despite everything. “Yeah?”
“I love you.” As if you needed to say it out loud. He knew. He knew that above anything else, really. 
“I... me too.”
A little snort left you as you turned to bury your face in the sleeve of his shirt. “Idiot.”
You knew he felt it too, despite everything. His next sigh lifted and lowered your head. “You tired, big guy?”
He grunted, turning his face to brush his lips over your temple, closing his eyes as a draft floated in and out of the room. “Nah.”
You laughed again. Conversation fled the room, leaving your intertwined breaths alone with the quiet. Zoro couldn’t explain this feeling very well; if he tried, he’d say it was warm. like a bonfire, the flickering light reflected in his eyes, the warmth wrapping around his entire being till he could hardly breathe.
But he was very good at articulating all that, so it was just warm.
His eyes fell to the nightstand. “You didn’t need to make me coffee.”
“I don’t need to do anything,” you reminded him, and that was simple enough. 
Zoro reached to take his mug and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, waiting till you took up your own coffee and settled into his side again. Only then did he cast his mug a look, admiring the rich blackness swirling inside. 
A sweet scent filled his nose and his gaze found your coffee, a nice taupe from the cream and sugar you surely flooded it with. You took three long sips before you noticed his lingering eyes. “You do like yours black, right?”
“Mhmm.” He tipped the mug back and drank half the coffee in a matter of seconds, grimacing slightly. That's one way to wake yourself up. Still… “Can I try yours?”
You obliged, of course, lifting the cup to his lips and tipping it. His hand hovered yours to make sure it didn’t spill, and the taste was nearly too much. Whereas his coffee was still scalding and bitter as all be, yours was… warm and sweet. 
Much like you. He offered you a small smile, downed the rest of his drink, and set it aside. He was so bitter much of the time, too angry and sour. But you were consistently different. “You’re… too sweet for me.”
A beat passed, and you sputtered out a laugh. You set down your mug and swung a leg around his hips, straddling him as you cupped his face, your smile incredulous as you shook your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His ears burned red, and he lost his sudden conviction. “You’re just… so nice.”
You raised a brow. “And you’re not?”
He didn’t answer, and once more you laughed in his face. 
“Love,” you nearly whispered, your eyes too deep and attentive, leaving him no room to hide. “I don’t know if you’ve met my boyfriend, but he’s very nice to me.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek. “He’s very sweet to me.” And his other cheek. “I can tell he loves me, even if he’s too shy to say it.” 
Zoro could hardly breathe, trying so very hard to not let out the soft gasp rising in his chest as you grinned like a devil. “He should know by now I’m not too sweet for him.”
His hands found your hips and his eyes darted to the side. He scoffed, “Whatever.”
“Hey.” You hooked a finger under his chin and made him face you again. “I love you.”
“You said that already.”
“I know.”
A piece of hair fell over your eyes, obstructing Zoro’s view of your face, so he reached up to brush it away. your eyes flickered to his approaching finger, and in an instant your teeth clamped down on his hand. Not too hard, of course, but he still jerked away with pursed lips. “Would ya stop biting me?”
You cupped a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the laughter bubbling up from within you. “I’m—I’m sorry! I dunno—dunno why—” You dissolved into giggles, careening forward into his chest and tucking your head into his neck. 
Zoro didn’t bother fighting his smile, wrapping his arms around your back and resting his chin on your head, completely forgetting that the day was halfway through and that work was a thing to be done.
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nami
The sound of humming shouldn’t have made Nami so on edge, but it was only because she knew exactly who the melody belonged to that her defenses were on the rise. 
Slowly, she rounded the final row of tangerine trees. She’d gone there—to the place she used to call home—intending to find her sister. What she had hoped she wouldn’t find, was you.
Yet there you were, up on a stool to try to reach the ripe tangerines at the top of the tree. You usually helped Nojiko with the harvest this time of year. Nami should have known to expect you.
Your rose up on your tip toes, tongue poking out, and your fingertips barely grazed one last tangerine. One foot left the stool in a last final effort—your fist closed around the fruit but your foot missed the stool by an inch. 
You hit the ground unceremoniously, landing on your back with a harsh thump. Nami’s first instinct was to run up and make sure you’re all right. Well, no—her first instinct was to laugh at you.
Turning your head to the friendly sound, you ignored the pain in your butt to smile wearily up at the ginger girl now looming over you. Her shadow blocked out the sun and a halo formed around her body. 
“Clutz,” she murmured, reaching out a hand. You took it with a roll of your eyes, jumping to your feet and dusting off your pants.
Your smile was easy even as a bruise formed on your skin. “What’re you doing here?”
“Nojiko,” she replied simply, not wanting to say that really, Arlong was in one of his tempers again. You’d only worry if she said that, and the smile would leave your face, and Nami couldn’t have that (your smile was too sweet to lose for even a second).
