So in honor of One Piece officially overtaking Superman as the most sold graphic novel series under one author worldwide, Oda wrote what the One Piece is on paper, put that paper in a chest, put that chest in a pressurized container, then sunk that container to the bottom of the sea at an undisclosed location.
So if anyone out there wants to know what the One Piece is before it’s revealed in the story, they just have to set sail for themselves and find it.
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oh, Wake Up Dead Man the messages you carry. "Religion is used to radicalize spread hate by preying on the vulnerable" and "religion can be used to uplift others by giving them a community and offering them acceptance and a second chance if they're willing to take it." and "it doesn't matter if your belief is no belief you should still love others" and "those puritanical women you see where raised in an environment where they were told to hate others and that they had to follow and serve a man for their entire lives"
Not to be that person but I think maybe the first clue that these motherfuckers were mother fuckering is when they gave themselves a fandom name that we all use colloquially like they're big fans of a toxic band and not the president of the United States of America- someone who famously should not have a fandom and is an EMPLOYEE
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More Dispatch sketches cuz OMFG they're consuming my waking thoughts ,I saw this cool set w Robert w flambae merch and also wanted to draw him in some too I imagine that jacket is so fucking warm
Robert has lil freckles on his face I just know he doesn't spend much time in the sun, always in that dam suit
Summary: In the aftermath of another big battle Zuko helps clean your wounds.
Warning: kissing, and a drizzle of angst, nudity but nothing explicit, sokka and Toph being little shits per usual
Wordcount: 1.3k
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With your bare back facing him you couldn‘t exactly see what he was up to but you could guess he was carrying his deep etched frown on his face.
His warm hands worked wonders against the contrast of your cold, bare skin. You could hear him mumble something behind you for the past 20 minutes give or take.
,,Y‘know i can‘t really understand anything you are saying right?‘‘ Your words came out more slurred than you intended, the drowsiness pulling you toward a sleep you were barely fighting off.
,,I am not saying anything.‘‘
,,You are. Along the lines of: That wasn‘t honorable. You shouldn‘t have jumped infront of me. I can fight with honour‘‘ You mock his voice as you tease him, but with no answer from him you both fall back into silence again.
Your eyes dart around the camp you were stationed in to check on the others. Aang and Katara weren‘t fairing off any better than you two only with Aang in your place and Katara in Zuko‘s. Toph was busy throwing rocks at Sokka‘s head while he kept tinkering on his new ,super cool, super evolutionary non-bender bike‘, or whatever, and Momo and Appa were fast asleep.
A groan slipped out of you before you could surpress it when Zuko would brush across a particular harsh burn and you could hear him huff every time. Maybe jumping infront of him as he was being attacked was not your smartest decision you have ever made, but it was one you made anyway and now you were suffering multiple burns, scraps, and bruises that you are quite sure will scar. Not that you really minded. With a deep sigh you move to stand up as you hold your cloth infront of your chest to turn towards Zuko. Now facing him, you really took him in. A deep purple shadow bruised the skin beneath his left eye, and the scar on his right seemed a little more red than usual. His gaze refused to meet yours. How unbecoming of a Lord of an entire kingdom, you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.
,,Zuko, look at me.”, you tried but his eyes kept staring towards the ground as his hands were rubbing the ointment that he was previously smearing on your back off. Letting your towel fall to your lap your hands find purchase on his face turning his face upward towards you. Moonlight cast a silver sheen across his features, making them sharper and softer, somehow, all at once.
You leaned forward a little towards him: ,,Tell me you wouldn’t have done the exact same for me, Zuko.”
‘‘That”s not the point.”
“But it is. And you know it. That’s why you are deflecting.” The last part came out as more of a whisper as you leaned even more towards him to place a gentle peck on his cupid’s bow, deliberately avoiding his lips.
“I know you are a big, powerful Fire Lord, Zuko but i am strong too. And if i hadn’t stepped in what would have happened to you? You can say what you want about me, but you were already down and bleeding. If you had taken that hit-“, before you could finish the rest of your sentence, his hand comes up to your jaw, firm but careful, and suddenly his lips are on yours. He tilts your head, deepening the kiss before you can even react. It isn’t gentle, not really. It’s desperate. Frustrated. Like something he’s been holding back for far too long finally spilling over. There’s heat in it, and something sharper beneath, fear, lingering and unspoken. Everything he won’t say, pressed into the non existing space between you. All things Zuko.
Zuko exhales softly against your lips, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction as the kiss shifts but still intense, still desperate, but no longer as sharp. His other hand finds your bare waist, careful of your injuries, yet unwilling to let you drift too far from him. Even as you pulled away to breathe even for just a second his lips follow yours as he pulls your face gently back towards him. You melt into his arms as though you were puty and when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely. His forehead rests against yours, breath uneven, eyes still closed like he’s afraid that if he looks at you, something will break.
“Wow.”
Zuko jerks back like he’s been burned. You blink, still a little dazed, before your head snaps toward the voice and you immediately remember your current state.
“…Oh.” Toph is sitting a few feet away, smirking. Sokka is also there. Very much looking.
“Okay-wow-yep, this is-this is a lot happening at once,” he says, aggressively not knowing where to look and somehow looking everywhere. You grab the towel from your lap at lightning speed, clutching it to your chest.
“Turn around!” you snap.
“I am turned around!” Sokka yelps, spinning in a full circle and somehow ending up facing you again. Katara groans, grabbing him by the collar and physically yanking him the other way. Before you could start yelling at Sokka for even glancing your way you feel something warm around your shoulders and hands moving to your front section. Your eyes dart back to Zuko who now stands before you as he ties his silky red robe around you fully covering you in his kingdoms insignia. His lips were still a bit red from your small make out session and he had a soft red hue covering his cheeks. For a moment, no one says anything.
“…That’s new.” Toph tilts her head, grin widening. Zuko straightens immediately, like that alone might restore what little dignity he has left. It doesn’t.
“Don’t,” he says flatly.
“I didn’t say anything,” Toph shoots back, far too pleased with herself. “But wow, your heartbeat is loud.” Zuko’s ears go red. Again. You press your lips together, very clearly trying not to laugh and failing. Sokka, who Katara is still holding hostage by the collar, leans sideways to peek again.
“So are we all just ignoring the fact that Fire Lord Fancy here just—”
“Sokka,” Katara warns.
“—kissed her,” he finishes anyway. “Because I feel like that’s a pretty big development for the group dynamic.”
“There is no group dynamic,” Zuko snaps.
Aang lowers his hands from his eyes, squinting cautiously. “Can I look now? Is it safe?”
“No,” Zuko says immediately.
“Yes,” you say at the same time.
Aang hesitates. “…I’m getting mixed signals.”
You snort softly, adjusting the robe around your shoulders. It’s warm now, too warm, honestly but it smells faintly like smoke and something distinctly him, and you don’t mind nearly as much as you probably should.
Your fingers brush the fabric, then glance back up at Zuko.
“Nice robe,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. His gaze flickers to you, then away just as fast. “You needed it.”
“Mm.” Your grin turns teasing. “Very noble of you.”
He narrows his eyes slightly. “Don’t start.”
Toph lets out a quiet, delighted laugh. “Oh, she’s definitely starting.”
Sokka finally breaks free from Katara’s grip, immediately pointing between the two of you. “Okay but seriously, since when is this a thing?”
“It’s not a thing,” Zuko says again, a little too quickly.
You raise a brow.
He pauses.
“…It’s not-” he tries again, weaker this time.
Your smile widens.
“Wow,” Sokka says, looking between you both. “That’s rough, buddy.”
