Meh Heh Heh

Meme time

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:35:35 GMT

1. Sanji
2. Luffy
3. Shanks
4. Zoro
5. Ace
6. Robin
7. Nami
8. Chopper
9. Usopp
10. Mihawk
11. Franky
12. Tashigi

Have you ever read a 6/11 fic before?
Robin/Franky. No, but I've seen them posted up before

Do you think 4 is hot? How hot?
A-duh? yes

What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?
ummmm, Tashigi gets Chopper pregnant... I don't know, I really don't.

Do you recall any fics about 9?
Usopp. A few good ones

Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?
Robin/Luffy I guess, Luffy would probably get her to be less reserved

5/9 or 5/10?
Ace/Usopp, or Ace/Mihawk. Ace/Mihawk, I have an unhealthy obsession with Mihawk.

What would happen if 7 walked in on 2 and 12 having sex?
Nami walks in one Luffy and Tashigi. She'd probably get flustered and think that Tashigi would arrest them later

Make up a summary of a 3/10 fic.
Mihawk/Shanks. Mihawk hears of the meeting between Shanks and Whitebeard and reminices on old times

Is there such thing as 1/8 fluff?
Sanji/Chopper. There's always room for fluff with Chopper.

Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic?
Nami/Tashigi Hidden Comfort? I've never been good with titles.

What kind of plot would you use if you wanted 4 to de-flower 1?
Sanji/Zoro? LOL, I've done that many times. Something with a Crabby Sanji and a horny Zoro.

Does anyone on your Friends list read 3 het?
Possibly, maybe Shanks/Makino

Does anyone on your Friends list write/draw 11?
Probably

Would anyone on your Friends list write 2/4/5?
Luffy/Zoro/Ace. Practically positive.

What might 10 scream at a moment of great passion?
That, my friends is a mystery. Who the hell knows.

If you wrote a song-fic about 8, what song would you chose?
Chopper. umm, something happy

If you wrote a 1/6/12 fic, what would the warning be?
Sanji/Robin/Tashigi. "Tashgi's Justice."

What might be a good pick-up line for 10 to use on 2?
Shanks on Usopp. "You remind me of someone. Gold Roger."

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 08:02:06 GMT

Your boy side

[x] you love hoodies.
[x] you love jeans.
[x] dogs are better than cats
[ ] it's hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] you've played with/against boys on a team.
[ ] shopping is torture.
[ ] sad movies suck.
[ ] you own an x-box.
[x] played with hotwheels cars as a kid.
[ ] at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] you own a DS, PS2 or sega.
[x] you used to be obsessed with power rangers.
[x] you watch sports on TV. (I don't really watch much TV)
[ ] gory movies are cool.
[ ] you go to your dad for advice.
[ ] you own like a trillion baseball caps.
[ ] you like going to football games.
[ ] you used to/do collect baseball cards.
[x] baggy pants are cool to wear.
[ ] it's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] you love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[x] sports are fun.
[x] talk with food in your mouth.
[x] wear boxers.

Total = 14

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Your girl side

[x] you wear lip gloss.
[x] you love to shop.
[x] you wear eyeliner.
[x] you have some of the same shirts in different colors.
[x] you wear the color pink.
[x] go to your mom for advice.
[x] you consider cheerleading a sport
[ ] you hate wearing the color black.
[ ] you like hanging out at the mall.
[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
[ ] you like wearing jewelry (I have some, but don't like it, hardly ever wears them)
[ ] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe
[ ] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
[ ] you don't like the movie star wars.
[x] you are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance.
[x] you smile a lot more than you should.
[x] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
[x] you care about what you look like.
[x] you like wearing dresses when you can.
[ ] you like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne
[x] used to play with dolls as little kid.
[x] like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it.
[ ] like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored

Total = 14

Tie

a fun quiz and No pirates of the Caribbean Spoilers

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 26 May 2007 18:18:05 GMT

I started work again this week, which means getting up at 7 and working 8:30 to 5:00 monday thru friday, since I can't work monday through thursday. It's $8 an hour, but Indexing all day is tedious. Typing random names and numbers all day makes my hands hurt and drives me bonkers by the end of the week. But! I got to see Pirates last night (which made work on friday crawl by ^^;) It was AWESOME, exceeded all my expectations and I couldn't predict the plot. Definitely worth seeing several more times. We got there at 7:30 and all shows were sold out until 11, haha, so we bought the tickets and hung out around Union Boulevard until 10, when we went in to get seats.

Quizzes

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:34:47 GMT

I have too much free time. Hopefully work will get back to me soon about if there's enough work for me to come back in June.

