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daemonchainz · 2 years
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I like how he said “pain in my ass” and not “pain in the ass” 
He’s really not trying to hide it anymore is he? Be proud Sanji, it’s pride month.
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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 4 months
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quite minor, but it made me giggle- so, many of wano's samurai tend to end their sentences with でござる/~de gozaru, a somewhat antiquated version of 'to be' (which normally would just be ~aru/~iru). the japanese word for monkey, meanwhile, is saru (like kizaru).
so the monkey mink bariete, when he speaks, ends his sentences with でごサル/~de gosaru.
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kookoofufu · 7 months
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Every time Oda has drawn goofy personified weapons/clothing/sideboob in SBS (so far)
Sidenote, I adore these fan designs of Mihawk's swords. justice for Tokaguhi
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nanamiiiiiiin · 3 years
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It’s not anything new, but NAMI I LOVE YOU
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pokeharvest · 3 years
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Chopper has never been prouder 😌
((click for better quality))
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usopps-froggy-hat · 3 years
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i know he’s not a doctor but did sanji just wrap up zoro’s swords inside his bandage cocoon with him ??
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one-piecee · 3 years
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another amazing scene in this chapter, nami coming through like always.
"How can I run from someone that raises a hand against a child?"
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bunsinyoface · 3 years
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Because Sanji, you will not fight girls. So, Oda-sensei has blessed you with some nice ass men.
Also, just look at how Law was bona fide ready to be caught like a princess. Basically, he was like "catch me, bitch. I'm worth it"
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mindmakesmemes · 3 years
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Nami’s on the way to deliver some good ol’ justice
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I love how he classy sits anywhere
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daemonchainz · 2 years
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Excuse me LAW???! Why is he sitting like that?!
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ninhaoma-ya · 3 years
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Chapter 1012 — Itch
This chapter was a pure delight and the unparalleled highlight and thrill of my week!
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As foreseen, the scabbards are splitting up.
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If they survive. If.
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I just love Nekomamushi’s grin! He’s so severe and promising his opponents a world of pain.
Go and get that sticky creep, you crazy cat!
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And what will Momo (and the peeking Shinobu) learn? So exciting!
But seriously:
THIS was the highlight of the chapter and of the whole bloody Wano arc so far:
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EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!
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AND THIS JUST CONTINUES THE GREATNESS.
Law, sitting cross-legged on Sanji who saved them on pure instinct, before rushing to help Kid fight Big Mom (and probably save Nami and Usopp in the process). Sanji showing skill? in bandaging up Zoro. The tactical discussion between curly-brow and mosshead, without any insults. The speech bubbles and font choice for Zoro, showing how injured he is (it’d be neat to know how it was done in the originals). Zoro’s unwavering faith in Luffy.
Also:
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Got to love the weakling duo.
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ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY SHOW RESOLVE.
Nami’s love for children really shines through. And with Zeus coming their way coupled with Big Mom having a new homie (and Prometheus earlier “we should dump Zeus, wink wink nudge nudge”) — she will be able to take on Ulti!
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This was such a great chapter.
I give it eleven out of ten and a parakeet patch.
Bonus:
Cover art of Kid with tiny birbs.
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shysheeperz · 3 years
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heregoesmyname · 3 years
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NAMIIIIIIIIIII
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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years
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For Science Ch. 4
Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3
Word Count: 1012
Summary: Having finished your PhD, you were enjoying domestic life with your big green boyfriend until inspiration struck.
Tags: 99% fluff, 1% angst (Bruce is a little insecure)
After the success of your first date, you and Bruce were inseparable. You had a break between finishing your degree and starting your first job at the university, and you wanted to live it up before the pressures of research and teaching fell back on your shoulders. You basically moved into Bruce’s bungalow, enjoying the comfort of his home much more than your small apartment, as well as the wonderful company you shared there.
Domestic life with Bruce was perfect. You woke up in the morning held tightly to his chest, his broad arms holding you close, so close it was almost inescapable. His body heat kept you warm even on the coldest of nights and his gentle snoring was the perfect white noise for a deep slumber.
