Uh, hello, everyone. I am a long-time simmer and long-time poster of Tumblr, and I decided that I wanted to create a legacy challenge, based on the love of my life, One Piece!
I have also made a base game friendly version, which I'll link below, for anyone who may not have all the packs. I'm debating on making a video series though I haven't a clue on how to do that, but I love watching Legacy challenges and after completing the Not So Berry Challenge, I was inspired!
Please let me know if you have any questions! and if you'd like to see me make something about this idk I'm definitely going to do my own playthrough, though!
Tag me if you do this! I'd love to see it!
Generation 1- Strawhat Monkey D. Luffy
A whirlwind of cheerful chaos and fun, this is the groundwork of our legacy with quirky friendships, spontaneous adventures, and that sometimes, the simplest of desires can lead to the grandest of journeys.
Traits: Adventurous. Glutton, childish.
Appearance: The Only requirements are to dress in Red, must be a teen sim when you start the legacy. Gender does not matter.
Career: Freelance Career. Your pick of career choice(freelance, or odd jobs), or just live off the land selling collectables and such!
Aspiration- Jungle explorer.(Optional Friend of the World if you complete Jungle Explorer
Requirements:
Max Video Gaming & Comedy
At least 8+ in fitness, charisma, and mischief
Reach 5 stars in the odd jobs, Level 10 Freelance Career of choice or just continue to live off the land and sell stuff to make money and not have a real job!)
Complete Aspiration (At least jungle explorer)
Have at least 10+ good friends.
Eat 15 dishes from various locations
MUST have an "oops" baby with a non-serious partner (Our Gen 2 heir)
Generation 2- Swordsman (Or woman!) Roronoa Zoro
You're the product of a one-night stand, and you grew up adventuring with your parent! However, you lacked discipline, and while that was mostly nice as a kid, you decided to take a different approach as an adult. Unlike your parent, you are also a bit of a loner.
Traits: Hot-headed, loner, active.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in green. Gender does not matter.
Career: Officer (Military Branch)
Aspiration- BodyBuilder.
Requirements:
Max Fitness Skill.
+8 logic and handiness.
6+ Wellness.
Reach level 10 in the Military career (officer branch)
Complete Aspiration bodybuilder
Spend 3 hours (in game) a day in skill building
Must have 1 deep rivalry.
Cannot sleep in a bed more than 3 times a week. (rely on naps!)
No cooking, quick meals and leftovers only!
Must meet their partner at the gym.
Must go to a different location before going to the destination (Example, if going to the gym, must go to a different lot first. This is a nod to Zoro getting lost)
The parenting will be done by Zoro Sims' partner primarily. Must have 2 kids. (Nojiko & Nami)
Generation 3- Cat Burglar Nami
You are the second born in this generation (Surprise!) You are very close to your sibling, and your maternal*, but your paternal* parent were always busy training, so you found yourself being a little more...Rebellious. You have everything you could ever want, but you'd like a better relationship with your dad*
*This was just easier for the story to gender specify. Zoro Sim does not need to be male/female
Traits: Materialistic, genius, kleptomaniac.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in orange. Gender does not matter.
Career: Criminal (Oracle Branch)
Aspiration- Fabulously Wealthy
Requirements:
Max Logic, mischief & Gardening skills
8+ in Painting and Charisma
Reach level 10 in the Criminal Career (Oracle Branch)
Complete Aspiration Fortune Collector
Steal one item (successfully) at each location visited.
Have an "orange" Garden. (At least 10 lemon trees (because there are no oranges and lemons are a citrus) and various other orange plants/flowers)
Must be best friends with older sibling.
Must marry a wealthy/materialistic Sim
Generation 4: Sniper Usopp
Summary: This generation is a true hero in disguise. Born a natural coward, they possess a vivid imagination and an unparalleled talent for storytelling. While prone to stretching the truth, their heart is always in the right place, driven by a deep loyalty to their friends and an unwavering belief in their own potential to become a brave warrior
Traits: Creative, goofball, handy
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in yellow. Gender does not matter.
Career: Writer (author)
Aspiration- Nerd brain (Secondary best selling author if you are ambitious!)
Requirements:
Max Writing, handiness, logic
+8 Comedy and/or mischief.
Reach level 10 in the Author career.
Complete Aspiration (A least nerd brain, bonus points if you can do best-selling author too)
Craft 5 unique items via the woodworking table.
Write 5 Children/fantasy books.
Have at least 3 children's friends. (Referencing the Usopp Pirates)
Marry your childhood best friend, and have at least 5 kids (to represent Sanji and the Vinsmoke's )
Brave warrior of the sea! Complete 5 courageous acts through young adult to adult phases of life. (Overcome 5 fears in game, and or other various heroic things**)
Other Heroic things: Putting out fires, standing up to a bully Sim etc.
Generation 5- Blackleg Sanji
You grew up in a hectic family, having four other siblings. You aren't particularly close to any of them, unfortunately. You love cooking and baking, and you love love.
Traits: Foodie, romantic, lovebug.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in blue Gender does not matter.
Career: Chef Career.
Aspiration- Master Chef. (optional- Soulmate if you manage to complete the first)
Requirements:
Age up to young adult with the good manners trait.
Max Cooking, baking, gourmet and mixology.
+8 fitness and logic
+6 of herbalism.
Reach level 10 in the Chef/Culinary career.
Complete Aspiration master chef
Cook every dish in the game. Try for the highest possible quality.
Flirt with every eligible female sim.(regardless of your main Sims gender) Be polite to every woman as well.
Make 15 different drinks.
Partner needs to be soulmate level, with at least 1 of the following traits: good, self assured, outgoing or neat.)
Number of kids is optional, but at least one for heir of gen 6.
Generation 6: Doctor Tony Tony Chopper.
Your parents made sure you were loved and supported your whole life, making sure you knew you were loved and that you could be anything you wanted. You wanted to make sure you gave as much as you were given.
Traits: Childish, Genius, Animal Lover.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in pink. Gender does not matter.
Career: Max Dr. career OR run a 5 star vet clinic.
Aspiration- Friend of the Animals. (Optional, nerd brain, master of the herbs if you complete the first)
Requirements:
Max wellness, pet training, logic and herbalism
(optional) Max Veterinarian skill. Only a requirement if you go with the vet clinic.
Reach level 10 the doctor career, OR have a 5 star clinic.
Complete Aspiration friend of the animals.
You must have at least 2 pets in your household at once. They must also be well cared for, trained and loved.
You must be friends with your neighbors pets too!
You must have 1 sweet treat a day.
Create herbal remedies 3-5 a week.
Partner must be good and or love animals.
Only have 1 kid.
Generation 7- Archeologist Nico Robin
Your Doctor parent inspired you to be just as smart, but you cared less about patients, and more about the historical side of things. You loved learning how things work, and the history of it. You read so many books about everything, and seem to know a little too much about everything.
Traits: Genius, Bookworm, macabre
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in purple. Gender does not matter.
Career: Education- Professor Branch
Aspiration- Archeology Scholar
Requirements:
Max Archeology,thanatology , logic, Flower arranging
+8 Research and Debate
6+ Charisma & mischief
Reach level 10 in Education- Professor Branch
Complete Aspiration Archeology Scholar
Read +50 Books
Earn a degree in History
Complete 2 Collection challenges of your choice*
Must have two kids, representing Iceburg and Franky.
Marry a Handy sim to represent "Tom" for Franky's gen.
*pick from Fossils, crystals, postcards and ancient artifacts.
Generation 8- Shipwright Franky
You grew up without much parental supervision, finding solace and purpose in crafting and building. A true eccentric with a heart of gold, you possess an unyielding passion for creation and a flair for the dramatic.
Traits: Handy, Childish, Cringe
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in light blue & Only wear bold outfits. Gender does not matter.
Partner should have 1-2 traits (Good, creative,outgoing, music lover)
Generation 9- Soul King Brook
You are a musician at heart, bringing joy and a unique brand of humor wherever you go. Despite your unusual circumstances and a certain affinity for the macabre, you cherish life and friendship above all else, always ready with a performance or a terrible, yet charming, joke. You live to spread music and laughter, even beyond the grave.
Traits: Cheerful, musical genius, goofball
Appearance: Dress in black/white Gender does not matter.
Career: Musician (Pianist)
Aspiration- Musical Genius
Requirements:
Max Guitar, piano, violin, singing and comedy
+8 mischief.
Reach level 10 in music career.
Complete Aspiration Musical Genius
Perform 20 live performances.
Write and perform 10 comedy routines.
Must have 10 friends outside of your family.
Has to tell one joke a day
Have at least one whale decoration (Laboon)
Perform 5 successful seances.
Sim MUST pass away either as a young adult or adult, and become a playable ghost. Cannot "Move on"/ let gen 10 take over until this happens.
Partner must have 1 of the following (at least): Good, music lover, family oriented, cheerful, goofball.
Generation 10- First "Son" of the Sea, Jinbe
You are a paragon of strength and honor, with a deep-seated wisdom and an unwavering sense of duty. Your life is dedicated to protecting the oceans and its inhabitants, and you serve as a mentor and guardian to those around you. With a calm demeanor and a powerful presence, you embody loyalty and the vastness of the sea itself
Traits: Good, family oriented, child of the ocean
Appearance: Dress in blue/teals Gender does not matter. (Despite son of the sea title)
Gen 2- Zoro: *In Sanji's Voice* That damn Marimo...messing everything up...
So I never considered this, but my Sim Lucy (Gen 1) Had twins. If this happens, make Kuina, Zoro's Rival. If you have triplets, Idk bro get creative LOL The kicker? Don't allow Kuina to exist past the teenage stage...To match what happens to Kuina in One Piece
Gen 4- Usopp
While Ultimately a great generation, my Sim Usoppin had not a single fear his whole life. Like not as a kid, not as a YA, and not even now as an adult. I started to realize it may not be possible to complete 5 fears, so I decided to tweak stuff.
For Usopp's "brave warrior of the sea," if you have what happened to me, Craft 10 unique items instead of 5, max out the mischief skill, and try do 8+ with fishing. (because as an adult with 5 kids, it's prolly not easy) (Side note, my Usopp Sim and his wife have 4, and she's pregnant with #5, because I had the first 4 back to back and got overwhelmed LOL)
For the love of god, making every single dish in the game was hard. I did it, and logged it in my journal, but I am taking that rule out. The hell with that lol. Make like, 15 unique dishes or something. Not grilled cheese or mac and cheese, like something more uncommon, idk.
Also, I couldn't give child Sanji romantic or love bug as a kid, so ended up giving him "good" I believe, and I think when he became a teen I gave him either flirt or love bug, and eventually got him to get the trait in game. If you can cheat it as a kid/teen thats fine., but depending on how you wanna go, you can give him the love bug trait (if you have the pack) or the romantic trait, either way is fine!
Gen 6- Chopper
Drawing a line through "be friends with your neighbors pets" because thats pretty annoying in the Sims 4. Sims 3 may be easier, and if you go the vet route like I did, its easier to befriend animals, so I'd say befriend them if you can/want. But its no longer a requirement.
I'm also taking out the "partner must have good trait" because thats too hard. If they love animals of any kind, thats good enough. Dog lover, cat lover. etc.
Gen 7- Robin
I think in my original post, I said to marry a handy sim, but I realized thats not a trait you can get without completing an aspiration so scratch that. My Robin sim has had 2 babies so far, and both are from different dads cuz baby daddy one didnt seem to want to commit and gen 8's dad being the grim reaper sounded cooler lol just my choice, dont feel like you need to do that, but it checks out with Robin!
