#One Piece Blamenco

[thisisallthehattersfault]

The thing about (my hyper-specific Whitebeard Pirate headcanons) Blamenco's goddamn flesh pockets is that Ace grew up with Luffy's nightmarish uncanny valley rubber body so hammerspace skin pouch literally does not phase him

However, Ace thinks Blamenco being albino is cool as hell. He eagerly recounts the one (1) albino tiger he saw in the jungles back home and the weeks he spent tracking and hunting it to see if it tasted any different from a regular tiger.

Does not realize it sounds like he's implying he wants to kill and eat Blamenco to see if he tastes any different from a regular human but everybody overhearing the conversation is like A... Ace.

Worse is that Blamenco is a clown bastard at heart so he makes a joke about how at his size he'd be better fried in his own fat than roasted on a spit like Ace cooked the game back home, and Ace riffs back about a slow stew, and now they have a whole Cannibalism Bit going while everybody else takes a slow step away from them.

(Thatch, in tears: Do I not feed you enough???)

Blamenco is Delighted to find someone who matches his freak though. One day Marco turns a corner to find Blamenco crouched in front of Ace and one of Ace's legs jammed to the knee into one of his goddamn flesh pockets and Marco is immediately like No absolutely not vetoed and Blamenco's like I'M FINALLY GONNA FIND OUT WHAT'S IN THESE THINGS and Marco's like the entire reason everybody else has said No is because we have no idea what's in those things Ace get your leg out of his jaw and Ace is like buzzkill.

Later that day Ace is perched on a railing holding a fishing rod the end of which is in one of Blamenco's pockets and when someone asks Ace is cheerfully like we put a turkey leg on it and we're gonna see if anything bites : )

The person: What are you gonna do if something... does...?

Blamenco: ... Scream?

Ace: I could go in there and fight it.

Blamenco: He could go in there and fight it!

[liliaceaae]

whitebeard pirate doodles and headcanons!!!

some misc headcanons bc I love them lots </3

Marco has terribly illegible doctor handwriting that only the nurses are able to read. It induces a headache to anyone else who attempts to read it

Haruta was the youngest/only child in his family of nobles who was allowed to do anything he wanted; except for his true dream- to play music. His family forbade it, so he ran away and joined the Whitebeard pirates as a musician

Blamenco is Haruta’s biggest fan and always stores random instruments in his cheek pockets for sudden performances

Thatch runs over to Ace to hand him a pot full of water when he starts getting angry because he knows it reaches boil faster in his hands

[alexa-fika]

Hello I hope you've been sleeping and eating well, may I request this? Whitebeard Pirates x Inosuke reader like he was the smallest and youngest among them, he gets into a lot of trouble

Inosuke was raised by boars his life and he has little to no human contact

Inosuke is influenced more and more by the Whitebeard pirates ways ways and becomes more accustomed to affection and generosity, learning to also acknowledge the strength of people besides himself and develop feelings of friendship towards the Whitebeard pirates , although he does still retain his proud nature and constant want for praise. He also begins to think more strategically when engaging in combat, using smarter tactics he has picked up from more experienced Demon Slayers and not just rushing into fights head-on without thinking, he goes mad when anyone tries to hurt his family, though despite being a troublemaker he can be shy and quiet whenever it comes to new things like Inosuke would hold Marco sleeve and watch in awe as a parade was happening

So how would the Whitebeard pirates react seeing their youngest and smallest crewmate being quiet for the first time like someone made a comment like "I wonder why would they allow a troublemaker boar into their crew?" And Inosuke started wondering that too and started being quiet as the Whitebeard pirates were behind him glaring at the bastard who made their youngest upset

Doubtful affections ( Whitebeard pirates x m!reader)

I don’t know how to feel about this one yall I really liked it at the beginning but then it was eh maybe I tried to hard using different characters I think that lowkey ruined it but nevertheless here we are I am proud that I finished dit today though! :)

Personification of Fossa was heavily inspired by @hannahbarberra162 ‘s own take on the character :)

Reader here has been replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika and @/fireflygraphics

“Why does it have to be boars anyway? We haven’t had sparrows in a while, and they are here by the plenty,” Ace whined as he followed after his brother.

“Cos’ the sparrows are here to control the caterpillar population, the villagers recently managed to get it under control and save their crops; boars are killin’ off their livestock,” Thatch huffed out, venturing further into the forest and away from the grasslands the village had made a home in

“We can get some good meat, and they will trade us materials if we help hunt them down; it’s a win-win for both sides.”

Ace let out a hum in response, looking further into the forest and placing an arm out to halt Thatch, gesturing for him to be quiet and lower himself on the ground.

