I Love Writing (i Constantly Have Writer's Block)

what do you do when you feel like writing but can't come up with any good ideas?

you are amazing exsctly what we needed in the luffy x readers thank you for being amazing and this writing absotootly gorgeous

thank you sm!!! i'm really glad you liked it, sweetheart

it's three in the morning here in my city and i should be sleeping cuz i work in a few hours but i'm thinking about monkey d. luffy

hi, my name is 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚. ˖ please, use she/they. 21.

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the way my blog looks messy even after i spend hours tidying it up is really killing me

thought of the day: a fanfic with luffy x afab!reader, where they're soulmates connected by the legend of the akai ito and have to deal with it.

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marinating on the idea of you and roronoa zoro being at each other’s throats every single day. bickering, insults, eye rolls. he’s too “bullheaded” and you’re too “stubborn” — two sides of the same coin.

but, it’s completely different when the two of you are drunk.

drunk!zoro being the epitome of “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s MY pain in the ass”.

drunk!zoro is suddenly chummy as all hell with you when he’s three beers deep.

drunk!zoro blindly agreeing to whatever you’re saying, nodding along to your own drunken critique of another pirate crew in the same port as the straw hats. zoro 🤝 you when it comes to hating everyone else

drunk!zoro and you, off at some table talking about the finer points of swordsmanship — you have no fucking idea what he’s talking about, you can’t even see straight but he’s smiling and it’s cute— and the others are like ??????? are they gonna kill each other or what ??????

drunk!zoro’s mask of irritation is gone because he doesn’t really hate you — he’s just got no fuckin’ idea what that tight feeling in his chest is when you’re around. heartburn? indigestion? gas? a crush?????? pffft, please. what is he, twelve?

drunk!zoro caving and agreeing to join in on one song (holds his finger up, wags it in your face — “one. only one.”) because you practically beg on your hands and knees for him to join you and the others while spouting some slurred babble about “i love our family” and the our really gets to him.

drunk!zoro and you screaming the words to some stupid shanty in each other’s faces in the middle of the tavern while the others are like………. what the fuck is going on, why are they smiling, are they flirting

drunk!zoro and you, arm in arm, as you both are slapped with the reality of drinking too much. neither of you can see straight, can’t walk straight. it’s the blind leading the blind out here, and you’re both teetering on the sidewalk, laughing, heading back to port.

and then, the next morning, it’s like none of it ever happened. yelling and fighting on the deck and all of it done with a hangover — as if zoro hadn’t passed out at the foot of your bed the night before like a loyal guard dog and you hadn’t tucked him in.