TIME TRAVEL/SPEEDRUN AU MASTERPOST

one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

But what was most baffling to all that met the Pevensies after they came back was that they were kind.

Really. Not pretending, not because they were insecure. True, empathic. Far too understanding for children their age. They all have music in them.

Peter’s hands feel too small for him, but he shakes hands all the same. Gentle pressure. There is nobility behind those eyes. Eyes that always border on the supernatural sort of blue, especially in the dark.

He plays the guitar, gently coaxing otherworldly sounds out of an instrument that did not know it could be played like that. He helps his siblings with their homework, is taller much faster than his peers. Seems to take up more space, even though no one understands how a teenage boy manages that.

He doesn’t like doing nothing, ever. He instructs his classmates in grammar, gives away figures he cuts from wood with a knife that seems too sharp for a boy that small. He never hurts himself, though.

As the years pass, Peter grows strong. But he is gentle. He does not seem to be brash, even when many of his friends are. Peter keeps his emotions in check. Noble. Not undangerous, but not belligerent. Peter only ends fights, and only with people that deserve it.

He offers advice, a pat on the back. Teachers wanna dislike him, some do not like the look behind those eyes. Most find they cannot. Peter is popular with both adults and children, speaks sense and laughs often.

Peter is kind. Pious, devout. His faith is unmovable like rock. Did the kids meet God on the estate of their uncle?

Edmund plays the violin. A sad Edmund is a rare sight, but when he plays sad he can keep his whole floor awake. Somehow, Peter always finds h him quickly, effortlessly attuned to his brother’s moods. They play chess, then. Their chess master must have been a champion, Ed beats people with ease. He’s usually not smug about it.

Ed speaks politics and war in earnest, accepts critique graciously, is elegant in a way Peter never manages. Peter speaks frankly, but Edmund can wrap words up real nice. He doesn’t mince words, but his classmates grow into liking the sound of his voice. They appreciate that Edmund does not lie, even when speaking tactfully. Edmund can dial the temperature in a room, change it to suit himself.

He, too, laughs often, but Edmund is known to smirk. He likes being right and he often is. He’ll entertain anyone with a good story, always seems to have the right information to help you out. Remedies to illness, connections, job openings, how to sneak out of PE.

He’s a spider in a web. A bit reserved for a 11 year old, and oddly well-connected. A real ghost when he wants to be, but he never scares people with it.

Aslan would not approve of that. He believes in God as well, but much more intellectually. He’s got the intelligence to back it up and wit to match. A scholarly belief, but not lacking conviction.

Teachers like his enthousiasm, remember a moody nagging child when he left and see a secure young man come back.

Edmund will stand up for what is right. He gets into some trouble like that, but his verbal agility saves him always. Edmund has strong principles and will not bend them for anyone. No matter the trouble he gets in.

The bond with his brother is unbreakable. They even walk the same, chest out, left hand on their belt. They seem most at ease when fencing.

Susan was always warm and tenderhearted, but when she comes back there is a difference.

She seems to have gained authority. It’s real strange watching a 13-year old use her beauty like a grown woman, but Susan has learned to wield it, to stun people so she can creep under their skin. People LISTEN to her now.

Her wit is like a knife, but she avoids cutting deep. Susan is reasonable, and strong, and principled. The little drama others get involved in does not bother her, and she seems immune to petty insults. She has killed before, with her hands.

She will do it with kindness now. She is not very approachable ( that would be Lucy ), but she is kind. She used to mother over her brothers and sisters, but now that they have raised each other in a court full of magic she has gotten more relaxed. They listen to her on important issues, trust in her judgement. Her brothers does not deem himself more important, she is both well-spoken and well-respected by her siblings. Equal. It baffles the old men that teach her. Irritates them, too.

There is an air of mystery around her. Half a look is enough to get what she wants, Susan’s friends laud her security in herself, her Mona Lisa smile. She seems to temper moods easily, makes people feel at ease.

She most of everyone exudes royalty. It’s the grace. Susan plays the harp, her long fingers dancing across the strings like she’s had a lifetime of practice. She’s elegant, never caught off guard. Jamais faux pas.