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Summary: When Zoro fails to come home before a major storm hits, you and Sanji set out to rescue him. But as the cold sets in, you might end up the one who needs help. Luckily, Sanji and Zoro know exactly how to warm you up.
Content: Fem!Reader, Huddling For Warmth then Fucking for Warmth (in that order), Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Outdoor Sex
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“Stop worrying, he’ll be alright.” Sanji’s voice is gentle, as is his hand on your shoulder as he tries to lead you back inside. His thumb brushes against your lip, which you realize with a start you’ve been chewing on. “The idiot’s strong, he can handle a little snow.”
“It’s more than a little,” you mutter, brushing off his hand and pressing yourself against the railing of the Sunny. Nami had warned everyone they needed to be back to the ship before sunset to avoid a huge storm front rolling in, and everyone had listened attentively. Except, of course, for your swordsman, who is nowhere to be found. “What if he’s lost?”
“He’s definitely lost,” murmurs Usopp, voice muffled behind his scarf. “But he’s been lost in worse situations before, he’ll be fine.”
“See, angel? He can handle himself. We need to get you inside before you freeze. You’re already shivering.” Sanji’s eyes and voice are so soft, so convincing, and his hands are so warm, but you can’t help but imagine Zoro freezing to death in a ditch somewhere. He can handle any enemy, you’re sure, but no man can fight the elements. Especially not shirtless with nothing but his swords and a flask of sake.
“I’m gonna go after him.”
“You’re what?” Usopp sounds nauseous at the idea.
“You are not,” Sanji insists, voice more authoritative than he’s ever used with you. “It’s dangerous out there, and you’re not superhuman like him. You have terrible circulation, you’re halfway frostbitten just standing here. You’ll freeze in that storm!”
“So will he! He’s not invincible, no matter how hard he tries to convince everyone he is. I’m gonna find him, and either we’ll come back to the ship or take shelter in the village. But he’ll never find his way back on his own, he’ll probably walk into the ocean by accident or something.” You pry your freezing cold fingers from the railing, shoving them into your pockets and taking purposeful steps toward the plank. You know you should pack supplies, or get a better coat at the very least, but if the crew unites to stop you there’s no way you’ll make it off of the ship. Nami will tie you down before she lets you risk yourself like that. Your best bet is rushing off before anyone can stop you. Sanji and Usopp won’t hold you back, no matter how worried they are.
You’re surprised to feel Sanji’s hands on you again, fingers tightening firmly against your arm. “Absolutely not. It’s not safe.”
“You take risks for this crew every day, you can’t stop me from taking my own.”
“I–” He huffs, clearly frustrated. “I’m not going to stop you. I’m coming with you.”
“What?” You and Usopp chorus, your voice hopeful, his horrified.
“Just give me a second to grab you a thicker coat and some gloves, at the very least. I’m not sending you out into a storm underdressed and alone.” He chews on his cheek, turning something over in his head, light behind his eyes dimmed, and you almost feel guilty dragging him off with you. The image of Zoro, buried beneath the snow, only one single callused hand reaching out of the bank into the sky quickly alleviates the feeling.
“We need to hurry.”
“We will.”
And he does. He may not have any sense of urgency for Zoro, but he seems to know if he takes a second too long you’ll dash off into the distance alone. He returns with a scarf and gloves for you, as well as a puffy coat in your size that you’ve never seen before in your life. He wraps you up so tightly you can hardly feel your arms, but you can’t bring yourself to scold him once you notice the slight tremor in his hands. He’s so worried for you, so afraid of what could happen, but he’s coming with you anyway. He can fuss as much as he wants if it helps him. “Thank you.”
“Of course, angel.” His eyes aren’t on you when he speaks, which is a rarity for him. They’ve fixed on the clouds rolling in on the horizon, engulfing the mountain you’re heading toward. There’s a slight wrinkle in his forehead, one you fight the urge to reach out and smooth.
“We should probably get going, huh? The longer we wait the worse our chances of finding him are.” You offer him your hand, which he takes gratefully, squeezing you once. You don’t know if it’s to comfort you or himself.
“Yeah, we should.” He sets a quicker pace than usual, one you hate to admit you struggle to keep up with. He’s normally wonderfully attentive when you’re together, always hyperaware of every thought and feeling you have, but now he’s on a mission. You suspect he’s more worried about Zoro than he’ll admit, and adding on his self-imposed duty to protect you, you imagine he’s probably pretty overwhelmed.
You start in the village at the base of the mountain, asking the few villagers brave enough to venture out if they’ve seen a large man with green hair.
“Nope, haven’t seen anyone like that. Hey, you two are foreigners, right? You should get inside before you lose your chance.”
“No, I haven’t. Are you sure you should be out right now?”
“Haven’t seen anyone like that. Do you two need somewhere to stay? The inn might be full, but I have an extra room. You shouldn’t stay out in this.”
You feel yourself losing hope with every rejection, but a petite old woman somehow says exactly what you needed to hear.
“That swordsman? Yeah, I saw him this morning climbing up the mountain. Told him it was stupid with the storm rolling in, and he told me to mind my business. What a rude little thing. He’s probably freezing to death up there.”
“He went up the damn mountain?” Sanji is usually loath to raise his voice in front of a woman, but he looks about ready to wring Zoro’s neck. “Why the hell would he do that?”
“Said something about training? I don’t know, probably up there sitting under waterfalls or cutting trees in half, or something else foolish. If he hasn’t come down yet, he probably won’t. It’s hard enough to get up there in fair weather, it’s nearly impossible in a storm. You two should stop looking and take shelter.”
“Thanks for the advice, ma’am, but we’re not going to abandon our friend for being stupid. If we did that, we’d hardly have any left.” You grip Sanji’s hand tighter, and he accepts it without complaint. “Is there anywhere up the mountain he might have taken shelter if he came to his senses?”
“If? Not when? God, kids these days. He’d probably take the main path up, it leads to a nice clearing with plenty of room to run around, and it’s pretty close to the waterfall. There’s a cave behind it he could have ended up in, plus a few cliffs that could block the worst of the snowfall. But I really can’t endorse you going up there to get yourselves killed.”
“We appreciate the concern, ma’am, but we’re tougher than we look, I promise.” Sanji gives a brilliant smile, the same one he gives every woman, but you know him well enough to see the strain at the edges. “We’ll make sure to get him as soon as we can, and take shelter as soon as possible. Thank you so much for your help.”
“Hm. Well, it’s no problem. You two stay safe, alright? It wouldn’t be right if you got yourselves hurt trying to help your friend. He made his own choices.” She gives you both a look of pity before moving on, marching her way home before the snow comes down so quickly she can’t see in front of her.
“I’m gonna kill that mosshead when we find him.”
You want to scold him, but this really is stupidity beyond the pale. “I won’t stop you.”
“That means a lot, dearest.” He lifts your hand to rub it against his cheek, and you ignore the rapid beating of your heart to focus on your mission. Zoro is in trouble. For once, you can save him, instead of him saving everyone else at the cost of himself.
The trek up the mountain is…unpleasant, to say the least. The snow is coming down harder with every passing second, and it wasn’t exactly a smooth walk up in the first place. You nearly twist your ankle a dozen times before Sanji finally gives up.
“I’m carrying you.” His arm is around your waist before you can protest.
“What? No!”
“I’m sorry, angel, but you’re going to hurt yourself, and it’ll be faster this way. And the faster we get to Zoro, the faster we’re out of this.” For maybe the first time in his life, Sanji ignores your request and pulls you into his arms. You’re pressed against his toned chest, your face pressed directly against the buttons of his shirt, shielded against the wind. You squeak in surprise, but you can’t bring yourself to be angry with the pace he’s pushing himself to. He clearly wants to find Zoro just as quickly as you do, even if you suspect your reasons are slightly different.
“God, why couldn’t he have left a trail of footprints or something? If he was going to get lost on a snowy mountain, the least he could do is make it easy for us.” You can feel his grumble in his chest.
“I’m sure if we tell him next time he’ll stomp as he walks up.”
“He damn well better. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you answer immediately, before even beginning to assess your condition.
“Try that again.”
You take a second, reconnecting with your body and doing a full scan top to bottom. You’re shivering violently, your teeth chattering in a way you thought only happened in cartoons. “I’ve…been better. But I’ll be okay, we can keep going.”
Sanji lets out a dissatisfied hum but doesn’t press the issue any further, which is the best you could hope for. “I’m going to make him pay for making you suffer like this.”
“Is being stranded in a horrible snow storm not enough?”
“No.” His answer is nearly instant, and you can’t help but laugh. How very…Sanji of him.
“I hope he’s okay,” you whisper.
“...I’m sure he will be.”
You notice he doesn’t use the present tense, but you’re too focused on trying not to shiver to push him.
You don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes, hours, god, it could even be days. The cold seems eternal, the snow neverending. You can’t see more than a foot in front of you, if that. Sanji’s footsteps are confident, assured, but you don’t know how he could possibly know what’s in front of you.
“I think we’re close.”
You pull your head away from his chest to look at his face. His cheeks and nose are red and chapped, the cold clearly doing a number on him, but he’s doing better than you, at least. “How do you know?”
“I just do. Just hold on for a little longer, okay?” He tightens his grip on you, shoes digging further into the snow with determination. You have no idea what he sees or feels, but you trust him implicitly. Zoro must be close.
The ground changes from snow to stone, and you stop being pelted with snowflakes. You can hear water nearby. You can’t bring yourself to lift your head from Sanji’s chest, eyelids heavy and body cold. “Are we in a cave?”
“Yeah, we are, and the idiot is definitely here. I can smell him.” There’s a slight shaky chuckle in his voice, and you know the joke was definitely for your sake more than his. You can’t bring yourself to laugh, but you hope he feels the impression of your smile against his chest.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Hearing the voice of Roronoa Zoro sounds like coming home. You hear shuffling, and suddenly there’s a third hand against your back. “And what the hell did you bring her here for? She shouldn’t be out in this storm.”
You can feel every muscle in Sanji’s body tense. “Yeah, dumbass, I fucking know! But she was so worried she couldn’t stand it, and I couldn’t convince her to stay on the ship! Be grateful she cares enough about you to get like this in the first place!”
Zoro makes a choked noise in his throat, one you pretend not to notice, simply curling in further to Sanji’s intoxicating warmth. “She…she insisted on coming out here?”
“Yeah, asshole, so be grateful. And get a fire going or something, she’s freezing.”
“I tried,” Zoro snaps, “But the wood is all wet from the damn snow.”
You can feel Sanji walk a few more feet before you’re both on the ground, you cradled carefully in his lap. “Well we need to figure something out. We can’t leave her like this for the whole storm.”
“Aren’t you cold?” It comes out as little more than a whisper, but you know they both heard you.
Sanji makes a noise resembling a whimper. “We’re alright, angel, don’t you worry about us. We found Zoro, we did exactly what you wanted. So rest now, okay? We’ve got it.”
“What the cook said. We’re okay, don’t worry.” Gentleness doesn’t come naturally to a seasoned fighter like Zoro, and you can feel him fighting his every instinct as he speaks, but by god does he manage. A large hand presses against your head, a normally stern voice soft in your ear. “You don’t need to worry about us. It’ll take more than a little cold to take us down.”
“I think this is more than a little.” You press into the warm hand against your head, and your arms wrap around Sanji without you thinking about it.