You are brave, independant, adventuresome, and loyal.
You thrive on action and are probably talented at extreme sports. You are loyal to your peers and values. You don't neccessarily respect laws or rules, especially when they get in the way.

What Straw Hat Pirate Are You?

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michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 18:24:39 GMT

Please, please let the ghost bothering the Straw Hats and Brooke really be Doflamingo using his puppetry powers. *is hopeful*

interestingly enough, Aoccdrnig to rsceearh at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit any porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Aazmnig!

I wonder if this ever actually happened to someone...

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 02:20:26 GMT

An elementary school class started a class project to make planters to take home to their parents.

They wanted to have a plant in it that was easy to take care of, so they decided to use cactus plants.

The students were given green-ware pottery planters in the shape of clowns which they painted with glaze.

The clown planters were professionally fired at a class outing so they could see the process.

It was great fun!

They planted cactus seeds in the finished planters and they grew nicely, but unfortunately, the children were not allowed to take them home.

The cactus plants were removed and small ivy replaced them and the children were then allowed to take them home instead.

The teacher said cactus seemed like a good idea at the time!

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 18:15:38 GMT

Nooooooooooo :(

I saw a picture from the Alabasta arc and laughed my ass off. Why? Because I'm strangely amused by things that could be in a Shakira video. It's the reason why I laugh whenever I watch the scene in Neverending Story with Atreya and the Giant Turtle.

So I happily took an image and put it in Photo editor.

THen I happily tried to change its size to the appropriate Lj icon size.

*Sniffles* You can't read the writing well when it looks like that. Sadness.

Sigh, well since I cannot give the world Shakira icons, I guess I'll give them the results to this Christmeas quiz thing.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, rab_rumrunner sent to me...

Twelve woodsbaile_02s drumming

Eleven geunas piping

Ten justiras a-leaping

Nine _paperpencils dancing

Eight movies a-milking

Seven cars a-swimming

Six computers a-partying

Five de-e-e-esperate housewives

Four throwing parties

Three juggling babies

Two planning parties

...and an angel in a buffy.

Well, it was a fun idea while it lasted

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 01:34:17 GMT

Goodbye Ecuador. I'd just saved up enough money to study abroad there, when I find out I have to pay $2500 for this semester because Wittenberg is becoming so freaking expensive.

Looks like I'll be taking summer classes at Miami of Middletown this summer.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 18:31:46 GMT

Woot, Merry Christmas guys

Xmas Stocking

leave a gift for rab_rumrunner

get your stocking

Rabble Rabble Rabble

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 02 Dec 2006 07:52:47 GMT

Sorry for any typing errors in this, I'm hella pissed. I am so angry right now, I can't even fall asleep. Why am I angry? Because I'm stuck in a cow town of racist, redneck douches for 8 months of the year.

Why am I so angry? Because every single fucking time I go to Steak and Shake with white friends, I get decent service. It's Steak and Shake, they aren't known for their service, which is fine. What isn't fine is that every fucking time I go with Black or Latino friends to Steak and Shake the service is noticeably worse. One time a group of white people came in after us, were seated, ordered, and got their food before me, my friend, and my two house mates, all of whom are black.

This particular night started out great. Hungry after the Lambda Chi semi-formal, Jess and I dragged our other house mate out to get something to eat, and since it was one, our only option was damn Steak and Shake. We walk in, and Jess and Camilo were the only non-white people in the whole restaurant. We're seated, ignored until finally the waiter takes our drink orders. He comes back when he catches me looking at him as he waits on someone who came in after us (after ignoring my glares several times), drops off the drinks (which he never comes to refill once the entire time), and just leaves, with out taking our orders. He comes back, asks me for my order, then just looks in the general direction of Camilo and Jess to take their orders and apologizes to me about the service, not bothering to even look at Jess and Camilo. After watching people who arrive after we did continue to receive food and service faster than us for about 45 minutes, he arrives with the food and apologizes only to me again, then leaves, forgetting Jess's cheesefries and my second order of fries and my dessert. When he won't come back when we look at him while he continues to check on other tables and even when I call out excuse me, Jess has had it and raises her hand and I once again stare at him looking pissed, watching him look directly at me a few times, only to avert his eyes when he met mine. He finally comes and asks me what the problem was when other customers in the restaurant start noticing us. I say, "hey Jess, you go first", and we tell him the missing items. He apologizes once again only to me, still not acknowledging Jess or Camilo while I nod, noting that I didn't think my mouth could get even become as thin as it was at the time. By this time, Jess has a complaint card and I fill it out.

We get the food, grab the check, and go to the register. We pay and I tell the (black)waiter at the cash register about how the service is shittier whenever anyone who isn't white is with me, and the guy doesn't look surprised, especially not when I tell him which waiter it was. He even nodded his head a few times.