“Right,” you nodded, ignoring the sting in your chest that she wasn’t there for you. She never was, so you shouldn’t bother hoping, but oh well. “She’s in town.”
Nami pursed her lips. “Right.”
The pair of you locked eyes, sucking all the air out of the moment and leaving it rather suffocating to stand in. Nami knew you knew. You were always around, being Nojiko’s close friend (being Nami’s best friend, once upon a time). Nami knew you knew her plan. She said nothing about it, and neither did you.
This was only the fourth time she’d seen you in six years. She ached like every other time, her skin blazing where you’d grabbed her hand. In six years, you’d both grown older, taller, stronger… in your case, prettier.
If distance made the heart grow fonder… Nami killed that thought where it stood.
She started to turn and clear her throat. “I should go.”
Nami barely made it three steps before a hand closed around her wrist and she forgot how to breathe. Nami didn’t know you and you didn’t know her, not anymore. There shouldn't be any reason for her to turn around. Nami should be able to rip away from you and storm off with no trouble.
But Nami turned around slowly and met your eyes, losing herself as you smiled softly, hopefully. “Stay?”
“I can’t.”
“I wanna talk to you,” you pleaded. “You’re still my friend, right?”
Yes. Please. “I don’t have friends anymore.”
Your grip tightened. “But—”
“You don’t want to be my friend,” Nami snapped. “Any attachment you have to me is just clinging to the past, okay?”
Hand slackening, Nami nearly breathed a sigh of relief as your hand started to slip, only for your fingers to intertwine with hers. “I don’t believe that. Nami, I am your friend. I’ve always been. And I worry.”
This was the longest conversation you’d had with her since Arlong took her away. Arlong. You gritted your teeth and sent out a curse. If only you were strong enough to do something, to save the friend who gave up her life to save that damn village.
Nami watched the clouds enter your eyes, darkening the lively glow she so admired, and she found the strength to pry your hand off of her. Nami could hardly stand to look at you when your face fell, but she managed. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Nami…”
She couldn’t bare to drag you down a similar path as her. You were too sweet. Too good. The world needed good people you, and so she wasn't about to go around tainting you with her darkness. 
She took a step back, then another, and turned away, hopefully for the last time. “Goodbye.”
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monthlymanga · 2 days
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Soldier Poet King - One Piece ver.
There will come a captain whose smile is bright and free with a hat that's made of straw and stretch as vast as seas for fun and adventure he'll do as he please and if you want a savior give him something to eat
There will come a swordsman who wields not one but three the first mate of our captain dear and made of loyalty senses sharp and a goal to reach from a fight he never runs to win he is ready
There will come a burglar as pretty as can be with her maps all drawn by hand she'll navigate the seas her eyes on the clouds and royalties she'll command the ship they sail and guide them to safety
There will come a liar who's always quick to flee a marksman whose eyes are clear and hands that are steady a sniper, a warrior and fights bravely listen to his tales so tall he'll stand for his friends' dreams
There will come a chef with a deep love for the sea a dreamer and a fighter but flirtatious he can be has flaming kicks and a love for ladies and if your paths they ever cross you'll never leave hungry
There will come a reindeer who might look cowardly a doctor who has a heart bigger than his body a child named a monster and slightly naive but if you look one final time he's more human than he seems
There will come a scholar a flower-like beauty has a love for reading and archeology with limbs that blossom unnerving is she for her nation she'll explore and answers she will seek
There will come a cyborg a proud shipwright is he a little shameless and he wears his feelings on his sleeves works filled with passion and creativity he will build a ship for us to sail on every sea
There will come a skeleton who's gifted tunefully a lonely life he has led existence a mystery a promise to fulfill and a lifetime of memories the musician will play a song and sing with joy and glee
There will come a helmsman the first son of the seas like a calm before the storm he fights powerfully he's gentle, he's righteous and pushes equality the fishman steers with a smile and laughs wholeheartedly
There will come a pirate crew 'The Strawhats' namely the world will hear their laughter as they go on this journey with hopes and dreams and desires to achieve come and join as they travel the Merry and Sunny
With hopes and dreams and desires to achieve watch and read the story of how they find the~
One Piece.
breaking out of my manga posting for the sake of this idea I had. The world needed to see this.