“You might be right about that, but still,” Sanji insists, “We’ll be alright. Just focus on staying awake and keeping warm, okay?”
“I’m okay, I’m not all that cold,” you murmur, “I can hardly feel it.”
“That’s worse,” Zoro says bluntly. Judging from the noise of pain he makes, Sanji kicked him for the comment. “It is worse!”
“It’ll be okay, princess. We’ve got you.” Sanji sighs quietly, a noise of resignation, before you hear something you never thought you would. “Get over here, mosshead. We need your warmth.”
“What?”
“She’s freezing, she needs more heat, you've got some. Get over here before I come to my senses.” He’s speaking through gritted teeth, clearly not thrilled at the prospect. Something hard and warm presses against your back, and before you know it, Zoro’s chin is resting on your shoulder, his chest against your shoulderblades.
“Only for her,” he mutters softly.
“Yeah,” Sanji snaps, pulling you impossibly closer. You can’t help but sigh at the warmth surrounding you, the comforting hardness of the two men you care about most in the world. You feel them both relax at the sound of your pleasure, and you can’t help but shift to get more comfortable.
You never thought you would hear Zoro make a noise so…pathetic.
“Stop that,” he snaps quietly, beginning to shift away from you. You can’t help the absolutely pathetic whine that escapes you, and he stops in his tracks.
“Let her do what she wants,” Sanji insists, his voice similarly tight.
“Is this what you wanted the whole time, you pervert? I’m not gonna let this happen while she’s vulnerable.”
“You idiot, we need to stay strong for her. She’s trying to get comfortable. Our feelings don’t matter. Overcome your body. Isn’t that part of your training?”
“A woman grinding on me isn’t training, moron!”
Oh.
In your haze, you kept pushing deeper and deeper into them, and only just now have you realized the consequences of this. With Sanji against your front and Zoro against your back, you’ve been shoving your chest further into Sanji’s, and your ass against Zoro’s crotch. There’s two hard objects pressing against you right now, and you have a feeling you know what they both are. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, I’m just so cold–”
“Don’t worry about us, angel. You just focus on staying warm.” Sanji’s voice is so gentle, so kind, but there’s a shake beneath it, a heat you recognize.
“Y–yeah, don’t worry about us.” Zoro, not one to be outdone, pulls you closer against him, pressing your wet shirt further against you. There’s a heat seeping through, of course, but you can’t help but whine at the discomfort. The snow that was pelting you before has melted into the fabric, trapping the cold against your skin. You shift again, trying to alleviate the feeling, but there’s nothing to be done. As long as you’re wearing this coat and these pants, the horrible tight stickiness and persistent cold won’t leave.
But obviously, you can’t strip in front of your crewmates. You don’t even have anything to change into.
You sit for a few minutes in tense silence before Sanji speaks up. “Are you warming up at all?”
You want to lie, to deny the reality you’ve realized, but you can’t quite bring yourself to die for your pride. “I–I don’t think so. My clothes are wet, so–”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t realize,” Sanji mutters, full of apology.
Zoro, his bluntness welcome in this moment, says exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Oh my god, take them off, idiot!”
“You can’t say that to a lady, idiot!” You don’t know if you’ve ever heard Sanji so angry. “You can have my suit jacket, angel–”
“Your suit is also soaked, idiot cook! It will just make it worse. Do you want her to freeze for propriety?”
“I’m surprised you even know that word, you brute! God forbid I value her privacy–”
“She can have as much privacy as she wants six feet under, but I bet she would prefer to live! Isn’t skin to skin better for retaining warmth anyway?”
Sanji goes quiet at that, and you lift your head to see the conflict in his eyes. Lust, decency, and his desire to protect you are battling, and you can’t tell who’s winning.
“Sanji?”
“Yes, dear?” His eyes just barely manage to focus on you.
“It’s okay. I trust you guys.”
You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a man hornier in your life. He looks like he’s won the lottery, even with the small doubts still lingering in his mind. Zoro clearly has his doubts as well, but you can see he’s far more focused on solutions to your problems than his own feelings on them.
“I’m gonna strip you now, is that okay?” Zoro hands are already reaching for the button on your jeans, and you just barely manage to nod. Zoro’s hands are as unsteady as you’ve ever seen them, not as confident on your waistband as they are the hilt of a blade, but he peels back the fabric inch by inch just fine.
In contrast, Sanji’s hands are quick and confident as they unzip your coat, removing your arms from the sleeves just as delicately as he tucked them in. He places your coat to the side, quickly removing your shirt in a similar fashion, leaving you in just your bra and underwear pressing against his wet shirt and pants, along with Zoro’s wet bottoms.
“Better?” You don’t know if you’ve ever heard Zoro so unsure.
“A little. You guys are still kind of wet, and I think it got all the way down to–” You cut yourself off, scolding yourself mentally. They’re only slightly damp, and the two men around you are as uncomfortable as it is. You don’t need to push it. You’ll survive with stiff nipples and a cold ass for a few hours.
Suddenly Sanji and Zoro chuckle, and you’re reminded that you’re surrounded by two of the strongest demons on the Grand Line. You can feel the rumble of laughter in their chests.
Zoro speaks first, hardly a trace of his initial hesitation remaining. “Oh, is that so? You need something else to stay warm?”
“Do you know what you’re asking for, angel?” Sanji’s voice is tense, controlled, and ready to break at any moment. His hands are against your waist, his eyes boring into yours. There’s a fire behind them, one that matches the intensity of the man behind you. There’s no sign of their earlier tension, too focused on you to remember their eternal fight.
Part of you still hesitates, the sane part that knows this is going to change a lot more than you’re ready for. But you’re so very cold, they’re so very warm, and a larger part of you has wanted this for a very long time. “I do.”
Your underwear is off before you even realize they’ve started moving. Sanji’s hands engulf your chest, his palms warm against your cold nipples. Zoro’s lips are against your neck, warm and comforting, before his teeth scrape against your skin, making you squeak. You can feel him smile against you.
Sanji’s still in his dress pants, though his shirt has disappeared. Your hands wander across his chest, admiring the hair painted across it and the way it emphasizes his pecs. You can feel Zoro’s massive chest pressed against your bare back, still slightly damp from the snow, soft relaxed muscle pressing against your shoulder blades. There’s something hard pressing both against your front and back, only separated from you by a few flimsy pieces of fabric. You think you’d kill a man to feel them both at once.
“Please–” You hardly get out the word before Sanji’s lips are against yours, swallowing your plea as his hands leave your breasts just long enough to let Zoro squeeze them. The swordsman is breathing heavily against your ear, his hips rutting just once against your ass. You moan, allow Sanji’s tongue to dart between your lips. You hear the sound of a belt unbuckling, or perhaps that was two? Zoro’s hands are pinching your nipples, making you whine, and making it really hard to concentrate on anything but the heat rapidly overtaking your body.
“We’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.” Zoro’s voice is husky as he pants, nose nuzzling lightly against your head. He squeezes you again, once, twice, rutting against you again, and you realize with a start there’s nothing between you anymore. Did Sanji take off his pants for him?
Maybe they’re better at working together than you give them credit for.
Sanji finally pulls back to breathe, letting you gasp for the air you’ve desperately needed but absolutely refused to pull back for. Light headed and dizzy, you lean forward, pressing your face directly between Sanji’s pecs. They’re somehow both soft and firm, perfectly sized, and, most importantly, very, very warm. You don’t even realize you’re nuzzling into him until you hear his laughter. “I think she has a favorite, mosshead.”
“Yeah, right! She hasn’t had the choice yet, idiot, you’ve had her pressed against your chest since you got here. She has no idea what she’s missing out on.”
“She just has discerning taste. Unfortunate for you, huh?”
Maybe they aren’t great at working together after all. You giggle, and that might be the last mistake you ever make. You feel their attention shift back to you, two predators no longer pulled away from their prey.
“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Zoro almost says it like an insult, but the way his hand slides across your stomach is almost heartbreakingly tender. “I think that means we haven’t been doing our jobs, huh, cook?”
“I think you’re right, mosshead. Clearly we aren’t taking good enough care of her if she can be distracted like that.” Something warm and hard rubs directly against your clit, making your head shoot up as you gasp and jump back, directly into Zoro’s crotch. “That’s more like it.”
Zoro nips at your neck again as his hand reaches lower, parting your lips and exposing you to both of them. “You shouldn’t be the only one with a view, hm?”
You think the cold might be making you delirious. It has to be, for you to say something so stupid without a second thought. “So you admit Sanji’s a view?”
Sanji laughs, a true, genuine full body laugh. Zoro chuckles as well, but his is far less genuine and far more dangerous. “Oh, you really think this is funny. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”
You peek over your shoulder to see his face, and the look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine and heat right to your core. You immediately look to Sanji for help, but you find no sympathy, his eyes focused downward, breathing heavily just at the sight of your cunt. “Oh, god, you’re beautiful.”
“We can agree on that,” Zoro mutters, breath tickling your ear. “You ready, cook?”
“I think I was born ready for this.” He takes his beautiful cock in his hand, pumping once, twice, lining himself up with your entrance. You can feel Zoro shift behind you, and you know he’s doing the same.
“It’s a shame you can’t see me, beautiful. You deserve to see my cock before it makes you scream my name, don’t you think?” His teeth sink into your neck again, making you moan, and you can see Sanji’s cock twitch at the sound.
They don’t speak as they both move forward in sync, pressing their tips against both of your holes. They allow you just one moment to catch your breath before they move, Sanji tortuously slow, Zoro mercilessly quick. Zoro is buried to the hilt before Sanji is even halfway inside, and you cry out, hands clawing against Sanji’s chest and Zoro’s thigh, a pathetic whine echoing against the cold stone that surrounds you.
You expect Sanji to stop, to cradle your face in his hands and kiss your tears away, but he keeps the same pace, voice sympathetic but firm. “I know, angel, I know. Just a few more seconds, then you can adjust. You can do it, I know you can.”
“Yeah, you’re strong, you can handle it. Can’t you?”
You whine again, nails definitely making a mark in Zoro’s firm thigh. “No, I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” they insist in unison, voices soft. Your torture ceases as Sanji comes to a stop fully inside, and you can finally breathe again, blissfully and terribly full. You feel stretched beyond belief, as though you’ll rip in half at the slightest movement, but somehow you don’t. Two voices whisper soothing words in unison, though you can’t focus on them. A thumb brushes against your cheek, gathering the wetness that gathers there, and a pair of lips presses against the other cheek.
“You’re doing amazing.”
“You’re wonderful.”
“So strong.”
“So good for us.”
Their voices blend together, as do their actions, every hand somehow belonging to both and neither as they roam your body. One cradling your cheek, another rubbing soothing circles against your back. Slowly you come back to yourself, the feeling of fullness growing normal, feeling right, almost like you were made for this.
“Are you ready?” You can’t say who asked. You can’t even recall what you answered. You just know that a moment later, two sets of hips begin to piston into yours, pace steady and slow, as two sets of lips begin to kiss every exposed inch of your skin.
The callused hand against your clit is Zoro’s, you think. You can feel the roughness of his fingertips, hardened from years of training, not harsh against you, but certainly not merciful.
The hands against your chest are certainly Sanji. The fingers that roll your nipple between them are soft, precise, never faltering. The lips against your other breast are soft and gentle. You never once feel even a hint of teeth.
