I Haven't Seen Dancing Pumpkin Guy ONCE This Year, Are You Guys Okay?

Yes please I'm begging 🙇 this sounds so good as a concept

Sabo in Alabasta, what crimes will he witness.

I have so many thoughts about “what if Sabo was in Alabasta at the same time as Ace and Luffy?” this doesn’t even scratch the surface.

Sabo has such Sabo vibes that it would definitely cause a 🤔 but as soon as Luffy sees his scar and long hair he’d immediately forget his suspicions and run off again. And I don’t think Sabo in this state would be in any way prepared for Luffy’s Luffy-ness. 

Fruitloop Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

The Nasty Burger explosion happens, but when Danny is much older, it takes his family, friends, and countless others with it.

He is under Vlad's care for a few months, as he is 17 and still in school. Vlad is slowly getting worse and worse, caring for Danny is only slightly fulfilling his obsession, but not enough to keep the Fruitloop existing.

Dani had come rushing back to the Manor in Amity that Danny and Vlad share. Dani is destabilizing, and everything Danny and Vlad do isn't working. So Danny takes Dani to Frostbite.

One Ghost Doctor trip later, and a little interference from an old-time Ghost, Danny is in Gotham, looking for the Red Hood, as the revenants ectoplasm is needed to help Dani.

Danny and the Red Hood have a one night stand, Frostbite said that the only way to get the needed ectoplasm without harming the Red Hood is through sex, and Danny had been crushing on the 'Avenger of the Dead' after he had seen some images of the man. And since Danny is Trans, he is capable of hosting the new Halfa in his body.

Dani had been reborn, but not as the same girl she once was, as she is no longer a clone but a full person. Her new name is Elaine Jasmine Fenton. Vlad got to hold her once before the Fruitloop had passed on the next day, leaving Danny as the Heir to Dalv.co. Now, Danny has a company and the Infinite Realms/Ghost Zone to run.

A few years go by, and Elaine is almost 6. When Danny returns to Gotham to set up a branch of Dalv.co in the city, he just doesn't expect to run into the Red Hood again until the man saves their daughter from whoever decided that she was a new Wayne kid and brought her back to him(technically not wrong, but Danny doesn't know that).

Have u ever hated yourself for the bad fandom decision you've made? Cuz I sure as Fuck have! Like why is me loving solo many different fandoms at once ever been good for anyone.. I dont own enough brain cells for it yet look at me. Still fucking multi-fandom human who cant function

what if, and hear me out: sanji one day grabs zoro's hand so they could run together away from some bad guy and zoro develops a dreadfully deep seated longing to hold sanji's hand (when he's not cooking ofc). it drives him insane. he cant sleep. sanji's hand is so Soft. Why??? Why does he want to feel it again??? he wants to yell into the sunset

they're sprinting through the streets, skidding into random alleyways and falling over each other as they try to outrun whoever's chasing them and sanji's laughing, head thrown back and eyes blue as the damn sky, his hair in absolute disarray. he's beautiful and his hand is warm and slim and strong around zoro's and it hits zoro like a fucking bullet to the heart.

the memory haunts him like a particularly persistent ghost. he closes his eyes and all he can think about is sanji's fingers laced with his, lightly calloused, nails filed down to a perfect glossy sheen and skin butter-smooth from the hand cream that the cook is so adamant about using. his laugh rings in zoro's ears like the echo of a bell, merry, taunting— the swordsman is half-sure he’s losing his mind. he is one more restless night away from climbing to the top of the main mast and hollering until he scares seagulls up into the air.

as it turns out, he does not go seagull scaring. he carries on and keeps an iron grip on his self-control and acts like nothing’s wrong, because nothing’s wrong! it’s all fine! it’s all fine, who, him? peachy fuckin’ keen.

