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eriochromatic · 2 days
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One Piece x Dungeon Meshi 🏴‍☠️🍖
pt 3- buggy, mihawk, crocodile, blackbeard, doflamingo
part 1 || part 2
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moomanmilken · 22 hours
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i have a lot of sketches and nothing to do with them. guys, i love these goobers.
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mtomauw · 2 days
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Mihawk's totally normal egghead fit 😐
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summershouto · 3 days
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I didn’t leave the house today and it was amazing
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majubengel · 1 day
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RedHawk!
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manofbeskar · 2 days
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a panel i like from the hard feelings comic
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whoishotteranimepolls · 18 hours
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"Who's Hotter?" Battle of the Anime Trios #2
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wordy-little-witch · 2 days
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Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.
Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.
Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.
When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.
He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.
Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.
He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.
It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.
Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.
Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."
"What?"
"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."
The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.
Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."
"Excuse me-?!"
"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."
Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.
"So the clown is in mourning."
"Yes."
".... why?"
"...... ....... it is September."
"And?"
"The 28th."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."
Silence falls.
The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.
".... I see."
"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."
"............. Hawkeye."
"What?"
"He was on the King's crew."
"Yes, this has been established."
"Why?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."
"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."
"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."
"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."
"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."
Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."
"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."
"How would we confirm it?"
"Just ask me, maybe?"
Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.
He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."
"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"
Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."
Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.
The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.
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catarium · 3 days
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One Piece Chibis
I was bugged that I only see merch of the Strawhats (and Law and Ace) on the artist alleys.
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animeyanderelover · 2 days
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Why is it that the one character I find most attractive in One Piece, second only to Nico Robin, is the one who appears every 200 episodes?
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ponji00 · 2 days
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UGh- For my life I cannot color anything.
I kinda like the lineart, but that's about it.
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i-am-vita · 2 days
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Mihawk Bodice Ripper
👉 Masterlist
Follow the process: 1, 2, 3, 4
Fanart of @fanaticsnail Sapsorrow Fic with Mihawk & Governess in the ✨ Star Dress ✨
I have to finish right here or I'm going to keep editing to no end 😅
If I thought all the vibrancy of Shanks' was hard, all this dark and gloominess was worst. I have no idea how to paint nights, or plants for that matter 🙃 We don't talk about lighting
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I switched to gold because it was more flashy!!! And I want it to have a warmer atmosphere even if its a moon light. It was too cold and it must feel warm and loving!!!!
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Tags: @fanaticsnail , @since-im-already-here , @sordidmusings , @gingernut1314 , @cinnbar-bun , @feral-artistry , @sexc-snail , @tookawaiitoolive , @nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos @jintaka-hane
Sorry for the delay, here you're served 😚
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giurochedadomani · 22 hours
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Again thinking about the family au and about everyone thinking that Luffy is going to drive Mihawk up a wall, he drives sometimes everyone up a wall okay, he's a bit peculiar, and very loud, and do you think that Hawkeyes is the best candidate to watch over him, I mean- except that both Luffy and Mihawk are autistic so when Benn comes to pick up Luffy he finds them like. Two hours deep into a conversation about bettles that at some point crossed over to blades
In general, I can picture both their perceived weird vibes cancelling each other out? Like, Luffy's the only person who's not at least a bit unsettled by Mihawk's quiet demeanor and kind of intense eye contact. At the other hand, Mihawk doesn't bat an eye when Luffy does something really impulsive or says some non sequitur. Like yeah, they may or may not agree with the other, but they get the way the other's brain work
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merbear25 · 11 hours
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Reigniting an old flame (Mihawk)
Prompt 18 requested by @thesunxwentblack
A/n: Thank you so much for requesting this, especially with Mihawk! I had a blast, so I hope you enjoy what I've written for you 💜💜
CW: NSFW!! MDNI!! fem!reader, fluffy smut, established relationship, vaginal penetration, slightly rough sex
Sharing your life with someone never appeared to be in the cards for either of you. However, your paths intersected, giving you a chance at love. Understandably, neither of you held out hope for your relationship to survive the countless fire it'd undoubtedly be under, but it turned out that anything was possible.
