When We Were Kids

more strawheart alliance shenanigans

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

Selkie Sanji (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The last one is a comic wip! I can only hope I lock in and finish it XD

yeah

The fact that Sanji was living some of the worst days of his entire existence on Whole Cake Island while at the same time Zoro was living his best life in Wano will never not be amusing to me

sanji is very much over his bs

The “I Love You” Language Barrier Jayce is affectionate. Viktor is… Viktor

slay bitches

The white lead left Law with scars. Patches of skin that never repigmented. Streaks of white in his hair. Even though he's not sick anymore, he'll still get looks sometimes. And for a long time he hid. Wore long sleeved shirts to cover his arms and chest, pulled his hat down as far as he could to hide as much of his hair and face as possible.

And at some point something angry and far too fragile in him shifted.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his complacency that let his home die. Let everybody else see it. Let them be uncomfortable. Let them see that he's survived.

So he goes around with his shirt open. Shows off all the scars. Tries not to be so afraid of taking off his hat and showing his face.

Except it still feels like shame. He still doesn't like it.

And then there's Luffy. Luffy who has no boundaries and endless curiosity. Luffy who stares at his scars out of something other than fear. Luffy who has no issues with grabbing his arms and tracing his fingers over the white patches. Pushing his hat back to see his face and tug on the streaks in his hair.

Luffy who unlocks what he looks like when he's most free and looks at Law. Tugs on his own black-hair-turned-white. And tells him 'Torao! Look! We match!'