He asked me if I wanted to talk to the manager, but by this time everyone else wanted to just go home, so I told him just to let the manager know what I talked to him about and that I was sending in a complaint card.

So yeah. On a lighter note, ummmmmmm, dead puppies.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 22:42:42 GMT

An Intelligent Harry Potter House Sorting Quiz

Way to go, you're a Hufflepuff! Honest, loyal, and true, you are an awesome friend. You follow the rules and are faithful to your pals. You are hardworking, dedicated, and fair. The founder of your house was Helga Hufflepuff, renowned for her kindness and willingness to teach anyone who wanted to learn. Keep up the good work!(Art courtesy of Ayne Greensleeves)
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michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 03:43:35 GMT

Yoinked off Justira's, because the memo says to repost it.

IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST,
I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movies:
5. Favorite Songs:
6. Favorite Bands/Artists:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE...

1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
2. What's your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Why are we still on each other's Friends Lists??
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. What RP character do you think of when you hear my name?
18. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 22:33:06 GMT

This has nothing to do with One Piece. You've been warned.

So much for the end of bitchy entries in this journal. So thanks to a few friends with huge mouths, most of my friends here know about the eating disorder I had last year. And these "friends" refuse to admit to telling people about it and keep trying to blame the other one, even though I KNOW both of them talked to people about it. When details are floating around are things I only told one specific person, it's a little obvious.

Mainly I'm sick of both extremes. I'm sick of people constantly saying "Oh you look so pretty! And Skinny!" as though they have to reassure me that the 20 pounds I lost aren't back. I'm sick of people who know saying things like, "Trying to gain the Wittenberg 15 already, eh Cat." I'm also tired of people who think that they're doing the right thing when they asked how much I've eaten, if I've been overexercising, or even coming into the bathroom if I decide to redo my make up because they were wondering if I was "ok" since I was taking so long.

Thanks a lot guys. I KNEW this would happen if people found out. I told you guys to keep your mouths shut, you promised to keep your mouth shut, then you have the nerve to lie to my face about breaking it. Thanks a fucking lot.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 21:42:11 GMT

Title: Angry Mornings
Pairing: Lucci/Paulie
Rating: PG
Topic: Women
Word Count: 300

I don't own One Piece. I'm far too poor for that.

Grinding his teeth, Paulie struggled to ignore the exaggerated sashaying of Califa's hips as she walked past him.

It was shameful that not only would a woman continue to wear such indecent attire after painstakingly being explained why it was inappropriate. It was even worse to flaunt it. She had even worn a more provocative outfit than usual.

Looking up upon hearing the door open, he caught Califa's eye, who smiled sweetly at him before, to Paulie's horror, she began to lean over the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.

Throwing down the report on the progress of Dock 1, Paulie stormed out, kicking the door open and narrowly missing Kaku.

“Hello Paulie. Everything fine?” Kaku said after a long pause.

Launching into a long, overdramatic rant over how the world was going to hell in a hand basket because of miniskirts, pushup bras, and midriff shirts, Paulie didn’t even notice people were stopping to stare until Kaku gently cut him off, reminding him to stop by dock three to check on the difficult rigging job they had before them.

Turning and narrowing his eyes at the throng of people standing in front of him, Paulie continued his brisk, angry walk until an obnoxiously cheerful voice called out, “Having a bad day?”

“Shove it pigeon man,” came the venomous reply.

Not a shred of emotion showed on Lucci’s face, even as Hattori chirped, “You should find a way to channel that anger,” before Lucci slipped back into the crowd of morning passersby.

Reaching the dock three warehouse, he was surprised to find it empty. Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see Lucci, minus Hattori, standing behind him with a predatory smirk radiating off his face.

Setting down his bag, Paulie couldn’t help but wonder if this was all Kaku’s doing.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 05:24:22 GMT

It seems I'm on a roll today. Who knew avoiding papers and drama could be so semi-productive

Loosely tied into the courtship rituals universe. Screenshot used to make icon was on Dizzy.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 17:09:01 GMT

A month or two ago, yuki_kokoro wrote a drabble that had something to do with whisks. Out of a mixture of boredom, and needing something to keep me busy and away from the dramatic people here at school, I made this.

So yeah, I guess since she's writing a Sanji/Ace bondage drabble, this is dedicated to her.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 00:52:04 GMT

Title: Losing the Battle, Winning the War
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Word Count: 225
Topic: exhaustion
Rating: PG
Don't own OP

"But Nami, no one else wants to!" Luffy whined.