…yeah, right.

sanji’s fingertips brush his and he nearly drops the plate he’s just taken. the cook hip-checks him out of the way and he damn near chokes on a breath. they spar and he almost dies, not just because of everything, but also because sanji gets his thighs around zoro’s neck in a chokehold and zoro just gives up. throws in the proverbial towel. he doesn’t even try to get out of it.

strong, slender fingers drag him by the ear back to the men’s cabin to pick up your fucking clothes, marimo, what is this? a pigsty? because it looks like one and it smells like one, do you really expect me to— and sanji cuts himself off, because zoro’s. picking up his clothes. he looks so bewildered at the lack of protest that zoro almost laughs, and he hides it by bending down to snag a pair of pants peeking out from under his bunk. (he decidedly does not laugh, because it has suddenly hit him that he’d probably do just about anything sanji asked him to. he might complain, sure, but he’d do it—

and that is a terrifying thought to entertain.)

the days carry on, and it doesn’t get any better; hell, zoro would say it gets so much worse. his heart seems to recognise every touch of sanji’s skin as cause to go absolutely fucking bonkers; chopper literally asks him if he has arrhythmia. it’s that bad. he tried to go to sleep and imagines sanji, one bunk up, in his bunk instead, his fingers tangled in flaxen hair, his free hand laced with sanji’s. he eats dinner and gets hit with a pang of desire to help with the dishes so strong that he almost stabs himself in the face with his fork. there is something wrong with him, he thinks profoundly, a familiar sense of gloomy dread spreading in his sternum as he rests his chin in his hand, like an oil spill marbled through with potent fondness.

they’re forced to get their shit together in the end but only because luffy manages to get them locked in the galley while franky is “too occupied” to get them out. (he isn’t. he’s sunbathing on the damn deck and absolutely in on the plan.)

zoro’s barely breathing as he goes up to sanji, eyes wild, and as soon as the cook looks at him he smacks a big fat kiss on his mouth and yells OKAY BYE. he’s seriously considering jumping out the window but someone snags his collar and yanks him back, pinning him in against the countertop.

“and where do you think you’re going?” sanji purrs, but it’s breathless. his eyes are sea-sky-sapphire blue, like the heart of a flame, and zoro is the stupid little moth that was too damn dumb to fly away when he could and now he’s in the thick of it and he’s burning up, smoke drifting like it always did from the tip of sanji’s cigarette.

the edge of the counter digs into his back. “nowhere,” he breathes, and it’s a lie and too much of the truth all at once. anywhere away from here. nowhere away from you. nowhere i can’t find you. nowhere you can’t follow.

sanji sucks in a trembling breath, electric eyes searching for something in zoro’s face, and he must find it because the next moment zoro’s being kissed within an inch of his life and the only thought in his head is yes, yes, yes. finally. yes.

they walk out red-faced, hair mussed, clothes twisted, avoiding all eye contact and immediately darting off to opposite ends of the ship with mumbled excuses.

zoro’s mouth is kiss-bruised and his head is spinning. his hip aches where he’d banged into the edge of the table. his heart aches where he’s finally let go of the wound he’d been holding shut for ages because now it’s bleeding afresh and sanji hasn’t stitched it up yet.

(but that night, as he lays awake heavy-limbed and staring at the bottom of a bunk, long legs swing over the side. sanji drops down, angling himself to land on zoro with a soft oof.

they talk. it is easier, somehow, when they cannot see each other— but zoro knows those blue, blue eyes are on him. he feels them slip shut, lashes dragging against the pad of his thumb as he tilts sanji’s face for another kiss; softer, this time. gentle. a banked flame flickering in the hearth, warmth and not destruction.

they fit together like their hands do, puzzle-piece natural, and it feels like coming home. zoro hasn’t known home in a very, very long time.

he buries his face in silky, sweet-smelling hair and falls asleep with sanji’s pulse thrumming beneath his palm.

come morning, he wakes to find the sheets twisted around them, a dull ache blooming across his shin— sanji’s a kicker. being privy to this information delights him an unreasonable amount.

the cook stretches with a loud yawn, arms falling to rest around zoro’s neck as he rubs his socked feet together. “come make breakfast with me,” he mumbles, the words muffled against zoro’s shoulder—

and zoro finally lets himself laugh, lets it bubble out of him like champagne, a rumble in his chest. “sure, curly. five more minutes.”

he feels impossibly light. five minutes turn into ten, and ten into twenty. they both fall back asleep. their captain will have to settle breakfast himself for the day; their cook’s hands are, unfortunately, otherwise occupied.)

