@akagamiko Said: There Are Times Where I Cant See Things That I Should. //[()]

@akagamiko said: “ there are times where i can’t see things that i should. ” // [ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏) ]

❝ out of willful ignorance, or because you realized it too late? ❞

　even if rosinante repeated his life another thousand times, not doomed to repeat his mistakes but instead free to change things as he wished, he still never would have expected this day to transpire the way that it has. he was just fishing one moment, alone on the furthest corner of a secluded spit of beach, and suddenly he was approached, out of the blue, by one of the most terrifying pirates alive, redhaired shanks.

or, that's what he thought; although it had been several years since rosinante had submitted his 'indefinite leave of absence' to the marines (long enough ago to, at this point, be understood as a resignation in everything but name) he still remembered the things that were repeatedly drilled into his head. specifically, a list of pirates not to engage with, under any circumstances, if they happened to cross paths. not without proper authorization. not without a full squadron, preferably with several devil fruit users and an admiral or two. never alone. you will die, they told him. you are unprepared.

it was a lot of scary talk for a guy who, now that the two were sitting beside one another, ultimately just seemed like... a guy. he was surprised at first, of course he was; he expected to be completely alone, and even enveloped himself with his silence technique for added concentration while fishing. he got too concentrated, it seems, being so surprised when shanks shook his shoulder (presumably after several failed attempts to shout through his soundproof wall) and he jumped out of his skinーoff the dock into the water. thank the seas this man seemed to realize intuitively that he was a devil fruit eater, and therefore would drown without his help. rosinante couldn't help but wonder if he had rescued poor souls like that before.

and now they were just... sitting there, having a conversation together, rosinante looking like a wet dog and too self-conscious to shed his clothing despite how weak the seawater-soaked clothes clinging to his skin made him feel. he hadn't noticed that shanks and his crew had set themselves up on the beach. so it was true; shanks, despite his fearsome reputation, really did just... drink & party a lot, huh?

　　　　　　❝ you don't seem like either type. ❞

hi dad

hello, daughter! he's always wanted to be a girl dad.

META   +  romance?

a concept that, like most forms of love, pre-law, was kind of alien to him.

for starters, when i mentioned [here] that rosinante didn't view himself as having much of a futureーi don't mean that in a nihilistic way, i mean that in that sense he expected to die very young. he didn't know the how, the why, or the whenーbut he knew doflamingo was going to either kill him one day, or lead to him getting killed.

any sort of 'romantic' relationship he had during this period would have been something more akin to friends with benefits. the benefit of companionship, the benefit of sex or intimacy, it didn't matterーhe never pushed too hard because, whatever the relationship led to, he expected it be cut short anyway. there probably were strong feelings there, but he wouldn't allow himself to celebrate them.

there was no point in getting attached. there was no point in expecting long-term relationships with people who weren't in his immediate vicinity already, like his adopted father and co-workers. he'll be dead soon.

meeting law turned his whole view of the world upside down in more ways than one; he saw a lot of his brother's rage in him, but also... there was that same resignation he had. the same expectation that he was going to die, so what was the point of looking towards a future? it made him angry, and he didn't understand well into his six month journey with him why it made him so angry.

'stop, talking like that. you're going to live through this but, even if you don't, shouldn't you want to make the most of the time you have? live.'

it woke him up in a way he didn't expect and he allowed himself to start fully feeling love for the people & things around him. he loved his brother so much he was going to try to stop him, even if it killed him. he loved law so much he'd do anything to cure him, even if he went broke, was disowned from the marines, and never got to speak to sengoku again.

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but, in verses where he survives minion island, i feel like that is where he would truly shine and be able to call himself a 'romantic' or 'loving' person when he got a partner. the worst possible thing that could have happened to him happened, and... he was fine? a little fucked up, both physically and psychologically, but hey he lived. it made him realize he didn't want to have regrets when he did eventually die. he wanted to enjoy himself fully while he was still here.

i think, past that point, it would be very easy for him to fall in love, and even admit it aloud. life is too short not to love.

@melpcmene said: ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ (baby sanji) / [𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒]

　❝ uh-huh! i hope i won't get you in trouble, but a kiddo like you shouldn't be stuck clearing tables on a nice day like this. don't they give you days off here? ❞

　rosinante was a slow eater. well, he could eat fast if he were in a rushーbut that was generally a bad idea. his gag reflex was sensitive, but especially so when eating or drinking too fast. he needed to allot more time in between bites, aiding himself with copious amounts of water, otherwise he would choke or spit things up. it was a trait about himself that he still genuinely found embarrassing, whereas his clumsiness was something he had grown to accept.

eating as slow as he needed to sometimes guaranteed he had been the last person in the dining area on at least a couple of occasions, late enough for him to start taking notice of the routine the workers would do when clearing plates and changing tablecloths in between mealtimes. he figured he would give it a try.

half her bags are already by his front door but since she was raised with manners here's the formal request gjhj

she has already moved in, yes. he is excited to be her chocolate taste tester and help her sell them in town!

scientists have been working around the clock to devise a solution to this problem--

i want to do the 'are you rosinante's type' thing but, as we established yesterday, 95% of you are his children now, so 95% of you are not his type.