Zoro’s canines press into your neck. You cry out as he begins to thrust faster, out of sync with Sanji, finger moving carelessly against you. He can barely bring himself to rip his mouth away from your skin, determined to mark you before the night is over, but he does for just long enough to growl, “So fucking good for us.”
Sanji pulls his mouth from your chest with a loud pop. “So good, princess, so wonderful. Like you were made for this. Like we were made for you.”
You can’t respond coherently, moaning out something that might resemble one of their names, or might be a cry to the divine. You can’t tell the difference anymore.
“Yes,” they mutter in unison. Sanji’s hips speed up to match Zoro, his pace a little less steady and a little more frantic. His face is flushed, his pupils blown out, his hair askew. Zoro’s free arm pulls you tightly against his chest, causing Sanji to push further forward, crushing you between them.
“Are you warm?” Sanji’s staring directly into your eyes, hardly blinking as his fingers dig into your hips, every one of his thrusts bringing him to the hilt. “Is it working?”
Zoro huffs something that might be a laugh in your ear. “I think she’s burning hot, Sanji. Keep going.”
You expect him to bristle at the order, but instead he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen, pressing his face into your neck.
You can hardly take a full breath, every passing moment pulling your muscles tighter and tighter, so much that you feel like you might snap in two. Invisible strings pull you up, up, up, your shoulders curling inward as your nails dig so hard into Zoro’s thighs you think you might be close to drawing blood. A single stroke of Zoro’s finger lines up perfectly with his and Sanji’s cocks pressing into every sensitive spot you think you have, making you cry out, pull inward again, before every part of you is wracked with your orgasm.
Your cunt clenching around him is evidently too much for Sanji, as his thrusts become unsteady and he whines into your neck as he spills into you. He cries your name as his arms wrap around you, pressing between your back and Zoro’s abs.
Zoro follows not long after, speeding up to an impossible pace before one final thrust does him in, his hands grasping at your ass as he cums. The three of you sit, panting in a desperate attempt to catch your breath, before you just barely manage to squeeze out a few quiet words. “Thanks for warming me up.”
They both laugh, faces hidden in either side of your neck.
“It’s what I live for, angel.”
“Anytime, princess.”
They’re slow to separate from you, Zoro pulling out from you inch by tortuous inch as you whine. “I know, but it has to happen eventually.”
“Speak for yourself, asshole. I’m gonna die like this,” Sanji grumbles into your skin.
“You might if you let the cold set in, dumbass.” Something hits you in the back of the head, making you cry out, before you realize what it is: a blanket.
You stare at him. “You had a blanket this whole time?”
You can’t see the look on Sanji’s face, but judging by how smug Zoro looks, you’re missing out. “It wouldn’t have helped with those wet clothes anyway. We made enough heat for it to work.”
You narrow your eyes at him, the truth becoming clear. “You forgot.”
“What? No!”
“You forgot, and post nut clarity made you remember.”
“Never say that to me again. And no!”
Sanji pulls away from your neck, and you turn to look at him. “I think he forgot.”
“He definitely forgot.”
“Shut up!”
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sanji had always been willing to concede to your every desire — and who was he to cower if that involved a strap-on?
⎰ & KINKTOBER, day twenty-two. smut (mdni!). pegging. strap-on. fingering (sanji!receivig). afab!reader. no y/n used.
WC: 2k.
black-leg sanji spent his entire lifespan begging a higher duty for love to be bestowed upon him. and when he at last, had it — had you — he all but hoped to somewhat get used to being loved. he adored you, willing to grovel at your feet and obey to your every desire, whether or not it was attainable. if you were to request for moonstone, sanji would sky-walk until he reached it; if you were to request for a fish found in the north blue, he’d swim from the new world if only to cook you the said desired dish. it was natural, for love to him was all-consuming, similar to the flames that enveloped his legs. sanji wasn’t, however, used to said behavior being reciprocated. he could see the eagerness mirrored in your eyes, the explicit love shown through them, and that terrified him.
getting comfortable with requesting, rather than giving, had taken him a bit of time, yet he grew used to it, for you were all but excited to concede to his desires — and on god, he had at least half a hundred. you agreed on being fucked with nothing but his apron; tried every single position he suggested; allowed him to smear you with whipped cream and clean you with his tongue. sex and the vulnerability that came with it started to excite him, no longer a source of terror, rather an opportunity to turn his wildest, longest fantasies into reality — until he found that you were not sharing your own whatsoever.
your excitement was as palpable as your eagerness to please him. your knowledge on certain sexual aspects, too, was far too telling. sanji was sure you had desires of your own — that he was desperate to realize — yet, months-in passed and you remained settled; conformed. he grew a bit anxious, fearing that you were not quite as comfortable with him. it was a considerable issue that he was keen on solving.
sanji prepared your most favored snack, and made sure to get you alone in the afternoon, curled up with a book in the leisure room. he placed the metal tray on the table, hugging your shoulders with a lovesick glance as you complimented his cooking skills, smiling ever-so-slightly at the nitid sight of his adoration. he started out with innocent, borderline silly questions — the status of your day so far; the topic of your book; the quality of your sleep — until his lips grew latched to your neck, spreading his tongue and leaving a hot trail of kisses that had you melting. when he had you clouded with lust, back pressed against the couch as his figure hovered over yours, he whispered into your flesh, repeating the same inquiry you made him a dozen times before.
“what are we trying out today?” your muscles grew rigid for the briefest moment, quickly masked yet with not enough speed for him not to have noticed.
“what do you have in mind?” you questioned, fingers treading through his hair and hips rolling against his own in an attempt to diverge the subject.
sanji’s expression softened, aiming to offer certain reassurance. “i was hoping you would pick, my love.”
you cleared your throat, avoiding his glance for the briefest instance. he softly touched your chin, guiding your face to meet his own. he caressed your face with his thumb, quietly conveying his emotions. he hated the idea of cornering you in such a way; of forcing you to move past your comfort zone. yet, at the same time, sanji was in dire need of some answers — and willing to use certain tactics to receive them.
“i doubt you’d be into it,” you softly whispered, and he clicked his tongue in certain shock. the limits he’d be willing to cross for the sake of your pleasure were, in fairness, embarrassing. he was positive you could make his cock hard even if your idea involved cross-dressing as queen — which said enough of his situation.
“mon chéri,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against yours. “there’s hardly anything i wouldn’t do for you.”
“well,” you started out, voice so low he could barely hear it. “i’d like to fuck you.”
“yes?”
“in the ass.”
his world stopped for a second or two — mind struggling to wrap itself around the request. yet, treacherous thoughts swirled through, tempting him soon enough. sanji’s fantasies had always been focused on having you bent down; bare; vulnerable. cunt throbbing, warm and wet around his cock. he never once pictured himself being the one in the receiving end — and, oh, how stupid he had been. sanji shuddered, thinking of whips and blindfolds; of high heels on his crotch and collar wrapped around his neck. your eyes were tethered to his face, accessing his reaction, and once you noticed he was considering it, you moved in a way that had him crumbling.
“please, sanji,” you pleaded, biting his earlobe. “i will take such good care of you.”
and he caved. the conversation thereafter, of course, hadn’t been as exciting. boundaries had to be settled, as well as the means to leave him comfortable. your pleasure, too, was important. sanji was unwilling to abandon that belief, and was set on a strap-on that could, too, tease your clit. since sanji had never done such a thing, he had no lube stored whatsoever, meaning the act itself had to be delayed for a painful amount of weeks. when the sunny, at last, reached an island with a store that sold the necessary equipment, neither could find the specific strap-on he demanded.
you bought it regardless, much too eager to wait, stating that franky could solve the vibration issue within the interval of a breath, sanji giving in at the undeniable truth that followed thereafter to convince him — the cyborg, for sure, was into that as well, therefore he wouldn’t mind altering it. at last, with financial aid from nami, you rented a shared room for the night, and sanji had requested a particular instance of privacy to take quite a long shower.
regardless, sanji was bare and on all-fours. his knees and elbows sunk into the soft mattress as he struggled to maintain a proper balance, whimpering as you trailed kisses down his spine, your hand wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing the swollen tip. he was leaking; awfully close to cumming, as though a mere virgin. sanji had his back arched, aiming to make for a dazzling view; refusing to be positioned as though a limp sack of potatoes. he wished to present a decent sight, realizing much too late that he had been attempting to mimic you. his admiration at your usual endurance, however, disappeared through the fog of pleasure that overcame him when you sucked on the dimples above his rear.
two of your fingers teased his entrance, a sweet bite on the flesh of his ass following-in-suit. he shuddered, tensing up ever-so-slightly in anticipation. “relax, love. i got you.”
the lube’s lid opened, the unfamiliar sound of it being poured on your fingers. sanji gasped when your index and middle slid inside him, a surprised — yet delighted — hum making itself heard once you realized that he was far more prepared due to the previously taken shower. he whined, rutting into your palm; drooling onto the pillow trapped in between his lips. a scissoring pattern stretched his hole, inserting them knuckles deep. sanji shout came out muffled, his eyes rolling down when your tongue teased his perineum.
“wait!” he pleaded, his arms trembling as you ignored him altogether.
instead, your palm increased its pace on his cock, teasing the shaft with his pre-cum. the sounds — mingled with those of your fingers thrusting into his hole — were lewd, and sanji had never experienced such stimulation before. he came unannounced on your awaiting hand, struggling to maintain his composure as his load smeared your flesh. he rolled his hips, chasing his own high as you cooed at him, not once daring to remove your fingers — instead, adding a third one.
“that’s it,” you soothed, hand milking him dry. “let go for me, baby, c’mon.”
sanji sobbed, crumbling altogether, legs no longer able to sustain his own weight. he fell on your hand, hips raising in the slightest as he allowed you to retreat your palm. a choir of apologies, mingled with gradual moans, escaped past his swollen, chewed lips.
“shhh,” you mumbled, brushing his waist with featherlike fingers, guiding his back to be pressed against the mattress.
you had once stated that the clit-teasing strap-on was unnecessary, for the merest sight of him — whimpering and struggling under you — should be more than enough to bring you pleasure. he hadn’t believed it then, a mistake he could now understand. your pupils were blown wide, mouth parted and nipples hardening under the tight fabric of your corset. sanji’s breath caught in his throat when your cum-coated hand slid into your faux dick, coating the strap with his own essence before you reached for the lube bottle.
he grew hard yet again when you licked your palm, grunting at the taste of his cum on your tongue. sanji observed through half-lidded eyes as you poured lube onto your hand, mingling it with the cum spread on the strap.
“mon trésor,” he whined, toes curling as he struggled to keep his hands to himself. “please.”
your glance softened, knees dug into the mattress as your hands spread him open. sanji conceded to your mute requests, raising his hips so that you could place a pillow underneath; wrapping his legs around your waist. a sudden buzzing filled the room, a moan tearing through your throat as the inner inch of the strap vibrated against your clit. the tip lingered on his hole for an instance, before you slid inside, stuffing him to the hilt.
sanji whimpered, allowing your hand to wrap itself around his wrist for further balance. you found a decent rhythm and he cried out right thereafter, crimson flushing his cheeks as you brushed against his prostate. gibberish spilled in his native language; back arching in desperation. blood slipped from his face to his chest, his hand slapping his nose in embarrassment at the realization of what had happened. the sight of it had affected you more than it should, and your thrusts grew harsher; faster.
sanji caught himself thanking the choice of renting a room, for his moans spilled louder than the both of you were used to. he wiped the blood from his nose, covering his mouth to contain his sounds, and you made a grunt of disappointment.