Zoro smirked, eavesdropping on Nami's frustrated reply to Luffy's demand. The smirk grew larger as he heard Luffy refuse to back down.

"Ussop is working on an invention and Sanji and Zoro are too tired. Sanji rolled his eyes at me and said, "I'm exhausted, get out." Pouting for a moment, he continued. "Zoro just grunted and rolled over."

"I don't care. Go back and bother them," Nami said in a clipped tone. "What did they do that made them so tired anyway."

Stiffening for a moment, Zoro started to spring up to in hopes of stopping that damn woman from getting information she could dig her claws into. Information she would never forget and would use to lord over him for weeks.

"Fighting in the store room."

Freezing for a moment, he heard Nami pause and give a disinterested, "Oh," before she turned, looking in Zoro's direction. "Well, he's awake now, go ask him again," she said as she started to walk toward the bunkroom. Luffy scurried over, once again nagging him to explore the island with him. Scowling, Zoro swore before standing up all the way. If he said no, Luffy would probably just start nagging Nami again, and he and Sanji’s “fights” was a bullet Zoro didn’t care to have to dodge again.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 01:55:10 GMT

Finally finished the damn thing. Rahr.

NC17 fic, don't read if you don't like non-con or someone struggling to write sex for the first time

Leave it to Zoro to get lost on his way back to the ship. It wasn't that hard. All he had to do was walk down a clearly marked path from the small inn to the Going Merry. So maybe the island was edged with forest, it still wasn't that hard to navigate.

But then, this was the same man who had managed to get himself stuck upside down in a chimney.

Zoro had gotten into a rather fierce argument with Nami-swan, after which he left to get a set of weights, and some of Nami-swan's pens and inks. That had been around 10 am. It was now 9 pm, and while the Marimo knew how to take care of himself, poor Nami-swan still didn't have what she needed. How the idiot could fuck up such a simple task and inconvenience Nami was beyond Sanji's reckoning.

Caught up with being annoyed at Zoro, Sanji almost missed the grass of the edge of the pass that was crushed. Stopping abruptly, he peered down at what was unmistakably another path leading into the woods. It looked crude, perhaps rarely traveled, but it was a path none the less. It looked like it had been used recently, too.

"For Nami-swan," he thought as he turned into the wooded area.

Walking down the path, he scowled as he watched the last glimmers of daylight fade away, leaving him with only what little moonlight made it through the trees. It had to be half past 10 by now. Fucking asshole. Of course he would do this, causing Sanji to have to tramp through unfamiliar territory in the dark, brushing off paranoia that he was being watched by creatures that hid in the shadows and around bends. To distract himself from his nagging, childish voices he began mumbling to himself about what he was going to do to the idiot Marimo, when he heard a familiar, welcoming sound. Snoring. Good God, Zoro probably had managed to wander onto the path and get lost, wandering around the entire day. A smirk graced Sanji's face as he spied the asshole in a clearing. Letting out a relieved sigh, he began to ponder if he should insult or kick the swordsman to wake him up. Deciding on the latter he raised his leg to step into the clearing, where the swordsman had fallen asleep, his back against a tree.

Sanji hadn't even set his foot down when something behind him ripped him off his feet, shoving him to the ground. Strong legs pinned his lower body down leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. A single hand gripped his wrists together hard enough to leave bruises. Panicking, Sanji opened his mouth to cry out to Zoro, pride be damned, when he felt a stinging sensation around his neck, and a piece of cloth was painfully yanked into his mouth, and knotted tightly behind his head in the span of a few seconds. His own tie.

"He probably wouldn't have roused anyway," a calm, strangely dignified voice stated from behind Sanji. "Not after what I showed him today." With a sick feeling in his stomach, Sanji strained his head to look behind him, only to have the gag tightened suddenly, causing a slight dizziness from the pressure at the back of his head. "Stay still," commanded his captor. As Sanji glanced up at Zoro, fucking Zoro who got him into this situation, fucking bastard who was only 20 yards away, he couldn't help letting out a small whine, which pleased his captor to no end. Hearing the man above him let out a low chuckle, Sanji felt himself being slowly turned over, care taken to prevent him from freeing his legs. Sanji's heart sank. His worst fears were confirmed when he looked into a pair of cold, golden eyes.

"It seems like someone came looking for trouble," Mihawk whispered, a small smile flitting on his lips for a moment as he surveyed Sanji. "Do you know what happens when one goes looking for trouble?"