She does not get angry. She knows who she will be. She is anxious to become an adult, yes, but she only wishes to look how she feels. Not to look differently. Yet the wish to be taken seriously, to have someone see you as an adult, it makes her surprisingly similar to her peers.

Her friends have not been old yet, is all. But Susan is calm and collected. People see her as someone you can tell a secret to. She never hurts someone, is usually a neutral party, speaks sense to adult and kids alike. She is not ignorant, however, will use every trick in the book to keep the peace. She knows when to go nuclear. Vis pacem para bellum.

Lucy is a sun in human form. She has a joie de vivre that is unmatched, is gay and golden-haired and never in a bad mood.

Lucy is kind by default, does not turn it off, does not turn it down. She’s witty and funny and quick on her feet. She has been grown before, yes, but enjoys being young for a few years more. She dances, sings old tunes. Her voice is her favorite instrument, you can usually hear Lucy coming.

Whistling a tune in the halls is known to improve the moods of everyone who hears it immensely. Young girls need to figure out who they are, but Lucy knows, knows what she’ll be and who she likes and what kind of people she wants to be around. She is not pretending, never moody. She can get sad, of course, but her older brothers and sisters are always nearby when that happens.

Lucy is genuine and fierce and convinced, immovable at times. Admired for her drive, but respected for her empathy. She speaks to everyone, often distributes flowers. There’s no naivite in her at all, she simply wishes to be like this so that the world may imitate her. She likes to see people prosper, is the first with praise.

She will go far, is the consensus. There’s steel beneath the soft exterior, Lucy has fire below the flowers. She’s well-liked and well-loved. She has love in spades, it seems, animals and stragglers and misfits and outcasts. She’s popular, her room is a good place to get a cup of tea and someone who will listen to you for some time. After a while she no longer bothers with the door.

That a heart that size fits in a girl that small is a mystery to many. Lucy does not think it is a mystery at all. It is the heart of a lion.

Her faith is as vocal as the rest of her, she sees it confirmed in all that is beautiful, all that is kind. She never tries to convert anyone but there are several people who have told her that version of God is someone they would like to know.

The Pevensies often see each other at parties, where they like to stand together. Edmund knows about everyone, everyone knows Peter, everyone likes Susan, but it is Lucy who knows everyone.

They are kind, but not weak. Peter gets his knuckles bloody sometimes, Edmund does not abide by the rules of unjust teachers. Susan and Lucy solve their problems differently but no less effective. Kindness is their usual way of operating, but they are still kings and queens. They will not allow cruelty, will not let bullies go unpunished.

They are sure of what they are and sure of what comes after death and this makes them kind. Kind , not harmless. Kind, not spineless. Kind, not ignorant. Kind, not naive.

Kind despite. Maybe kind because. The kings and queens of Narnia are proud of what they are, honour the teachings of their lion friend. Kind.

When the crash happens and three siblings die, everyone they know mourns deeply. Without them, the world is less kind.

worrying is like worshipping the problem

Zoro in episode 3:

Zoro in episode 5:

Zoro doesn’t dispute being Luffy’s first mate — because of course, he doesn’t; at this point in the story he is already devoted to following Luffy even if he hasn’t declared it yet — but when it comes to actually acting as the first mate, he needs to be told what to do. So he asks Luffy if he is okay and doesn’t actually ask about Garp and that’s it. To put it differently, he is the first mate but only in name.

Zoro in episode 7:

The possibly most integral part about Zoro’s character is that he is a man of honor and a man of his word. So after declaring his undying loyalty to Luffy, he is no longer just the first mate in name but also in his actions. This time, he doesn’t need to be told to follow Luffy, he does it on his own and without hesitation. He doesn’t ask Luffy any empty questions either but simply stands by his side. He gets ready to leave again at one point but that’s the exact moment Luffy takes to open up — because he does need Zoro there with him and of course, Zoro stays. As far as the actual conversation goes, Zoro gently questions if Luffy is doing the reasonable thing but Luffy trusts his own intuition and knowing how well that served him before, the matter ends here for Zoro. He trusts Luffy and his course of action.