“now, now,” you pouted, retreating your hips for the merest instance, all but to shove the strap inside to the hilt yet again. “i want to hear you, my love. will you let me hear you?”
sanji nodded, quietly placing his wrist at the mercy of your hand yet again. yet another harsh thrust had him mewling, your chest heaving as the vibration increased on your swollen clit.
“use your words, loverboy,” you teased, rolling your hips in a languid manner.
“y-yes, my seastar,” sanji folded, gasping as he struggled to contain the strength of the grip of his legs around your figure; caging you. your palm trailed down to his neglected cock, pumping it in pace with your constricted thrusts, and he moaned in sheer desperation.
“is it g-good,” he sobbed, surprisingly cock-drunk, words a mumble. “for you too, my sweet?”
“of course,” you answered, gasping when the tip of the strap reached a particularly deep spot within him. “always feel gold with you.”
tears pooled on the corners of his eyes, glee filling him with your words. you speed up your tempo, fucking into him with a lewd and reckless abandon, the grip and slide of the strap ensuing an approaching orgasm to the brim. your grip grew harsher on his cock, and he was sent over the edge. his back arched, moaning your name, walls clenching around him as he whined, cum sent straight into his stomach. once you released his wrists, sweat-coated skin and soakened cleavage, sanji gripped your hips and shoved you deeper, eyes pleading; earsight tethered to the buzzing of the strap.
he was flushed; bangs glued to his forehead. wild breathing; cum-stained abdomen. his legs trembled around you, muscles straining as his eyes tethered to your face. “cum, mon ange. please, please, can you cum?”
you sighed in delight, ignoring the leftover mess on his stomach to collapse into his chest, brushing your nose against his neck; licking the salty sweat lingering on the flesh.
“don’t think it will be enough,” you mumbled, raising your head to look at him through your eyelashes. “could you help me cum, sanji?”
he was sore; limp. white glued to his abdomen, his legs had no strength left whatsoever. yet, his hands moved on his own, teasing the tight waistband of the strap. sanji had always been one to cum fast — and to harden yet again with twice the speed. so, when he grinned for the briefest second, throwing your back against the mattress and raising your legs to slip the strap off, you knew you were on for the long ride.
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Uh, hello, everyone. I am a long-time simmer and long-time poster of Tumblr, and I decided that I wanted to create a legacy challenge, based on the love of my life, One Piece!
I have also made a base game friendly version, which I'll link below, for anyone who may not have all the packs. I'm debating on making a video series though I haven't a clue on how to do that, but I love watching Legacy challenges and after completing the Not So Berry Challenge, I was inspired!
Please let me know if you have any questions! and if you'd like to see me make something about this idk I'm definitely going to do my own playthrough, though!
Tag me if you do this! I'd love to see it!
Generation 1- Strawhat Monkey D. Luffy
A whirlwind of cheerful chaos and fun, this is the groundwork of our legacy with quirky friendships, spontaneous adventures, and that sometimes, the simplest of desires can lead to the grandest of journeys.
Traits: Adventurous. Glutton, childish.
Appearance: The Only requirements are to dress in Red, must be a teen sim when you start the legacy. Gender does not matter.
Career: Freelance Career. Your pick of career choice(freelance, or odd jobs), or just live off the land selling collectables and such!
Aspiration- Jungle explorer.(Optional Friend of the World if you complete Jungle Explorer
Requirements:
Max Video Gaming & Comedy
At least 8+ in fitness, charisma, and mischief
Reach 5 stars in the odd jobs, Level 10 Freelance Career of choice or just continue to live off the land and sell stuff to make money and not have a real job!)
Complete Aspiration (At least jungle explorer)
Have at least 10+ good friends.
Eat 15 dishes from various locations
MUST have an "oops" baby with a non-serious partner (Our Gen 2 heir)
Generation 2- Swordsman (Or woman!) Roronoa Zoro
You're the product of a one-night stand, and you grew up adventuring with your parent! However, you lacked discipline, and while that was mostly nice as a kid, you decided to take a different approach as an adult. Unlike your parent, you are also a bit of a loner.
Traits: Hot-headed, loner, active.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in green. Gender does not matter.
Career: Officer (Military Branch)
Aspiration- BodyBuilder.
Requirements:
Max Fitness Skill.
+8 logic and handiness.
6+ Wellness.
Reach level 10 in the Military career (officer branch)
Complete Aspiration bodybuilder
Spend 3 hours (in game) a day in skill building
Must have 1 deep rivalry.
Cannot sleep in a bed more than 3 times a week. (rely on naps!)
No cooking, quick meals and leftovers only!
Must meet their partner at the gym.
Must go to a different location before going to the destination (Example, if going to the gym, must go to a different lot first. This is a nod to Zoro getting lost)
The parenting will be done by Zoro Sims' partner primarily. Must have 2 kids. (Nojiko & Nami)
Generation 3- Cat Burglar Nami
You are the second born in this generation (Surprise!) You are very close to your sibling, and your maternal*, but your paternal* parent were always busy training, so you found yourself being a little more...Rebellious. You have everything you could ever want, but you'd like a better relationship with your dad*
*This was just easier for the story to gender specify. Zoro Sim does not need to be male/female
Traits: Materialistic, genius, kleptomaniac.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in orange. Gender does not matter.
Career: Criminal (Oracle Branch)
Aspiration- Fabulously Wealthy
Requirements:
Max Logic, mischief & Gardening skills
8+ in Painting and Charisma
Reach level 10 in the Criminal Career (Oracle Branch)
Complete Aspiration Fortune Collector
Steal one item (successfully) at each location visited.
Have an "orange" Garden. (At least 10 lemon trees (because there are no oranges and lemons are a citrus) and various other orange plants/flowers)
Must be best friends with older sibling.
Must marry a wealthy/materialistic Sim
Generation 4: Sniper Usopp
Summary: This generation is a true hero in disguise. Born a natural coward, they possess a vivid imagination and an unparalleled talent for storytelling. While prone to stretching the truth, their heart is always in the right place, driven by a deep loyalty to their friends and an unwavering belief in their own potential to become a brave warrior
Traits: Creative, goofball, handy
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in yellow. Gender does not matter.
Career: Writer (author)
Aspiration- Nerd brain (Secondary best selling author if you are ambitious!)
Requirements:
Max Writing, handiness, logic
+8 Comedy and/or mischief.
Reach level 10 in the Author career.
Complete Aspiration (A least nerd brain, bonus points if you can do best-selling author too)
Craft 5 unique items via the woodworking table.
Write 5 Children/fantasy books.
Have at least 3 children's friends. (Referencing the Usopp Pirates)
Marry your childhood best friend, and have at least 5 kids (to represent Sanji and the Vinsmoke's )
Brave warrior of the sea! Complete 5 courageous acts through young adult to adult phases of life. (Overcome 5 fears in game, and or other various heroic things**)
Other Heroic things: Putting out fires, standing up to a bully Sim etc.
Generation 5- Blackleg Sanji
You grew up in a hectic family, having four other siblings. You aren't particularly close to any of them, unfortunately. You love cooking and baking, and you love love.
Traits: Foodie, romantic, lovebug.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in blue Gender does not matter.
Career: Chef Career.
Aspiration- Master Chef. (optional- Soulmate if you manage to complete the first)
Requirements:
Age up to young adult with the good manners trait.
Max Cooking, baking, gourmet and mixology.
+8 fitness and logic
+6 of herbalism.
Reach level 10 in the Chef/Culinary career.
Complete Aspiration master chef
Cook every dish in the game. Try for the highest possible quality.
Flirt with every eligible female sim.(regardless of your main Sims gender) Be polite to every woman as well.
Make 15 different drinks.
Partner needs to be soulmate level, with at least 1 of the following traits: good, self assured, outgoing or neat.)
Number of kids is optional, but at least one for heir of gen 6.
Generation 6: Doctor Tony Tony Chopper.
Your parents made sure you were loved and supported your whole life, making sure you knew you were loved and that you could be anything you wanted. You wanted to make sure you gave as much as you were given.
Traits: Childish, Genius, Animal Lover.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in pink. Gender does not matter.
Career: Max Dr. career OR run a 5 star vet clinic.
Aspiration- Friend of the Animals. (Optional, nerd brain, master of the herbs if you complete the first)
Requirements:
Max wellness, pet training, logic and herbalism
(optional) Max Veterinarian skill. Only a requirement if you go with the vet clinic.
Reach level 10 the doctor career, OR have a 5 star clinic.
Complete Aspiration friend of the animals.
You must have at least 2 pets in your household at once. They must also be well cared for, trained and loved.
You must be friends with your neighbors pets too!
You must have 1 sweet treat a day.
Create herbal remedies 3-5 a week.
Partner must be good and or love animals.
Only have 1 kid.
Generation 7- Archeologist Nico Robin
Your Doctor parent inspired you to be just as smart, but you cared less about patients, and more about the historical side of things. You loved learning how things work, and the history of it. You read so many books about everything, and seem to know a little too much about everything.
Traits: Genius, Bookworm, macabre
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in purple. Gender does not matter.
Career: Education- Professor Branch
Aspiration- Archeology Scholar
Requirements:
Max Archeology,thanatology , logic, Flower arranging
+8 Research and Debate
6+ Charisma & mischief
Reach level 10 in Education- Professor Branch
Complete Aspiration Archeology Scholar
Read +50 Books
Earn a degree in History
Complete 2 Collection challenges of your choice*
Must have two kids, representing Iceburg and Franky.
Marry a Handy sim to represent "Tom" for Franky's gen.
*pick from Fossils, crystals, postcards and ancient artifacts.
Generation 8- Shipwright Franky
You grew up without much parental supervision, finding solace and purpose in crafting and building. A true eccentric with a heart of gold, you possess an unyielding passion for creation and a flair for the dramatic.
Traits: Handy, Childish, Cringe
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in light blue & Only wear bold outfits. Gender does not matter.
Partner should have 1-2 traits (Good, creative,outgoing, music lover)
Generation 9- Soul King Brook
You are a musician at heart, bringing joy and a unique brand of humor wherever you go. Despite your unusual circumstances and a certain affinity for the macabre, you cherish life and friendship above all else, always ready with a performance or a terrible, yet charming, joke. You live to spread music and laughter, even beyond the grave.
Traits: Cheerful, musical genius, goofball
Appearance: Dress in black/white Gender does not matter.
Career: Musician (Pianist)
Aspiration- Musical Genius
Requirements:
Max Guitar, piano, violin, singing and comedy
+8 mischief.
Reach level 10 in music career.
Complete Aspiration Musical Genius
Perform 20 live performances.
Write and perform 10 comedy routines.
Must have 10 friends outside of your family.
Has to tell one joke a day
Have at least one whale decoration (Laboon)
Perform 5 successful seances.
Sim MUST pass away either as a young adult or adult, and become a playable ghost. Cannot "Move on"/ let gen 10 take over until this happens.
Partner must have 1 of the following (at least): Good, music lover, family oriented, cheerful, goofball.
Generation 10- First "Son" of the Sea, Jinbe
You are a paragon of strength and honor, with a deep-seated wisdom and an unwavering sense of duty. Your life is dedicated to protecting the oceans and its inhabitants, and you serve as a mentor and guardian to those around you. With a calm demeanor and a powerful presence, you embody loyalty and the vastness of the sea itself
Traits: Good, family oriented, child of the ocean
Appearance: Dress in blue/teals Gender does not matter. (Despite son of the sea title)
Gen 2- Zoro: *In Sanji's Voice* That damn Marimo...messing everything up...