Pausing for a moment to take in the nervous look on Sanji's face, he leaned his head towards Sanji's ear and whispered, "You receive it in spades," he purred. Smirking, he slipped Sanji's earlobe into his mouth, only encouraged by the gasp and attempt to jerk away as he lightly bit down. Releasing the ear, Mihawk gripped Sanji's chin with his free hands, tilting his head so they were eye to eye. "You're trespassing. Any of the locals would have told you to stay away. Anyone would have told you stories of people who simply disappeared, never to be seen again. I believe they even put signs up, as a reminder to their children to stay out." Stopping to read the look in Sanji's eyes, he sniffed and said in a clipped, superior tone, "It's your fault for not asking anyone about an unknown area before you wandered into it."

Pausing a moment to lick Sanji's cheeck, he continued. "This, this is a place where only the invited are welcome to roam. Why even come here," whispered Mihawk, running his fingers through Sanji's hair. "Were you worried? I've watched you and your nakama for days now. He looks at you in a most curious manner. But you never returned those looks," murmured Mihawk. A cruel smile gracing his face, he let out a low laugh. "Did the pretty red head want her belongings?" It wasn't a question. "You would wander into a wolf's territory over something as trivial as a woman's impatience?"

With a surge of anger, Sanji tried to lunge towards him, managing to pull one leg out and land a kick on Mihawk's upper thigh. The satisfaction was short lived however, as the leg was once again reclaimed and the grip on his legs become almost crushing. His wrists were gripped even tighter, and the tie was once again jerked back, only this time so abruptly and harshly that Sanji was certain he saw stars for a second.

Pulling in ragged breaths through the gag, he stiffened as he felt the other man's free hand begin to roam over his skin, feather light touches that didn't stay in one place for long. Steeling himself, Sanji forced himself to focus away from those touches and ignore whatever the swordsman was crooning in his ear. Only a fool would leave themselves open to this man's mind games.

In the blink of an eye, Mihawk jerked Sanji into a standing position, pushing him back into a tree and slamming his boot over Sanji's feet keeping them immobile. Smiling grimly at the satisfying noise Sanji's head made as it hit the tree trunk, he growled, "Don't ignore me." Anger radiated across his face for the first time that night. "You already owe me payment not only for entering this area, but for drinking out of my stream and for the fruit you picked and ate. I doubt that you want to make your situation any worse."

Payment? Sanji, head pounding, was torn between being shocked the man had followed him the entire time, and wondering how Zoro got out of it. Busy with his thoughts, he didn't notice Mihawk's free hand coming up behind his head until he felt long fingers running through his hair again, then traveling down to his cheek, not stopping until they were playing with the buttons on his shirt. As if reading his mind, Mihawk murmured, "Your nakama was welcome here. On top of that, he gave me a rather expensive set of ink and his attention for the day."

"You on the other hand still owe me something in exchange for allowing you to travel in these woods and taking my personal belongings without asking." Mihawk finished, looking down at him through lust-veiled eyes as he leaned into the curve of Sanji's neck and began nipping and sucking on it.

God Damnit! This wasn't fair. Zoro pawns off Nami-swan's personal belongings and learns new training exercises or sword strokes or whatever else the idiot needed to know to attempt to surpass Mihawk. Really, if you thought about it, it was practically cheating, having the man you needed to beat show you how to do it. He, on the other hand, who was only here because he had gone off looking for the jackass, was about to have to pay out of his ass to get out of it. Feeling Mihawk begin to take his shirt off, Sanji's sense of rebellion kicked in and he attempted to once again pull a foot out from under Mihawk. His struggles were fruitless, as Mihawk gripped the back of Sanji's neck, nails breaking the skin as he growled, "Every time you struggle, your situation will only get worse. I believe I have explained that already tonight."

Wondering if this was how Zoro felt about Nami and the ever growing, interest building debt he owed her, Sanji let out a small whine as the hand moved from his neck to his chin. "You have a choice," Mihawk continued, eyes glittering with a cruel delight, "You can make this easy on yourself. While a struggle is always interesting, it gets tiring, and wears on my patience over time. Compliance, however, is a different situation. If you're not difficult about this, you're here for the night. If you continue to struggle, you're mine for a week."

Laughing quietly at the man before him glaring daggers, Mihawk untied the gag, satisfied when the cook didn't yell out to Roronoa for help.

"Bastard," Sanji hissed after a few moments had passed, the anger in his eyes turning into hopeless resignation.

Raising an eyebrow, the Shichibukai simply slammed Sanji's head against the tree once again, silencing any cry with a harsh, violent kiss. Growling, his hands started roaming Sanji's sides, traveling down to his waist, as he ground their bodies together.

