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"I one day wanna see a One Piece AU where everyone actually speaks different languages. Like, perhaps there’s a language that’s spoken in 95% of the world and everyone is bilingual."
Expanding on the above prompt, what would happen if everyone on the Grand Line really did speak different languages? A couple of little explorations done here and there.
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“—arrangements have already been made. There's no need for anyone to be harmed here. Your father has—”
“He's not my father.”
There’s no mistaking the sound of the cook's voice, but Zoro’s eyes narrow at the unfamiliar tone in it.
His hand is still on Wado.
“No way in hell,” Nami's voice rings out. “He’s not going anywhere, he's spoken for.”
This gives Bege pause, surprise flashing on his face before returning to a practised neutrality.
“Spoken for? As in—”
“As in, you can't have him,” Zoro should have let his Captain speak first, but his mouth opens almost on instinct, speaking over the big man as they join their crewmates.
“As in, fuck off.’ -
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It's a little prank he plays on Pure Vanilla Cookie. He just wants to see how the healer will react.
It, abruptly, becomes quite unfunny.
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There’s a rumor going around the base. It’s an innocent one, it’s one that’s been following him for a while now. It never fails to make the guys laugh and the dames snicker behind their palms. It’s a rumor that, on a good day, makes him grin and shake his head bashfully and on a bad day it makes his chest ache something fierce.
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- Part 1 of The MOTA Files (unrelated)
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There’s a sound itching at the back of his mind, a soft repetition that’s forcing Pure Vanilla’s eyes back open with its unfamiliarity. He mumbles a groan, pushing himself up in bed as he brushes back the hair from his forehead and reaches for the staff beside him. As his hand finds purchase, he lifts it up high and scans the room around him.
Pure Vanilla’s vision may still be blurred from blinking back sleep, but there’s a familiar blue form seated at his dresser.
“Shadow Milk Cookie?”
The form turns; bright white hair sways from the movement, spilling over slender shoulders and adorned with a large blue bow. Sharp eyes peer at him, framed by an unkind smile curved in a smirk.
“Aw,” is all but sneered. “Miss him already?”
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- Part 5 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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Bookmarked by ATrashCat
15 Apr 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
so real. The maiden my diva. Also the fount and the sage description goes crazy. Sososososo good another day another banger from jambound creator