Thatch is quick to understand the reasoning behind his actions as not far from there was a large sounder grazing on the wild vegetation. Letting out a smile as he unsheathed his knife and edged closer to them

“We goin’ to eat good tonight,” he grinned, stalking closer to the boars, knife raised and ready to strike; the opportunity ended as elated for the hunt he had failed to notice the foliage beneath his feet, cringing at the loud crinkling sound that quickly alerted the sounder.

“Ha...Howdy”

“Good going, Thatch,” Ace sarcastically called after they had managed to fend off the angry mothers that had charged at them the minute they realized someone had gotten too close to them and their piglets.

“Quit yer Hollerin; it ain’t matter how it got done. What matters is we got the meat,” he called, rolling his eyes and taking a glance at a nearby bush for a moment, his attention going back to the gathering of their hunt.

“Make yer’self useful and take care of the last one, think might be anotha piglet.”

“Aye, Aye, Captain,”” he called dismissively, igniting one of his hands as he approached the bush.

“Come here, piggy, piggy, come....here? Thatch you might want to take a look at this:”

“What is it? Oh.” The two men gawked at the sight in front of them; perhaps if they were not as worried at the fact that in front of them sat a toddler alone in the middle of the woods, they would have found it amusing at the mannerisms it showed as it let out what they guessed were small growls and charges towards them, a mask just as small as he was decorating his head.

Ace grinned gingerly. He picked up the aggressive child and boosted him up in the air for a few seconds. A laugh escaped him as the boy started giggling, his small hands trying to reach the man.

“Ya ain’t a boar, ain’tcha? What are ya doin’ all alone here?”” Thatch questioned, looking up at the giggling boy

“You don’t think he was being raised by one of the boars, do you?” Ace mulled lowering the toddler onto his hip, occasionally bouncing him

“Don’ see any other way he coulda survive alone out here” he mumbled, slipping off the boy’s mask to take a peak at his features.

“Well, it doesn’t matter cause he’s coming with us”” Ace laughed, but it was cut short as the child sank his teeth into his torso, gaining a hiss from the man.

“He’s gonna give Marco a run for his money.”” Thatch grinned, finding humor in his brother’s glowering

Thatch was definitely not wrong when he spoke those words as Marco stood in front of the child watching at his latest achievement; he had made a mistake in giving his back to a child who had been raised in the wild, and what did this cost him? A clinical bed, as the current one was now trashed, with small claw and bite marks littering it, springs and stuffing exposed to the frigid air of the room

Marco let out a sigh at the sight

“Alright, let’s set things straight; you do not destroy things,” Marco called, stopping the child from digging his teeth into the bed once again. He placed him on his lap, facing him, and held him as he struggled to get away from him and attack him.

“We can do this all day,”” he stated, looking down at the boy, who eventually stopped trying to headbutt his way out and began pointing to the bed.

“Don’t destroy my clinic,” he called sternly. He complied with his silent request and placed the child on the bed, watching him for a while to see if he would repeat her actions. He nodded when he didn’t and simply sat there staring at him. He then began assessing the child, taking all measurements, and, much to his displeasure, vaccinating him.

“There we go, you did great. Now I think it’s time you meet the rest of your brothers. Pops is waiting too.” he called, lowering the boy to the ground, his eyes softening as he gingerly took hold of his sleeve as they left the clinic, slowly walking closer to the deck, the rowdiness of the crowd getting louder and louder the closer they got

“You have improved greatly, Dokucha,” Vista applauded as he approached the small boy after he had successfully beaten his opponents under his brother’s watch.

A now older Dokucha spun around to meet his brother grinning at him

“You think so, Vista-nii?!” He called excitedly as he pulled up his mask and sheathed his wakizashi. Even though six years had already gone by since the day he had been found in that forest among boars, the young boy had kept his signature mask, having to replace it every year to fit his growing body.

“Your agility with the wakizashi has increased. Your movements are much smoother than last time, and your stance has improved as well. You no longer stumble on your feet when you must spin to meet opponents behind you,” he complimented, mirroring the child’s wide smile.

“Of course, I did a good job! I am the best after all!” he boasted as he put his hands on his hips in a proud manner.

“Remember to not underestimate your opponent regardless of their skill, or it will be your downfall on the battlefield,” He said as he placed a hand on the child’s head.

“I won’t, Vista-nii, don’t worry!”

“Now then, I must finish some training with my unit before we depart. Are you able to stock up on some of our supplies? We need new whetstones and truingstones"

“Leave it to me, Vista-nii!”

“Atta boy! I will see you shortly!” He called as he walked away

“Alright! I Saw a blacksmith right around the corner!” Dokucha noted as he made his way into the local village

“Here it is,” he remarked as he made his way inside the store, easily finding the items he was searching for and making his payment. Waving off the store owner as he made his exit, stopping as he heard the shop owner begin to talk, he turned around to see what the owner needed, only to once again be stopped as another voice spoke up.