Letting out a sharp gasp at the sudden hungry, lustful ministrations being rained upon him, Sanji swallowed, struggling to keep quiet, so as not to wake the swordsman. For some reason, the thought of Zoro finding him like this seemed almost worse than actually going through with the act. When Mihawk slipped his clothes off, then reached down to grip Sanji's cock, all previous thoughts were wiped away as Mihawk gave a sharp stroke, while his mouth moved down to Sanji's shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, then lapping it away as it pooled at the surface. Pulling away to watch the cook's reaction, he put two fingers in his mouth, wet them, reached down between Sanji's legs, and slipped them one by one into his hole.

Unable to stop himself, Sanji let out a moan as he gripped the swordsman's shoulders, a slight pang in his stomach from his bodies betrayel. Eyes tightly closed, he gritted his teeth, willing for this to be over soon, as he felt Mihawk's fingers thrusting in and out of him. Mihawk's mouth had been busy continuing to kiss and bite the expanse of Sanji's neck. "Why does he look at you," the voice murmured before Mihawk abruptly let go and shoved him roughly on all fours to the ground. Flipped over onto his back, he let out a sharp cry when he felt Mihawk's teeth sink into the tender flesh of his upper thighs, breaking skin and leaving bruises, fingers of one hand stroking against Sanji's cock, while the other hand returned to moving in and out.

It didn't take long for Sanji to climax, not with Mihawk's fingers moving inside him and stroking him off at the same time, feeling disgusted with himself as he felt himself come. Looking up through half-lidded eyes, Sanji tried to make out the expression on the face of the man above him. Before he could, he found himself turned over onto his stomach, the pressure of Mihawk's body causing Sanji's knees to sink into the dirt and grass. Attepting to see what the man behind him was doing, he tried to turn around, but received only the pressure of Mihawk's hand pushing his head back down.

Gripping Sanji's hips, Mihawk used his knees to spread the cook's legs open wider, before thrusting in, holding nothing back.

The cry rang out loud enough for both men to look over in the direction of Zoro, before Mihawk continued. Ignoring the painful cries that escaped Sanji's throat from time to time, while his hand gripped and scratched Sanji's hip. The other moved up to caress Sanji's chest, lazily tracing a nipple as he continued to pound into him. Upon hearing yet another loud cry, Mihawk abruptly stopped, before pulling out, throwing Sanji over onto his back once again. "Do you want the gag again," he whispered, before pushing Sanji's legs back almost to his shoulders and once again thrusting into him.

Kneading the tender flesh as Mihawk found the rhythm again, he continued while noting how the young man under him was now biting his lips hard enough to draw blood to muffle any cries. Stiffening for a moment, Mihawk thrust a final time before coming, biting down on Sanji's throat with every intention of marking him and drawing blood as he came.

Taking a minute to enjoy the feeling of the young man beneath him shaking from exhaustion and probably nerves, he pulled out, noting the mixture of blood and cum that followed with satisfaction. Looking down, he noted how Sanji was trying to feign sleep and unconcioucness to avoid looking at him. As Mihawk finished pulling his coat back on, he paused before he grabbed Sanji's arm, abruptly pulling him into a standing position.

"When they ask you what happened, don't act as though you're some poor victim who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You took what was rightfully mine, and now I've taken what was rightfully yours. We're even." Pausing, he continued, "You didn't fight back. You were willing." With Mihawk's eyes burning into him, all Sanji could do was nod for fear of angering the man.

"If you choose to answer that question at all," Mihawk finished after a moment, picking up Sanji's clothes. He began to dress him, as though he were a doll or small child. Fingers touched the pale skin for a final time that night, taking great care in knotting the tie.

Stealing a kiss when he finished, Mihawk caressed Sanji's cheek and breathed, "I wish I could see the look on your face tomorrow morning when you look at your body in the light for the first time."

Kissing his forehead, he took a step back, a cold smile breaking across his face. "But I suppose there's always next time for that. Stay here until morning."

Before Sanji could say a word the man was gone, leaving him alone, sore, and nauseous from a sense of foreboding running through him. Eyes flitting to look in Zoro's direction for a second, Sanji slid down into a sitting position against the hard bark of the tree, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes in hopes of falling into a long, dreamless sleep.

Organizational stuff

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 00:28:11 GMT

Anyone know if there is going to be a new chap of One Piece this week?

Org. St.

MS1- status- Being Beta'd- Probably won't be posted til I get back from Georgia either Monday or Tuesday

MS2- status- incomplete- mostly written, edited as it went along, still need to finish and final precise edit, beta

SLFS1- sfn

SLFS2- sfn

SZcont- sfn

AS1- Sfn

LP1- being worked on

AS2- being worked on

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 17:23:44 GMT

What's your random One Piece yaoi?

MihawkxZeff
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michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 01:31:23 GMT

A very "special" dictionary. by lily22
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Definition:	A small Antarctican moth; one who is flashy and/or materialistic.