So I never considered this, but my Sim Lucy (Gen 1) Had twins. If this happens, make Kuina, Zoro's Rival. If you have triplets, Idk bro get creative LOL The kicker? Don't allow Kuina to exist past the teenage stage...To match what happens to Kuina in One Piece
Gen 4- Usopp
While Ultimately a great generation, my Sim Usoppin had not a single fear his whole life. Like not as a kid, not as a YA, and not even now as an adult. I started to realize it may not be possible to complete 5 fears, so I decided to tweak stuff.
For Usopp's "brave warrior of the sea," if you have what happened to me, Craft 10 unique items instead of 5, max out the mischief skill, and try do 8+ with fishing. (because as an adult with 5 kids, it's prolly not easy) (Side note, my Usopp Sim and his wife have 4, and she's pregnant with #5, because I had the first 4 back to back and got overwhelmed LOL)
First issue- you can't give a child sim foodie, romantic or love bug. I settled for good, and picked love bug and foodie as he aged into thre next phases. I guess he doesn't really need to be romantic and love bug, but still. I did end up cheating romantic in, which I don't love, but I did try to use the game's mechanics to get the traits, like you know, doing romantic stuff and I was hoping that it would be like "Sonj is feeling romantic, do you wanna..." no. it never happened for me HAHAHA its fine. If it works for you, thats great.
Second, holy hell, my gen 6 heir is aging into a young adult in 3 days and he still hasn't cooked every dish because thats impossible if you have all the packs, I swear. I just did all the gourmet meals, all the baking options, all the waffles (from that one kit(?) and I may if I have time do all the crockpot meals. (I wanted to move her out asap after turning into a YA because I'm a little tired of this family LOL)
Also with Chopper's gen, gen 6, I made this before that fairy pack came out so I'm definetly gonna try to have her max the apothocary skill as well.
Let Me Help // Sanji x afab!reader // NSFW/18+
Kink: Voyeurism
CW: afab!reader [no pronouns used to address reader]; non-consensual voyeurism; masturbation [m]; handjob
WC: 2.8k // Kinktober Masterlist
You stand on tiptoes, back arched and tongue tucked between your lips, trying to keep from toppling forward as you struggle to pin another pillowcase to the clothesline, silently cursing whoever strung the line so damned high. A warm breeze gently flutters the fabric, and a gentle wave crashes against the boat—just enough to disrupt your balance, and you tumble back onto your heels, arms outstretched to steady yourself. A quick glance up at the clothesline confirms that everything is still in its place, and you sigh—you’re less concerned about falling on your ass and more concerned with not having to start all over with that damned pillowcase.
“Finally,” you mutter, shoving your hands in your pockets, enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun on your skin. “And now—we start all over.”
You indulge in a quick stretch, your fingers reaching for the cerulean sky, before picking up the empty clothes basket and setting off to gather the rest of the laundry. The hamper digs into your hip as you meander through the ship, collecting errant cloths from the kitchen, grease-stained rags from the engine room, damp towels from the bin that overflowed in the bathroom. Laundry was never your favorite chore, but your generous offer to stay behind and catch up on the washing resulted in a rare afternoon by yourself aboard the ship, allowing you some needed space to roam and be with your thoughts while the rest of the crew went ashore to restock supplies. Time alone was a privilege, one which you were grateful to have been granted this afternoon.
At least, you had assumed you were alone.
You approach the men’s quarters to collect the week’s dirty socks and sweat-drenched shirts, when you stop in your tracks—the door is ajar, barely a crack, offering only a sliver of visibility. A low creaking noise comes from inside, accompanied by muffled grunts and soft whines, rhythmic sounds that you quickly recognize as anything but chaste. You inhale slowly and deeply through your nose, your hands shaking as you set the laundry basket down as carefully as possible beside you, trying not to make a sound. Whoever it is behind that door seems to be under the same impression you had been—that the ship is otherwise unoccupied.
“Fuck.” The word tumbles out of you, almost noiselessly, as you still your breathing, closing your eyes to focus on the lewd noises from behind the door—the squeaking of the bedframe, the rustling of fabric, the guttural groans of someone lost in their own pleasure. It’s obscene, the way you find yourself frozen in place, unable to tear yourself away and get back to your chores; you know you shouldn’t be here, your body leaning towards the crack in the door, straining to hear every soft panting breath, your tongue tucked between your lips in concentration, yet the lure of perversion is far too great to ignore.
And that’s when you hear it: your name being said in between quiet whimpers, in a voice that unmistakably and unequivocally belongs to Sanji. A flame kindles in your core, stoked hotter with every gasping utterance of your name and the way he says it like a desperate plea, a depraved wish for you to be there in his bed with him. It comes as no surprise to hear Sanji panting your name as he pleasures himself, given the way he fawns all over you, the way his fingers gently brush your hand as he hands you your morning tea, how he always has a reason to be pressed against you somehow, his body warm and wanting. But you hadn’t expected to ever hear his desires laid out in front of you as raw and as wantonly as this—and it’s making you insatiable, wondering why you denied for so long that a liaison with the cook might be a satisfying endeavor.
The sound of your own guilty heartbeat rushes through your ears, almost drowning out his panting breaths for a moment, and your fingertips tingle as you do the unthinkable, acting out of some impulsive, aching need: you carefully pry the door open just a little more, just enough for you to peer inside and put an image to the vulgar noises coming from within. Just a glimpse would be enough, you quietly lie to yourself—just a quick glance at how Sanji must look when he’s in the throes of his own self-pleasure would be enough to satiate you, enough to give you something to play over and over again in your mind later in the privacy of your quarters.
The door complains slightly as you nudge it ajar it just a bit more, and you wince; luckily, Sanji is far too preoccupied to even notice the door shifting open, or the corrupt crewmate lurking just outside. He kneels on the bed, his pants pooled around his knees, shoes still on, one hand holding his shirt up and away from his slim waist, only the hint of his abs and a faint trail of blonde hair leading down from his navel visible. He’s thrusting rhythmically into a pillow in front of him—folded in half, as if to mimic a bent-over body, your bent-over body if his utterances were to be believed. He looks needy, even desperate, as he ruts against the cushion, his eyes clenched shut, sweat beading at his temples.
“You like that, sweetheart? Like the way my cock feels, huh?” he murmurs, his thrusting slowing to languid strokes, subtle rolls of his hips, as if he’s teasing the version of you that he imagines before him. “Mm, so needy. Let me take it slow for you, lovely. I know you want to feel every inch.”
You quickly clamp your hands over your mouth, choking back a wanton moan as you watch his hips gyrating, thighs tensing, abs flexing as he makes slow, deliberate thrusts. You feel yourself pulsing the longer you watch, listening to him rambling, hearing the way he praises and compliments whatever lewd vision of you that he must be conjuring, the way he says your name like it’s the most erotic thing in the world.
“So perfect, my darling—your pussy feels so nice,” he whimpers, thrusting hard into the pillow and holding it there flush against his pelvis. “So fucking wet for me, love. Ah, you’re so soft inside—you’re like velvet around me.”
“Oh, Sanji,” you mumble under your breath, trying to keep your hands from wandering, needing to relieve the sudden and pervasive ache that blooms between your thighs. Perhaps you could approach him later—not to tell him what you witnessed, of course, but to see if he would be willing to make his fantasies come true, to have the real thing laying bare in front of him, writhing and waiting for his touch.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so well, angel.” Sanji’s thrusting grows quicker, then slows as he unfolds the pillow and lays it down on the bed. He unbuttons his shirt and loosens his tie, moving to hover above the pillow, caging it in on either side with sinewy forearms. You nearly gasp at the sight of his cock—long and slender, flushed pink with a swollen, leaking tip. It looks even more enticing than you’d pictured in your fantasies—the ones you would never, ever admit to, the ones where he’d secret away into the corner of the kitchen with you and press you against the wall, sweet words of adoration spilling from his lips while he takes you from behind.
“Mm, you look so nice like this,” he says to the pillow as he lowers his hips to meet it, gliding his cock along the fabric. You wonder if this is how he’d look on top of you—how it would be to have him pinning you to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. “Bet you want me to cum for you, don’t you? You wanna take this cum so much, I know. I’m gonna let you have it all, my sweet—every last drop. You can take it, can’t you? This pretty little pussy can take all of this, can’t it?”
You chew on your tongue, trying to suppress a whimper—he’s going to cum, and he’s going to cum for you. Oh, if only he knew—if only he could see you there, pressing your thighs together to keep the flood of arousal at bay, taking in every movement, every sigh, every salacious word that falls from his lips, all so you could think about it later with your fingers deep inside you, pretending it’s him. As you lose yourself in thoughts of what his soft fingers could do, you lean a little too hard against the door, forgetting how precarious your situation is, distracted by the way his movements slow as though he’s on the precipice. Without any way to recover, any way to save yourself from the inevitable, the door swings open and you stumble into the room with a squeak and a gasp
“Shit, shit, shit!” Sanji quickly clambers off the bed, grabbing the pillow and holding it in front of his pelvis, scrambling to tug his pants back up. “I’m so sorry, my angel, I-I thought everyone was gone, I would never—”
“No, no!” you interrupt, waving your arms frantically in front of you, turning your head away from him. “I’m sorry, I was just coming to get the laundry and I heard something and—”
“Y-you heard what, my sweet?” He holds his pants at his waist, and stares at you, wide-eyed, chest heaving. “What exactly did you hear?”
“Just—just noises. That’s all.” You glance at him out of the corner of your eye to see the way his head tilts to look at you; there’s no way he’s buying your panicked fib, not unless he means to be chivalrous and allow you to escape this situation with some semblance of your dignity intact.
He takes a deep, shivering breath as he carefully approaches you, standing mere inches from you, the heat of his body seeming to radiate from him. He opens his mouth as if to speak, as if perhaps he means to reassure you, buy into your lie and ignore the way your body shudders and the way you cannot bring yourself to look at him for more than the briefest moment. You wonder if he can smell it on you—your shame, your arousal, your latent longing to know what it’s like to have that pretty pink cock buried inside you to the hilt.
“Darling,” he finally utters, the word stretching out and hanging in the air. “How long were you standing there?”
You swallow hard, your mouth dry, the words sticking in your throat. “A little while.”
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry—”
“No, Sanji, don’t be,” you quickly interject. What did you have to lose now, standing here before him, clothed in see-through lies? “I, um—I liked it. Listening to. And—and watching you.”
“You were watching?” A mix of embarrassment and unbridled lust settles in his every feature, a thin trickle of blood running down from his nose, settling in the crevice at the top of his lip. You nod, steeling yourself—the ship would only be empty for a little while longer, if there was going to be a time to surrender to your most base desires, this would be the time to do it.
“Let me help.” The words come out of you almost a whisper, sticking in your throat.
“W-what?”
“Let me help you, Sanji.”
“I—I could never, I would never ask you to do that.”
“You don’t have to ask. I’m offering.” You push his still-unbuttoned shirt aside and place your hands on his bare chest, running your fingers through the thick patch of blonde hair, silently reveling in how the steely hardness of his muscles feels under your fingers. “You want me, don’t you? I mean, it seemed like it at least.”
“Of course I do,” he mumbles, raising a hesitant hand to your face, gently brushing his long fingers against your cheek. “You know I do.”