“Who was that dear?”

“It was one of the Whitebeard pirates; he came to refill some of their smithing supplies.

He knew he was quick to jump into action; he had greatly improved this in the last years as he was less prone to suddenly lash out and act out on impulse. Under his brother’s tutelage, he now analyzed the situation and thought of a solution before his body moved. Much to Marco’s surprise and pleasure, the small boy had shown a great ability to strategize, coming up with strategies and views that never failed to impress him, much to his pleasure.

“Oh, was it one of the commanders? I heard Vista was around.”

“No, it was the boy,”

“That small child that tags along with them? I heard he was up to no good.”

Nevertheless, since he was still a child, it was only normal that many mannerisms he gained during his first two years of life still prevailed, which his brothers and father welcomed as they had grown to be a part of him. This, however, was not the case with people outside his circle; he was not deaf to the people’s words, the whispers of judgment following everywhere he went. He usually never let this get to him as he knew better than to care for stranger's words, but today was not one of those times.

“I wonder why they even keep such a boy.”

“I know, right? If anything, he would be a liability. That crew comprises such strong people, and then there’s him.”

“Maybe they felt bad for the boy, heard he was raised by boars. Can you believe that?” he said with a small laugh.

“Boars?! HA! I'm sure they keep him for entertainment. Their days at sea are very long after all.”

“Oh! That must be it I'm sure they...

Dokucha turned around, not waiting to hear the rest of the conversation, as he made his way back to the ship

“Have any of you seen Dokucha?” Namur questioned as he entered the mess hall, looking around for said boy

“He asked me for swimming lessons, and then the little rascal didn’t show up,” he grumbled, making his way to the table where the rest of the commanders sat at

“I asked him to get some materials from me, but I haven’t seen him since then,” Vista piped up

“I saw him go to his room earlier. Has he not left since then? It’s been hours since then,” Jozu noted, sharing a few worried glances with his brothers

“I will go check in on him,” Izou stated as he made his out of the mess hall

“Dokucha, are you there?” Izou called as he knocked on the door to his room, frowning as he received no response

‘He’s a light sleeper, so there’s no way he didn’t hear my knocking,’ he thought as he took a bobby pin out of his hair and easily unlocked the door, his frown deepening as his eyes fell on the lump on the bed.

“Dokucha?” He called sitting down on the bed

“The door was closed for a reason, Izou-nii,” the child grumbled, his voice muffled by the bed sheets. Despite this, the roughness and scratchiness of the voice was not lost to Izou as he swiftly removed the covers from the boy and pulled him closer to him.

“I have told you that it is unbecoming to not look as someone when you speak,” he called, tightening his hold as Dokucha tried pushing him away.

“Just leave Izou-nii,” he growled.

“I will not leave until you tell me what has had you acting this way.”

“Why do you even care? I’m just a form of entertainment for you guys, so you don’t have to pretend anymore, so...just leave me alone!” he cried.

Shocked by his words, Izou is quick to release him, watching as he broke down in front of him.

“Who told you this?”

“So it’s true!” he wailed, his cries growing louder as he turned away until a delicate hand made his place under his chin and softly turned it back.

“Dokucha. I do not know where you have heard of this, but know that it could not be farther from the truth,” he softly spoke as he lifted his face.

“We care for you deeply; we were all so happy the day Ace and Thatch brought you aboard. Trust me, living in a ship surrounded by such barbarians can become tiring after a while.” He started gaining a small giggle from the child at his words

“But then there was you; you were the most delicate yet wildest thing I had seen,” he voiced with a small smile.

“It was quite a sight, having a toddler run around amock and causing experienced warriors to lose their minds over such a small thing,” he recalled with a smile.

“It’s concerning how quickly you became the most precious treasure that any of us have found. And that is why I would like to know how you ever thought you were simply a means for entertainment,” he finished, looking down at Dokucha.

The child, comforted by the words, threw himself into Izou's arms, sobs racking his small body.

“Was it because of something we said or did? Despite not being as uncivilized as some of them, I understand some of us can be a lot,” he spoke as he hugged the boy closer to him, rubbing his back to soothe his cries.

“No, it wasn’t you guys.”

“Then?”

Encouraged by his words, Dokusha told him of what he had heard in the shop earlier. After a while, his brother smiled at him and encouraged him to relax for a while as he and the others 'handled it.’

“Say Fossa-nii, why did everyone leave?” Dokucha wondered as he looked up at the stars that filled the sky

“They had something that needed ta be handled,” he huffed out as he lay beside the boy.

“What is it?”

“What with the damn questions?! Just shut up n’ go to sleep,” the man growled, only getting a small snicker in response.