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michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 04:48:42 GMT

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.	× I don't watch much TV these days. (If it were the school year I wouldn't)	✓ I own lots of books.
× I wear glasses or contact lenses.	× I love to play video games.	× I've tried marijuana.
× I've watched porn movies.	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	× I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
✓ I curse sometimes.	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.	× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.

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× I have broken someone's bones.	✓ I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.	× I hate the rain.
× I'm paranoid at times.	✓ I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. (boobs way to big)	✓ I need/want money right now.
✓ I love sushi.	✓ I talk really, really fast.	✓ I have fresh breath in the morning.
✓ I have long hair.	× I have lost money in Las Vegas.	✓ I have at least one sibling.
× I was born in a country outside of the U.S.	× I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.	× I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
✓ I like the way that I look.	× I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.	✓ I am usually pessimistic.
× I have a lot of mood swings.	× I think prostitution should be legalized.	× I slept with a roommate.
× I have a hidden talent.	× I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.	✓ I have a lot of friends.
✓ I have pecked someone of the same sex. (more than that actueally...)	✓ I enjoy talking on the phone.	✓ I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
✓ I love to shop and/or window shop.	× I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.	× I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
✓ I have a mobile phone.	× I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.	✓ I've rejected someone before. (Did that just this week actually, but I was nice about it.)
× I currently like/love someone.	✓ I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.	× I want to have children in the future. (Nor sure)
✓ I have changed a diaper before.	✓ I've called the cops on a friend before. (Does it count if you weren't friends at the time)	✓ I'm not allergic to anything.
× I have a lot to learn.	✓ I am shy around the opposite sex. (More like around anyone I'm attracted too, since we have to include girls too)	× I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
✓ I have at least 5 away messages saved.	✓ I have tried alcohol or drugs before.	× I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
× I own the "South Park" movie. (I own the soundtrack though)	✓ I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal. (Procrastinators Unite! ... Tommorow!)	× I enjoy some country music.
× I would die for my best friends. (Not sure what I would do in that situation)	× I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.	× I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
✓ I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. (And the costumes)	× I have dated a close friend's ex.	✓ I am happy at this moment.
× I'm obsessed with guys.	✓ Democrat.	× Republican.
× I don't even know what I am.	× I am punk rockish.	× I go for older guys/girls, not younger. (I have a year, year and a half rule, two maybe for younger and older)
× I study for tests most of the time.	× I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.	× I can work on a car.
✓ I love my job(s).	✓ I am comfortable with who I am right now.	× I have more than just my ears pierced.
✓ I walk barefoot wherever I can.	✓ I have jumped off a bridge. (It wasn't that high though)	✓ I love sea turtles.
× I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup. (I have way too much already from people giving it to me for gifts. I can't remember the last time I bought any for myself)	× I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.	✓ I am proficient on a musical instrument.
× I hate office jobs.	× I went to college out of state.	× I am adopted.
× I am a pyro.	✓ I have thrown up from crying too much.	✓ I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
× I fall for the worst people.	× I adore bright colours.	× I usually like covers better than originals.
✓ I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays. (No way, I'm poor and Applebees has Half Apps!)	✓ I can pick up things with my toes.	× I can't whistle.
✓ I have ridden/owned a horse.	× I still have every journal I've ever written in.	✓ I talk in my sleep.
× I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.	× I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.	× I wear a toe ring.
× I have a tattoo.	× I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.	× I am a caffeine junkie.
× I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.	× If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.	× I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
✓ I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.	× I'm an artist.	× I am ambidextrous.
× I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.	× If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.	× I have terrible teeth.
× I hate my toes.	× I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.	× I have more friends on the internet than in real life.
× I have lived in either three different states or countries. (Just two)	× I am extremely flexible.	✓ I love hugs more than kisses. (yay for cuddling)
× I want to own my own business.	✓ I smoke. (rarely though. Only two since the begining of May)	× I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.
× Nobody has ever said I'm normal.	✓ Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.	× I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons.
✓ I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.	✓ I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.	✓ I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.
× I have played strip poker with someone else before.	✓ I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.	✓ I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
✓ I can't stand being alone.	× I have at least one obsession at any given time.	✓ I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.
× I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.	× I'm a judgmental asshole.	× I'm a HUGE drama-queen.
× I have travelled on more than one continent.	× I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.	× I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.
× I am a Libertarian.	× I can speak more than one language.	✓ I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
✓ I would rather read than watch TV.	× I like reading fact more than fiction.	✓ I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.
× I have no piercings.	× I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.	× I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried.
× I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.	× There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.	× I like most animals better than most people.
× I own a collection of retro games consoles.	× The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver. (I exercise too much actually)	× I have hit someone with a dead fish.
× I am compulsively honest.	× I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.	× I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.
× I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.	✓ I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders. (Not doing it to be cool though, I've had boyfriends and Girlfrinds)	× I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.
× I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.	× I dislike milk.	× I obsessively wash my hands.
× I always carry something significant around with me.	✓ Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.	✓ I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others.
× Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.	× I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document.	✓ I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird.
× I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.	× Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.	× I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.
× I do not 'get' most comedy acts.	× I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing. (I know a few actually. They were raising money for college.)	× I don't like to chew gum.
× I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.	✓ I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car. (Terrible, just terrible)	× I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.
× I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.	× I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.	× I love to sing.
× I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.	× I have a custom-built computer.	× I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.
× I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.	× I've gone skinny-dipping. (I've gone streaking)	✓ I've performed in three plays.
× I enjoy burritos.	✓ I'm Irish and loving it.	✓ I have a thing for redheads.
✓ I am a twin!	× Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.	× Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.
✓ I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.	× I sleep more than 12 hours a day.	✓ I wish I could be prouder of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough.
× I need more time to myself.	× I wish I was more open-minded.	× I hope that I go really prematurely grey.
✓ I download songs from the internet.	× I've just reenacted chapter 58 of Death Note with my best friend.	× I say random things to freak people out.
× I'm still a little mad about the ending of Death Note.	× I love playing Truth or Dare. (Never have I ever, not that's a different story)	× I love listening to slow music, but I hate singing to it.
× Music helps me remember that I am not alone.	× Playing my favorite sport makes me temporarily forget my problems.	✓ I think this survey is particularly long.
× I prefer my LJ friends to my real-life ones.	× I can only hate someone that I love.	× I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at Starbucks.