Despite the shaky circumstances, your love was worth holding onto—such devotion was difficult to come by in this world. Wanting nothing more than your safety, Mihawk urged you to distance yourself from him, at least until he managed to get everything under control.
However, seeing how distraught you were by the whole ordeal made it seem as if this decision was the wrong one. Holding you closely, he reassured you that your love was meant to flourish. Handing you a small piece of paper, you noticed the address written on it—a type of safe haven for you to fly under the radar.
Pushing your heartbreak aside, thinking that this could be the final time you see each other, your trust in him remained unwavering. Tearfully agreeing to the conditions, you departed. Watching the life you'd just begun together become more distant, the serverity of reality was almost proving too much to bear.
With days turning into weeks and weeks into months, gnawing dread that something had happened ate away at you until a piece of mail appeared: one holding neither a return address nor signature, yet an abundance of clues. The envelope contained postcards with nothing written on them but a note about the supposed journey that alluded to the true origins of post. Trusting your gut, you answered, sending it to a place that was starting to feel more and more like a shot in the dark.
Only when another arrived, were your doubts set to rest. With the illusion of secrecy kept, it was obvious to the both of you that your adoration new no bounds. In spite of the small glimmers of joy you'd get receiving and sending mail to each other, the extended period of doing so was weighing on you, leaving you wondering if you'd ever get the chance to hold each other again, to allow your love to flourish in the way it was supposed to.
With the last two years passing by in a haze, the next piece of mail sparked hope. Sifting through the hints, he gave you notice of his current whereabouts, extending an invitation. Elation of being reunited coarsed through you, your feet and the sails of the ships being unable to carry you as quickly as you needed.
Upon seeing him, there was no chance you'd hold yourself back from running into his arms. The feeling of him wrapping you up in an embrace—one which he'd be sure could never allow you to slip through—allowed your souls to meld together. Granting himself this moment of weakness, he swept you off your feet and carried you into your new home, peppering your sweet face with much deserved affection.
Placing you down on the bed, you had a silent understanding that everything else could wait, for now getting lost in the pits of your desire took priority.
As the fires of your passion increased with each searing kiss, your body arched with each touch, each grope, beckoning for him to ravish you. Trailing kisses down your neck, removed your delicates with ease. Pinning your legs back, your needy slit was on full display, which only whetted the appetite that'd gone without satisfaction for far too long.
Unleashing his arousal, he teased your pearl with its tip, sending waves of anticipation deep into your desperate walls. Easing himself into you, he reveled in the sensation your twitching form was so eager to give him.
Picking up the pace, he bucked in and out of you with a clear goal: letting the dry spell come to a crashing halt by surrendering yourselves to the uncharted depths of euphoria.
Your moans were growing more and more frantic, sounding off in the room like sweet melodies. The sight of you losing all sense of self on him made you even more irresistible. Leaning over you, your lip lock was feverish yet firm. As his length forced itself deeper, your groans at taking the full extent of his lust mixed with his.
Such thrills were building up to an explosive irruption, one which would quake the earth surrounding it. Fully letting go of any of the sorrow and uncertainty you once had, an earth shattering revilation freed you from those shackles.
Now with more clarity, the two of you could give yourselves entry into the other's life, no longer needing to hide.
Leaving you with a kiss on your forehead, he excused himself momentarily, giving you full reign of the bedroom.
Taking liberty to look around at the different knick knacks he had scattered about, a red velvet box caught your eye. Admiring the delicately crafted lining, you unclasped it. You were met with a stack of postcards and notes.
Holding each note up, you could barely make out that they were yours due to the tears flooding your eyes. Such tenderness that you never knew he was capable of sent your heart soaring.
When he reentered the room and caught you looking at his keepsake, he gently placed a hand on your lower back.
"You mean to tell me you've kept every single note?"
Cupping your face, he spoke with complete certainty, "A love like yours is meant to be cherished."
Being given the chance to fan the flames of your passion, letting it reach new hights was an opportunity you'd never take for granted. Wrapping your arms around him, you gave yourselves a few more moments to let those bright embers dance between you.
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wraith-bu · 24 hours
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Más sketch de one piece 😶‍🌫️
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zoroonoaaa · 2 days
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Why do they both resemble Shanks and Mihawk 😭
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