READ TAGS BELOW (only if you want to tho)
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meggn · 1 day
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i wish lesbians were real
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I just want to say how much I adore the women of One Piece, not just on a ‘holy moly these women are beautiful’ but also on ‘holy moly these women are so well written’
I love how many layers the lady’s have, even those who are not part of the main cast
Nami acting as the brains of the crew, but always being up to scrap with the boys and put them in their place, her fear of trusting and being betrayed being a core aspect of her character. WCI and Wano are pretty recent examples of this, with her anger at Sanji, and her belief in Luffy. I love how confident she is in her self, and how she is a little evil sometimes she’ll use everything at her disposal to get what she wants. How she knows that she’s needed on the crew and without her they would’ve all drowned along ago, and she’s beautiful and cute and she knows this. I hate people thinking that she’s less of a character post timeskip just because of her appearance, she’s so much more than that
Vivi’s love of her people and her country, her worrying nature and her desire for adventure despite her position. Her care for the crew despite the small amount of time she knew them. Also how she’s basically the main character of Alabasta, and how she’s the one saving her country
Robin going from someone who was always looking over her shoulder, always running and never having a real place to call home. To someone who knows she has a family who loves her and will protect her no matter what, and she can be her strange morbid self without judgement (other than from Usopp)
Viola and Rebecca, two ladies forced into a living hell under Dolfamingo. One humiliated by her own people and forced to fight for her life when at heart she just wanted peace, and the other whose soul was almost broken by Doffy but chose to fight against him even if she knew she wouldn’t win. Viola going to stab Doffy even if she knew she would fail shows her strength as she stood up against him even if it could’ve meant death because she wanted to do what she could
And there are so many others that are just as amazing:
- Big Mom: a major villain with a twisted idea of family and love. One of the most powerful pirates in the sea, all this strength but she’s still just someone that was abandoned by the world and became obsessed with filling that void
- Pudding: a woman twisted by the abuse she suffered hating herself and lashing out at others in turn. And how that persona comes crashing down when showed only a bit of kindness
- Boa: the strong powerful empress, who is deeply scarred and can’t show any weakness to her people. And just wants to be loved by someone who sees more than her beauty
-Reiju: the older sister that had to go along with her little brothers abuse, and helped when she could. But only when she couldn’t be the target, she’s flawed and distant but she loves her brother
- Bonny: a literal child who braved the seas to save her father and became one of the most wanted pirates of her generation in under two years, scrappy and tomboyish with a soft heart for her dad
These ladies are living breathing characters! And there are some many others that are just the same, they are all so well developed and different from each other in character. And none of them are just there to be, ‘the girl in the group’ or the ‘love interest’ (though Boa likes Luffy and Pudding likes Sanji neither are their main character traits and have story reasons for being in love)
I love them so much
I love women
A certified girl kisser wrote this at like 1 am
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lizzbian-himbo · 3 days
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Prettiest lady on the grand line....
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metalvertex · 14 hours
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nami
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beetles4brains · 14 hours
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Sanusona save me. Sanusona. Save me Sanusona.
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aimtodraw · 19 hours
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Can a simple lesbian like me get a bit of Namivivi in your artstyle now that you're asking for requests? 👉🏻👈🏻💙🧡
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Thank you for the request!! Here's some lesbians from one lesbian to another, hope you enjoy <3
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djdjdjmk · 1 day
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My silly babies
Bonus: Cheese
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matttheratkingart · 2 days
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New stuff in the shop!!! I was going to wait for the next batch before posting, but I think 6 new stuffs is good for now :)
Link: x
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sailing-ever-west · 16 hours
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I'm obsessed with Nami in the realm of female character writing, because on the surface her arc is to be saved by a guy/group of guys, and generally with female characters that's used to take away their agency or power and/or support a romance. But with Nami...it does none of that. Her story is about learning to depend on others, but rather than reducing her power in any way, it increases it. The isolation she experienced before wasn't independence, but part of her oppression, so having a family to support her gives her infinitely more freedom.
Luffy is her captain, but the way Luffy does that is never to lord over people, it's to raise them up with him. And, importantly, he waits for it to be her choice. He stays supportively in reach until she asks for his help. The only time he intervenes without permission is to stop her from actively harming herself. And when he does intervene, it's not to whisk her away and keep her somewhere else safe where she's dependent on his security and protection, it's to literally beat the crap out of her oppressor so he's never a problem again and she's free to live her life either way. And although Sanji acts romantically toward her and the rescue follows his grand ideals of fighting for a beautiful lady, there's no expectation that she now owes him anything or has to give him a chance just because he helped her out of an abusive situation. He did it because he cared, not in exchange for anything. They were all willing to fight and bleed for her with next to nothing in return, and that's so vital.
Nami being a woman is definitely relevant to her story (using her beauty and pretend helplessness to steal without suspicion, the fact that she takes after her mom who was tough as nails in the male-dominated marines, the very real isolation and fear of being female surrounded by [fish]men with power over her), but it's important to note that she doesn't need saving because she's a woman, or due to any weakness on her part. She is shown as incredibly strong, brave, and clever, right from the beginning, but she was trapped in a situation with Arlong that would've been impossible for anyone to get out of alone. Now with a crew by her side, she no longer has to.
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wan-dream · 2 days
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Luffy, Nami & Sanji | ルフィ、ナミとサンジ
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bunnycuns · 2 days
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