Why have the weirdos or freaky guys gone after me lately...

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 23:26:58 GMT

RedFairy577: you're not trying to find a girlfriend online, cause I don't do that stuff and to be honest I highly doubt I would date you in real life
RedFairy577: I don't mind being friends though
RedFairy577: but zero, zilch intention of ever dating u
RedFairy577: over the net or in real life
Keyona1985: oh that is cool all I wanted is to be friends with you any way

After he asked if I had a boyfriend and dropped multiple hints, and written on my myspace "If you lived near me we would so go out!"

Yeah right dude. Especially after what he said later in the same conversation.

Keyona1985: are you looking for a boyfriend up there or not really
RedFairy577: yeah. Or girlfriend
RedFairy577: but I don't want to date you
RedFairy577: ever

Argghhh.
But this is adding to the whole being pursued issues. For the past 3 months it's been by either horndogs or weirdos. And it's been a bunch all of a sudden.

And a girl I thought hated me turned out to have a crush on me. That was just damn strange because I wasn't expecting it at all. We were super bitches to each other for most of the past year, going out of our way to cause problems for the other. And apparently she had it on me for awhile too. :/

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sun, 16 Jul 2006 21:21:04 GMT

Title: Some things refuse to be let go
Rating: (meh, G for garbage) PG for one swear word
Pairing: Umm, well Zeff/All Blue, Zeff/Sanji if you squint
Word Count: 296
Topic: Youth

Zeff’s path was set at six, when he’d heard of the magical ocean with every fish in the world. Those minutes marked the first step of a journey that would take him far from his village, up to places unknown.

It was only natural for him to join the first crew that would hire him as a kitchen hand not caring it was a pirate ship. Years passed, and he found himself captain of a loyal crew, searching out his dream in hopes of making it a reality, in the one place he thought it could possibly be.

With his path going straight for so long, he was caught off guard when a sudden curve appeared. Zeff found not only his own life and dreams in jeopardy, but a young, foul mouthed kid stranded with him on the rock for those long 85 days. When rescue finally arrived, Zeff quietly resigned to himself that while one dream was now out of reach, his other was possible through a bag of treasure and the stubborn brat who shared his dreams. Zeff would have to let go of the place that he had shaped his whole life and move on, building his floating restaurant and finding himself with the task raising the small hell raiser who still refused to leave his side.

It took ten years for Zeff realize All Blue was never lost. While he may have lost his leg, he still had his dreams and spirit, and through the boy, now a man, he’d gained back his dream of being able to find All Blue. He had even recovered his youth, living vicariously through him. The discovery of All Blue was once again possible.

It appeared some dreams refused to be given up on.

michiru7usagi@yahoo.com — Sun, 16 Jul 2006 04:24:29 GMT

ARGGHHHHH! how do u let someone know you're not interested with out hurting their feelings.

Even if they do deserve something rude for being a gross horndog.