“Then let me help you.” You run your index finger down his lean torso as he trembles, trailing down to the front of his trousers. “Please? I mean, unless you’d rather go back to your pillow.”
Sanji closes his eyes momentarily, tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. “You know I could never say no to you, angel.”
He releases the tenuous hold he has on his pants, still unzipped, and they slip down his legs, pooling at his ankles. You start to palm him through the silky fabric of his boxers, feeling him harden under your touch, his body spasming a little with every gentle movement, a moan catching in your throat at how he twitches and pulses for you. Your fingers dance lightly over the tip, tracing the outline of it, smirking at the wet spot that spreads the more you tease him; you bite your lip, feeling your own growing arousal begin to dampen your panties.
But Sanji is impatient, needing more than just the feeling of warmth through the barrier of cloth, and he quickly tugs down the waistband of his boxers and grasps your wrist, placing your hand on his throbbing cock. He holds his hand over yours, closing your fingers around his length into a delicate grip and directing your movements over his shaft, stuttering gasps leaving his lungs as he guides your strokes. He hums softly and moves your palm over the throbbing head, rutting against your hand until your palm is slick with his precum.
“You feel that, sweetheart?” he asks, grasping your cheeks in both hands and tilting your head up so you meet his hungry gaze. “That’s all for you.”
It takes everything in you not to drop to your knees and take him in your mouth, not to push him back onto the bed and straddle him, burying his aching cock inside you and chasing your own pleasure over and over until you’re both sore and spent and collapsing on one another in a sweaty heap. Instead, you press your face against his chest, listening to the way his heart thrums for you, wrapping your free hand around his waist to steady yourself. You stroke his length, slow at first, then building to a faster rhythm, as he pulses under your palm, his hips bucking in response to every pumping caress of his aching cock.
“Oh fuck, your hand is so soft,” Sanji whimpers, wrapping his long arms around you and holding you against him, his words hot in your ear, warm breath ghosting your chilled skin. “So good. Oh god, it’s so good, you feel so good, my darling.”
His breaths come in short, sharp gasps, his rambling praise and hushed words of desire suddenly silenced as his body tenses against you. He reaches an arm behind his back and grasps for your hand, holding on to you as if to ground himself, to find an anchor as he approaches the edge of his pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck, m’gonna cum, my angel,” he rasps through quick and hallow breaths, the grip on your free hand tightening almost painfully. “Gonna cum for you.”
Sanji abandons himself to pleasure in your sweet embrace, and he groans in blissful agony, his cock pulsing with waves of pleasure, spilling himself onto the floor. He rocks his hips and thrusts into your palm over and over, low whines accompanying every spasm, every tremor of his body as he surrenders to the sweetness of your touch. You stand there with him as his movements finally cease, his grasp on your hand releasing as he wraps both arms around your again, holding you to him like something precious, like something he never wanted to let go of again.
“Thank you, my love,” he sighs, finally pulling away and placing his hands on your shoulders. The desire that burns within you grows even more intense at the sight of him in his bliss—his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide and pupils lust-blown. “I-I don’t know what I did to deserve this—but thank you.”
“Oh Sanji, if you liked that…” you trail off as you lean up and impulsively kiss him on his warm, trembling lips. You grasp his wrist, leading his unsteady hand down to the apex of your thighs, and he stammers and gasps as you hold him there, his palm cupping your warmth. “…just wait til you feel the rest of me.”
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Uh, hello, everyone. I am a long-time simmer and long-time poster of Tumblr, and I decided that I wanted to create a legacy challenge, based on the love of my life, One Piece!
I have also made a base game friendly version, which I'll link below, for anyone who may not have all the packs. I'm debating on making a video series though I haven't a clue on how to do that, but I love watching Legacy challenges and after completing the Not So Berry Challenge, I was inspired!
Please let me know if you have any questions! and if you'd like to see me make something about this idk I'm definitely going to do my own playthrough, though!
Tag me if you do this! I'd love to see it!
Generation 1- Strawhat Monkey D. Luffy
A whirlwind of cheerful chaos and fun, this is the groundwork of our legacy with quirky friendships, spontaneous adventures, and that sometimes, the simplest of desires can lead to the grandest of journeys.
Traits: Adventurous. Glutton, childish.
Appearance: The Only requirements are to dress in Red, must be a teen sim when you start the legacy. Gender does not matter.
Career: Freelance Career. Your pick of career choice(freelance, or odd jobs), or just live off the land selling collectables and such!
Aspiration- Jungle explorer.(Optional Friend of the World if you complete Jungle Explorer
Requirements:
Max Video Gaming & Comedy
At least 8+ in fitness, charisma, and mischief
Reach 5 stars in the odd jobs, Level 10 Freelance Career of choice or just continue to live off the land and sell stuff to make money and not have a real job!)
Complete Aspiration (At least jungle explorer)
Have at least 10+ good friends.
Eat 15 dishes from various locations
MUST have an "oops" baby with a non-serious partner (Our Gen 2 heir)
Generation 2- Swordsman (Or woman!) Roronoa Zoro
You're the product of a one-night stand, and you grew up adventuring with your parent! However, you lacked discipline, and while that was mostly nice as a kid, you decided to take a different approach as an adult. Unlike your parent, you are also a bit of a loner.
Traits: Hot-headed, loner, active.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in green. Gender does not matter.
Career: Officer (Military Branch)
Aspiration- BodyBuilder.
Requirements:
Max Fitness Skill.
+8 logic and handiness.
6+ Wellness.
Reach level 10 in the Military career (officer branch)
Complete Aspiration bodybuilder
Spend 3 hours (in game) a day in skill building
Must have 1 deep rivalry.
Cannot sleep in a bed more than 3 times a week. (rely on naps!)
No cooking, quick meals and leftovers only!
Must meet their partner at the gym.
Must go to a different location before going to the destination (Example, if going to the gym, must go to a different lot first. This is a nod to Zoro getting lost)
The parenting will be done by Zoro Sims' partner primarily. Must have 2 kids. (Nojiko & Nami)
Generation 3- Cat Burglar Nami
You are the second born in this generation (Surprise!) You are very close to your sibling, and your maternal*, but your paternal* parent were always busy training, so you found yourself being a little more...Rebellious. You have everything you could ever want, but you'd like a better relationship with your dad*
*This was just easier for the story to gender specify. Zoro Sim does not need to be male/female
Traits: Materialistic, genius, kleptomaniac.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in orange. Gender does not matter.
Career: Criminal (Oracle Branch)
Aspiration- Fabulously Wealthy
Requirements:
Max Logic, mischief & Gardening skills
8+ in Painting and Charisma
Reach level 10 in the Criminal Career (Oracle Branch)
Complete Aspiration Fortune Collector
Steal one item (successfully) at each location visited.
Have an "orange" Garden. (At least 10 lemon trees (because there are no oranges and lemons are a citrus) and various other orange plants/flowers)
Must be best friends with older sibling.
Must marry a wealthy/materialistic Sim
Generation 4: Sniper Usopp
Summary: This generation is a true hero in disguise. Born a natural coward, they possess a vivid imagination and an unparalleled talent for storytelling. While prone to stretching the truth, their heart is always in the right place, driven by a deep loyalty to their friends and an unwavering belief in their own potential to become a brave warrior
Traits: Creative, goofball, handy
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in yellow. Gender does not matter.
Career: Writer (author)
Aspiration- Nerd brain (Secondary best selling author if you are ambitious!)
Requirements:
Max Writing, handiness, logic
+8 Comedy and/or mischief.
Reach level 10 in the Author career.
Complete Aspiration (A least nerd brain, bonus points if you can do best-selling author too)
Craft 5 unique items via the woodworking table.
Write 5 Children/fantasy books.
Have at least 3 children's friends. (Referencing the Usopp Pirates)
Marry your childhood best friend, and have at least 5 kids (to represent Sanji and the Vinsmoke's )
Brave warrior of the sea! Complete 5 courageous acts through young adult to adult phases of life. (Overcome 5 fears in game, and or other various heroic things**)
Other Heroic things: Putting out fires, standing up to a bully Sim etc.
Generation 5- Blackleg Sanji
You grew up in a hectic family, having four other siblings. You aren't particularly close to any of them, unfortunately. You love cooking and baking, and you love love.
Traits: Foodie, romantic, lovebug.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in blue Gender does not matter.
Career: Chef Career.
Aspiration- Master Chef. (optional- Soulmate if you manage to complete the first)
Requirements:
Age up to young adult with the good manners trait.
Max Cooking, baking, gourmet and mixology.
+8 fitness and logic
+6 of herbalism.
Reach level 10 in the Chef/Culinary career.
Complete Aspiration master chef
Cook every dish in the game. Try for the highest possible quality.
Flirt with every eligible female sim.(regardless of your main Sims gender) Be polite to every woman as well.
Make 15 different drinks.
Partner needs to be soulmate level, with at least 1 of the following traits: good, self assured, outgoing or neat.)
Number of kids is optional, but at least one for heir of gen 6.
Generation 6: Doctor Tony Tony Chopper.
Your parents made sure you were loved and supported your whole life, making sure you knew you were loved and that you could be anything you wanted. You wanted to make sure you gave as much as you were given.
Traits: Childish, Genius, Animal Lover.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in pink. Gender does not matter.
Career: Max Dr. career OR run a 5 star vet clinic.
Aspiration- Friend of the Animals. (Optional, nerd brain, master of the herbs if you complete the first)
Requirements:
Max wellness, pet training, logic and herbalism
(optional) Max Veterinarian skill. Only a requirement if you go with the vet clinic.
Reach level 10 the doctor career, OR have a 5 star clinic.
Complete Aspiration friend of the animals.
You must have at least 2 pets in your household at once. They must also be well cared for, trained and loved.
You must be friends with your neighbors pets too!
You must have 1 sweet treat a day.
Create herbal remedies 3-5 a week.
Partner must be good and or love animals.
Only have 1 kid.
Generation 7- Archeologist Nico Robin
Your Doctor parent inspired you to be just as smart, but you cared less about patients, and more about the historical side of things. You loved learning how things work, and the history of it. You read so many books about everything, and seem to know a little too much about everything.
Traits: Genius, Bookworm, macabre
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in purple. Gender does not matter.
Career: Education- Professor Branch
Aspiration- Archeology Scholar
Requirements:
Max Archeology,thanatology , logic, Flower arranging
+8 Research and Debate
6+ Charisma & mischief
Reach level 10 in Education- Professor Branch
Complete Aspiration Archeology Scholar
Read +50 Books
Earn a degree in History
Complete 2 Collection challenges of your choice*
Must have two kids, representing Iceburg and Franky.
Marry a Handy sim to represent "Tom" for Franky's gen.
*pick from Fossils, crystals, postcards and ancient artifacts.
Generation 8- Shipwright Franky
You grew up without much parental supervision, finding solace and purpose in crafting and building. A true eccentric with a heart of gold, you possess an unyielding passion for creation and a flair for the dramatic.
Traits: Handy, Childish, Cringe
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in light blue & Only wear bold outfits. Gender does not matter.
Partner should have 1-2 traits (Good, creative,outgoing, music lover)
Generation 9- Soul King Brook
You are a musician at heart, bringing joy and a unique brand of humor wherever you go. Despite your unusual circumstances and a certain affinity for the macabre, you cherish life and friendship above all else, always ready with a performance or a terrible, yet charming, joke. You live to spread music and laughter, even beyond the grave.
Traits: Cheerful, musical genius, goofball
Appearance: Dress in black/white Gender does not matter.