Bruce always remembered to set the coffee pot to automatically brew starting a few minutes after you woke up. He knew you weren’t functional before at least one cup of coffee, and the gesture never failed to make your heart swell as you smelled it brewing from bed. Wriggling out of his grasp, you dressed yourself in one of Bruce’s white undershirts. You’d never been one of those girls who could wear their boyfriend’s clothes - this was a perk of dating the Hulk!
After your first cup of coffee, Bruce finally made his appearance. Walking into the kitchen in just a pair of light blue boxers and his thick rimmed black glasses, he yawned loudly and dramatically. To anyone who didn’t know him, that would have sounded like a growl from a monster. But to you, you couldn’t help but giggle. Popping out of your chair, you padded over to greet him. Placing your hands on his broad chest, black chest hairs laced between your fingers, you popped up on your tiptoes and raised your chin to ask for a morning kiss. He wrapped one arm around your bottom and lifted you up easily, a squeak of surprise exiting your lips before they were taken between his.
Your lazy, work free days were spent together reading - Bruce, an academic journal, and you, a dramatic crime novel - or playing board games. You both had a competitive nature that made game nights exciting. You had a notepad with a tally of wins and losses on the dining room table at all times. Board games probably weren’t the best idea for someone with an anger issue, but you knew how to calm him down after a tough loss.
At night, after a delicious dinner whipped up by Chef Banner, you’d curl up on Bruce’s lap and watch a movie, usually only getting half way through before one of you fell asleep. On the nights you’d stay awake, you’d feed him pieces of popcorn as he played with your hair. Often you’d find yourself staring up at him, his green skin illuminated by the glow of the television screen, his clear eyes focused on the events playing themselves out on the film. He really was the most handsome man, even if you were the only one who could see it. When he caught you staring, he’d smile his signature wide grin and pull your face to his. He loved you so much.
Your first day as a real professor had finally come. You had picked out the perfect dress - it made you feel strong and confident and professional. You reached behind you to grab the zipper, but it fell just out of reach. “Hey babe!” You shouted, trying to get Bruce’s attention from the living room. He had been dressed and ready for almost an hour, patiently waiting to carpool to work together. You heard him walk through the house, finding you in the closet you had somehow made your own. “Wow,” Bruce sighed. “You look incredible.” He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your front and kissing your cheek. Your face got hot with the compliment. “Thank you. But I can’t reach the zipper. Can you help me?” He laughed. “I’d rather not, but I know you don’t want to be late.” He placed a kiss at the top of your spine before reaching for the small, dainty zipper which sat at the base of your spine. Dragging it upwards, he reached a point at your hips where the zipper met resistance. He pulled harder, a look of concentration spread across his face. And then - a ripping noise.
You gasped, turning around so your back was to the mirror. Looking over your shoulder you saw the zipper had separated from the fabric, the delicate fibers frayed, a hole where there should not have been one. “Bruce!” You shrieked loudly. “What am I supposed to wear now?” You were panicking, rummaging through the dresses you had kept at his house, none as perfect as the one he had just ripped. “Y/n, I’m so sorry, I pulled too hard I…” he rubbed his hands over his face and started to breathe heavily. “I ruined everything, I’m so worthless, I can’t even help you with the smallest thing without ruining it, I don’t even know why you’re with me..” That comment drew your attention away from your panic. “Bruce, baby, it’s okay. You’re not worthless! You just don’t know your own strength -“ he cut you off. “No, what if I hurt you or what if he comes back…I…I can’t let that happen.” He turned and left, heading to the front door. You rushed after him. “Bruce! Stop!” It was too late - he had left, slamming the door behind him.
Seeing Bruce walk out that door, so discouraged and upset…it broke your heart. He had brought you so much joy and happiness over the last year. There had to be a way to show your appreciation, to get him to feel the support you felt from him. It was in that moment, in the silence of the living room, the room still vibrating from the roughly slammed front door, that you had an idea.
You were going to find a way to revert Bruce to his fully human form.
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usopps-froggy-hat · 3 years
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i’m obsessed with yamato and his little momo doll
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