Yamato is best boi algon with ace

I just wanted to let you know in the nicest way as possible, since I seen you call Yamato a male… She’s a female, and Oda has confirmed on her Vivre card.. Luffy called her a “he” because he couldn’t tell what her gender was since she was covered up. As for Kaido, it’s because he wanted a son, she’s not trans in any way. As for Yamato she wants to be like Oda, as you seen in the recent episode of her reveal she talks so greatly about him and tells Luffy that’s why she is the she is.. Her idol.

Hi, anon!

Ok, so I wished you could have written this with your user or at least including a pronoun so I don't misgender you. Next time remember to add it so I can respect your gender identity. I will speak to you in a neutral way if you don't mind.

Then, I have to tell you that Yamato wants to be like Kozuki Oden, not Oda. Oda is Eiichiro Oda, the author of OP.

As for the "Vivre cards" I suggest you look for a good translation, because it is usually full of mistakes. But, even if the sex of Yamato is stated as femenine, that doesn't mean his pronouns have to be she/her. Sex and gender are quite different. If you need further explanation I can help you out, just send another ask and I'll be pleased to explain.

I don't know if you are a manga reader, but I suggest you to base your opinions on the MANGA not in the TOEI adaptation. Toei has committed a huge amount of mistakes since the very start. Plus, adaptations are not ALWAYS canon.

So, because I am a manga reader that reads the chapter at 6 am on Fridays (Time is released) I wanna clarify some things to you. (I put a bunch of photos from the manga and marked every time Yamato is called a HE.

Special thanks to @Transyamato on Twitter for the photos)

BEWARE THOSE WHO DON'T READ THE MANGA, YOU MIGHT FIND SPOILERS FROM NOW ON!

So,

1. Yamato calls himself as a MAN. He says: I CHOSE TO BE A MAN TOO.

2. Luffy calls him a HE even after Yamato takes his mask off. Plus, he calls him "YamaO". In japanesse the ending -aO references a way of putting a MALE NICKNAME. Another thing I want to clarify is that Luffy doesn't feel "disapointed" as the anime shows. He is suprised.

3. I don't know what is your proof for telling Kaido wanted a son. Because is never stated ANYWHERE.

4. Not only Kaido, but Queen, King, all Tobbi Roppo, Shinobu, and the WHOLE crew of the Beast Pirates call Yamato YOUNG MASTER & HE.

So, anon. I don't know if Yamato is or not trans. I don't care either, but as long as he choses to use HE/HIS pronouns I will respect them. And so you should too.

Oh, and I didn't ask for opinion. So don't waste your time mansplaining me about it!

Thank u! ♥ ~

WHAT HVE THEY BROUGHT IN TO THE WORLD (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

It's so uglyyyy

YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING.

Introducing the boyfriend who works in the government to the anarchist father and the "nobody will ever be good enough for you" father

How did u leave such precious things in the tags

lore accurate chuuya canonically drives a 2006 sparkly barbie motorcycle

Im going insane

So it's 3:15 am and I'm reading fanfiction, like a normal person, and I stumbled apon like the MHA x bungou fandom and I'm like I've read some of this shit before it slaps, so all innocently I go and find that like there is a hole sub class of people who call Ochako is Soukoku's CHILD! Like wot (⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜)... so yeah BUT THE WORST PART IS IT FUCKING WORKS! So think about it Chuuya has the ability to control gravity that is around him, Dazai can nullify anyone's ability buy touching them... and Ochako's is to nullify the gravity of the objects she touches, like it's fucking perfect.And now I have a new headcannon to how her powers work like if it were an ability, cuz abilities are way more powerful and have less drawbacks (ps tho I still don't like her in canon after the sports festival). I feel that oven it she a part of her ability doesn't actually involve her touching the object it would still be the perfect mix between Soukoku cuz like chuuya controls gravity and Dazai can cancel powers (gravity included) it would make sense that her power would only be to nullify the gravity of objects around her. Like chuuya. I rest my case.

Ps it's 3:40 am now ... what am I doing with my life -_-