Career: Musician (Pianist)
Aspiration- Musical Genius
Requirements:
Max Guitar, piano, violin, singing and comedy
+8 mischief.
Reach level 10 in music career.
Complete Aspiration Musical Genius
Perform 20 live performances.
Write and perform 10 comedy routines.
Must have 10 friends outside of your family.
Has to tell one joke a day
Have at least one whale decoration (Laboon)
Perform 5 successful seances.
Sim MUST pass away either as a young adult or adult, and become a playable ghost. Cannot "Move on"/ let gen 10 take over until this happens.
Partner must have 1 of the following (at least): Good, music lover, family oriented, cheerful, goofball.
Generation 10- First "Son" of the Sea, Jinbe
You are a paragon of strength and honor, with a deep-seated wisdom and an unwavering sense of duty. Your life is dedicated to protecting the oceans and its inhabitants, and you serve as a mentor and guardian to those around you. With a calm demeanor and a powerful presence, you embody loyalty and the vastness of the sea itself
Traits: Good, family oriented, child of the ocean
Appearance: Dress in blue/teals Gender does not matter. (Despite son of the sea title)
Gen 2- Zoro: *In Sanji's Voice* That damn Marimo...messing everything up...
So I never considered this, but my Sim Lucy (Gen 1) Had twins. If this happens, make Kuina, Zoro's Rival. If you have triplets, Idk bro get creative LOL The kicker? Don't allow Kuina to exist past the teenage stage...To match what happens to Kuina in One Piece
Gen 4- Usopp
While Ultimately a great generation, my Sim Usoppin had not a single fear his whole life. Like not as a kid, not as a YA, and not even now as an adult. I started to realize it may not be possible to complete 5 fears, so I decided to tweak stuff.
For Usopp's "brave warrior of the sea," if you have what happened to me, Craft 10 unique items instead of 5, max out the mischief skill, and try do 8+ with fishing. (because as an adult with 5 kids, it's prolly not easy) (Side note, my Usopp Sim and his wife have 4, and she's pregnant with #5, because I had the first 4 back to back and got overwhelmed LOL)
Uh, hello, everyone. I am a long-time simmer and long-time poster of Tumblr, and I decided that I wanted to create a legacy challenge, based on the love of my life, One Piece!
I have also made a base game friendly version, which I'll link below, for anyone who may not have all the packs. I'm debating on making a video series though I haven't a clue on how to do that, but I love watching Legacy challenges and after completing the Not So Berry Challenge, I was inspired!
Please let me know if you have any questions! and if you'd like to see me make something about this idk I'm definitely going to do my own playthrough, though!
Tag me if you do this! I'd love to see it!
Generation 1- Strawhat Monkey D. Luffy
A whirlwind of cheerful chaos and fun, this is the groundwork of our legacy with quirky friendships, spontaneous adventures, and that sometimes, the simplest of desires can lead to the grandest of journeys.
Traits: Adventurous. Glutton, childish.
Appearance: The Only requirements are to dress in Red, must be a teen sim when you start the legacy. Gender does not matter.
Career: Freelance Career. Your pick of career choice(freelance, or odd jobs), or just live off the land selling collectables and such!
Aspiration- Jungle explorer.(Optional Friend of the World if you complete Jungle Explorer
Requirements:
Max Video Gaming & Comedy
At least 8+ in fitness, charisma, and mischief
Reach 5 stars in the odd jobs, Level 10 Freelance Career of choice or just continue to live off the land and sell stuff to make money and not have a real job!)
Complete Aspiration (At least jungle explorer)
Have at least 10+ good friends.
Eat 15 dishes from various locations
MUST have an "oops" baby with a non-serious partner (Our Gen 2 heir)
Generation 2- Swordsman (Or woman!) Roronoa Zoro
You're the product of a one-night stand, and you grew up adventuring with your parent! However, you lacked discipline, and while that was mostly nice as a kid, you decided to take a different approach as an adult. Unlike your parent, you are also a bit of a loner.
Traits: Hot-headed, loner, active.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in green. Gender does not matter.
Career: Officer (Military Branch)
Aspiration- BodyBuilder.
Requirements:
Max Fitness Skill.
+8 logic and handiness.
6+ Wellness.
Reach level 10 in the Military career (officer branch)
Complete Aspiration bodybuilder
Spend 3 hours (in game) a day in skill building
Must have 1 deep rivalry.
Cannot sleep in a bed more than 3 times a week. (rely on naps!)
No cooking, quick meals and leftovers only!
Must meet their partner at the gym.
Must go to a different location before going to the destination (Example, if going to the gym, must go to a different lot first. This is a nod to Zoro getting lost)
The parenting will be done by Zoro Sims' partner primarily. Must have 2 kids. (Nojiko & Nami)
Generation 3- Cat Burglar Nami
You are the second born in this generation (Surprise!) You are very close to your sibling, and your maternal*, but your paternal* parent were always busy training, so you found yourself being a little more...Rebellious. You have everything you could ever want, but you'd like a better relationship with your dad*
*This was just easier for the story to gender specify. Zoro Sim does not need to be male/female
Traits: Materialistic, genius, kleptomaniac.
Appearance: The Only requirement is to dress in orange. Gender does not matter.
Career: Criminal (Oracle Branch)
Aspiration- Fabulously Wealthy
Requirements:
Max Logic, mischief & Gardening skills
8+ in Painting and Charisma
Reach level 10 in the Criminal Career (Oracle Branch)
Complete Aspiration Fortune Collector
Steal one item (successfully) at each location visited.
Have an "orange" Garden. (At least 10 lemon trees (because there are no oranges and lemons are a citrus) and various other orange plants/flowers)
Must be best friends with older sibling.
Must marry a wealthy/materialistic Sim
Generation 4: Sniper Usopp
Summary: This generation is a true hero in disguise. Born a natural coward, they possess a vivid imagination and an unparalleled talent for storytelling. While prone to stretching the truth, their heart is always in the right place, driven by a deep loyalty to their friends and an unwavering belief in their own potential to become a brave warrior
Traits: Creative, goofball, handy
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in yellow. Gender does not matter.
Career: Writer (author)
Aspiration- Nerd brain (Secondary best selling author if you are ambitious!)
Requirements:
Max Writing, handiness, logic
+8 Comedy and/or mischief.
Reach level 10 in the Author career.
Complete Aspiration (A least nerd brain, bonus points if you can do best-selling author too)
Craft 5 unique items via the woodworking table.
Write 5 Children/fantasy books.
Have at least 3 children's friends. (Referencing the Usopp Pirates)
Marry your childhood best friend, and have at least 5 kids (to represent Sanji and the Vinsmoke's )
Brave warrior of the sea! Complete 5 courageous acts through young adult to adult phases of life. (Overcome 5 fears in game, and or other various heroic things**)
Other Heroic things: Putting out fires, standing up to a bully Sim etc.
Generation 5- Blackleg Sanji
You grew up in a hectic family, having four other siblings. You aren't particularly close to any of them, unfortunately. You love cooking and baking, and you love love.
Traits: Foodie, romantic, lovebug.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in blue Gender does not matter.
Career: Chef Career.
Aspiration- Master Chef. (optional- Soulmate if you manage to complete the first)
Requirements:
Age up to young adult with the good manners trait.
Max Cooking, baking, gourmet and mixology.
+8 fitness and logic
+6 of herbalism.
Reach level 10 in the Chef/Culinary career.
Complete Aspiration master chef
Cook every dish in the game. Try for the highest possible quality.
Flirt with every eligible female sim.(regardless of your main Sims gender) Be polite to every woman as well.
Make 15 different drinks.
Partner needs to be soulmate level, with at least 1 of the following traits: good, self assured, outgoing or neat.)
Number of kids is optional, but at least one for heir of gen 6.
Generation 6: Doctor Tony Tony Chopper.
Your parents made sure you were loved and supported your whole life, making sure you knew you were loved and that you could be anything you wanted. You wanted to make sure you gave as much as you were given.
Traits: Childish, Genius, Animal Lover.
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in pink. Gender does not matter.
Career: Max Dr. career OR run a 5 star vet clinic.
Aspiration- Friend of the Animals. (Optional, nerd brain, master of the herbs if you complete the first)
Requirements:
Max wellness, pet training, logic and herbalism
(optional) Max Veterinarian skill. Only a requirement if you go with the vet clinic.
Reach level 10 the doctor career, OR have a 5 star clinic.
Complete Aspiration friend of the animals.
You must have at least 2 pets in your household at once. They must also be well cared for, trained and loved.
You must be friends with your neighbors pets too!
You must have 1 sweet treat a day.
Create herbal remedies 3-5 a week.
Partner must be good and or love animals.
Only have 1 kid.
Generation 7- Archeologist Nico Robin
Your Doctor parent inspired you to be just as smart, but you cared less about patients, and more about the historical side of things. You loved learning how things work, and the history of it. You read so many books about everything, and seem to know a little too much about everything.
Traits: Genius, Bookworm, macabre
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in purple. Gender does not matter.
Career: Education- Professor Branch
Aspiration- Archeology Scholar
Requirements:
Max Archeology,thanatology , logic, Flower arranging
+8 Research and Debate
6+ Charisma & mischief
Reach level 10 in Education- Professor Branch
Complete Aspiration Archeology Scholar
Read +50 Books
Earn a degree in History
Complete 2 Collection challenges of your choice*
Must have two kids, representing Iceburg and Franky.
Marry a Handy sim to represent "Tom" for Franky's gen.
*pick from Fossils, crystals, postcards and ancient artifacts.
Generation 8- Shipwright Franky
You grew up without much parental supervision, finding solace and purpose in crafting and building. A true eccentric with a heart of gold, you possess an unyielding passion for creation and a flair for the dramatic.
Traits: Handy, Childish, Cringe
Appearance: Only requirements are to dress in light blue & Only wear bold outfits. Gender does not matter.
Partner should have 1-2 traits (Good, creative,outgoing, music lover)
Generation 9- Soul King Brook
You are a musician at heart, bringing joy and a unique brand of humor wherever you go. Despite your unusual circumstances and a certain affinity for the macabre, you cherish life and friendship above all else, always ready with a performance or a terrible, yet charming, joke. You live to spread music and laughter, even beyond the grave.
Traits: Cheerful, musical genius, goofball
Appearance: Dress in black/white Gender does not matter.
Career: Musician (Pianist)
Aspiration- Musical Genius
Requirements:
Max Guitar, piano, violin, singing and comedy
+8 mischief.
Reach level 10 in music career.
Complete Aspiration Musical Genius
Perform 20 live performances.
Write and perform 10 comedy routines.
Must have 10 friends outside of your family.
Has to tell one joke a day
Have at least one whale decoration (Laboon)
Perform 5 successful seances.
Sim MUST pass away either as a young adult or adult, and become a playable ghost. Cannot "Move on"/ let gen 10 take over until this happens.
Partner must have 1 of the following (at least): Good, music lover, family oriented, cheerful, goofball.
Generation 10- First "Son" of the Sea, Jinbe
You are a paragon of strength and honor, with a deep-seated wisdom and an unwavering sense of duty. Your life is dedicated to protecting the oceans and its inhabitants, and you serve as a mentor and guardian to those around you. With a calm demeanor and a powerful presence, you embody loyalty and the vastness of the sea itself
Traits: Good, family oriented, child of the ocean
Appearance: Dress in blue/teals Gender does not matter. (Despite son of the sea title)
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