Luffy really said “I need you, Zoro” and Zoro in turn vowed to stand by his side forever. And he does; he honors his word.

luffy’s constant connections to anchors (e.g. his iconic anchor shirt, shank’s nickname for him) and him becoming an anchor for every strawhat.

he is definitely as good as an anchor in the sea, but he equally keeps his crew steady and afloat. for characters like zoro, brook and robin- they were aimless and simply going through the motions of life before him, like a boat would continue to sway on the open seas without one. their isolation was instantly lost with their admission into the crew, they had something to love and to anchor themselves to.

the way he gave his hat to nami in arlong park, supporting her as she fell into despair. he anchored her in quite a literal way and brought her back to him. for sanji, luffy refusing to eat in wci if it was not sanji’s food. even at the cost of himself, the wear of starvation, being in the center of enemy territory. he jumped completely into dark and scary waters to give sanji reassurance, he could not be the pirate king without him. for chopper in drum island, as luffy held up doctor hiriluk's flag when the connecting pole broke from explosion. for jinbe, as luffy’s offer to join his crew remained unconditional- a home that would not waver, to strive for. for every member in so many ways, whether small, monumental or everyday.

i would say that it even extends past the strawhats. my mind turns to sabo, ace, koby, bartolomeo, law, etc. every person he interacts with, he acts as an unmovable beacon of everything luffy. he is a brother, a friend, an ally, an enemy, an idol, all with such an unshakable certainty. he has the certainty of the sun, rising each morning and setting each evening, he has the certainty of an anchor.

even in his steady personality, he is assurance. there is very, very little that sways luffy, his smile is a guarantee as much as his kindness and support for others is. shanks was right, luffy is an anchor. what a wonderful anchor he is

morning dream 🌿

Then there's this portrait of Claude that just takes up an entire effing wall somewhere in the Emerald Palace

reaching for the skies

partners 💙🧡

Nalu AU where the Eclipse Gate worked exactly the way it was supposed to.

Anna Heartfillia travelled through the portal with the dragon slayers in the year X777, meeting Layla and all her Celestial Spirits on the other side. Layla insisted Anna raised the dragon slayers on the sprawling Heartfillia property, in the woods surrounding the estate.

She would take her daughter, Lucy, with her to visit Anna and the children, bringing gifts at Christmas and birthdays, taking sweets and cakes throughout the summer months so the children could play while she sought advice from her wise ancestor.

Lucy was frightened but enamoured by these strange, powerful children; and looked forward to visiting them with her mother. Especially the little fire dragon who had more energy than the others combined, and who would smile wider than anyone when she would take little baskets of treats for them.

She was never to go alone though, the woods are dangerous, and easy to get lost in. One night though, after an argument with her father, she snuck out and ran, as far as she could, into the dark, cold winter's night. She got lost in the woods, turned about by thick rows of identical black tree trunks, and soon she couldn't even see the stars.

She sat down on the dirty, cold ground and cried and cried. Alone, lost, terrified. Until she saw a golden flicker in the night, a flame that stood out against the inpenetrable darkness, and grew closer and closer. Natsu found her, with his unwavering bubbly spirit. "Are ya lost Lucy? C'mon don't cry! I'll take you home! I knew I smelt something funny out there."

He did take her home, and their friendship grew. Soon she just had to call from her window, no matter what time, and she'd see a little flame outside in the grounds. He'd take her on adventures, show her birds' nests, fishing spots, a strange egg he found that hatched into a little flying blue cat, and hollowed out trees they could just about fit in together.

As they grew older, her wanderlust never stopped, and they'd venture out further, into towns and villages, where there was always some issue that required both his magic power and her intelligence to solve. They'd pour over Sorcerer Weeklys together, and one guild kept appearing. Fairy Tail.

After her mother died in X790, Jude drew into his work further, neglecting Lucy unless he needed her to appear in a lavish ballgown in front of esteemed business guests. She saw Natsu less and less, until one winter's night, a year later, her mother's keys around her hip, everything she cared about in a little pink backpack; she called out to him, frightened it had been so long and he wouldn't respond. Then, she saw that little glowing flame and all her worries disappeared. She asked him to run away with her, their hearts set on one place. Magnolia. Fairy Tail.