“I love you, Fossa-nii!” he exclaimed, throwing himself towards said man, hugging him tightly.

“Tch, yer lucky m' in a good mood,” he grunted out.

"Hey, hey, did you sneak any out today?" the child whispered, looking up at him

"Ya better not tell that idiot about this," he grumbled as he pulled out a small pastry from his pocket, handing it to the boy.

"I won't! Cause then I won't get any treats after hours!" he exclaimed, munching on the pastry and ignoring the snickers escaping his brother.

Ahhhh im tired yall but I finally finished it. What are we thinking?

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[stillxnunpxidintern]

As this is still somewhat of a constant thought for me and as there is little to no canonical info about Whitebeard 16 divisions, and going off on how big the crew and Moby is, each division must have a role to help keep the ship running smoothly.

I can see maybe two divisions having the same role depending on what it is.

1st and 4th Division are the ones set in stone for me, it's the other divisions that I would like help with.

So what roles do people like to give to each of the divisions, cause I've seen different roles for same divisions and I want people input on on this.

I will update this until each division has role, so if you want to give your thoughts please do, it will help a lot.

Marco - 1st Division - Medical

Ace - 2nd Division - Navigation(potentially)

Jozu - 3rd Division -

Thatch - 4th Division - Cooking

Vista - 5th Division -

Blamenco - 6th Division -

Rakuyo - 7th Division -

Namule - 8th Division -

Blenheim - 9th Division -

Curiel - 10th Division -

Kingdew - 11th Division -

Haruta - 12th Division - Communication(potentially)

Atmos - 13th Division -

Speed Jil - 14th Division -

Fossa - 15th Division -

Izou - 16th Division -

[whitebeard-pirate-week]

Round 3... FIGHT

Izou won by a landslide last time but lets see if this one goes the same way..

[petrichal]

Let people draw One Piece characters however they want man, there's someone who can pull out mallets from his flesh pockets in this series, who the hell cares genuinely 💀

[onepiecebdays]

february 5th - blamenco

debut chapter: 553

recent chapter: 580

current age: unknown

affiliation: whitebeard pirates

bounty: unknown

[op-grand-collection]

[optreasurecruise]

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's February 5th

Happy birthday to Vista, former 5th division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates! He is 47. Happy birthday to Blamenco, former 6th division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates! Happy birthday to Fuga of the Beast Pirates!

[ducky531]

Fun holiday head canons I have of Whitebeard's crew

Yes, I know I said that I wasn't going to worry myself with posting on social media for the rest of the year, buuuuuuuttttttt, I actually have one more thing planned out for here in the way of writing, and I really, REALLY wanted to share the head canons I came up with for the oneshot, so yeah. :3| (Again, these are my head canons/ a mix of massively favored head canons (mostly Marco with shiny things and Thatch with Stefan and giving him scraps (this was actually from the Thatch zine on Itch.io. I'll be crediting the author once I get the chance to), Stefan is the canon dog breed he was stated to be from Oda himself.) Please don't attack me for them. They're just the goofy thoughts that go through my head when I draw/ gush about them, lol.) ___________________

-Stefan is allowed to freely greet guests as he sees fit. In the oneshot I'm writing, he is a Great Pyreness that stands at about waist level with the reader. (He’s classified as a lap dog to Whitebeard, so of course he’s a giant dog to everyone else.) Stefan was also a recent addition, so the reader has never really met him since they parted ways long before. (this also results in Namur having to retrieve multiple guests that fell overboard either running scared from Stefan or being tackled by him-)

-In addition, Thatch is also very strict on not giving scraps to Stefan. Does anyone listen to that?...absolutely not. (And not even he does himself, lol.) Thankfully, the dog has manners enough to wait until he's either given scraps or shooed off, and not jump on the table to get them himself.

-None of the ships actually have a christmas tree- unless one of the crew members have one in their personal rooms. There's too many people aboard to have one without it being in the way. So as a fair trade off, each division is allowed to decorate their vicinity on the ship as they and their division all agree on and see fit. (Kitchen is decorated like gingerbread houses (Thatch), the armory is decorated with nutcrackers and poinsettias (Vista), the main deck is with basic garland and wreath pieces (mostly Whitebeard since he prefers more traditional approaches), Rakuyo’s area is deck out in crystal decorations and tinsel (and the same goes for the infirmary, though Marco swears it was the nurses that came to that decision and not him), etc.)

-In addition, each mast had garland wrapped around it, but have odd mismatched ornaments. (Since having an actual Christmas tree would be too hectic, they settled on using the masts instead. And so far, it’s not been a problem since.) The ornaments are made up of trinkets each crew member found as something that represented them and hung that up. The number of ornaments grows every year with each new member they recruit.

-Blameno was deemed ‘Santa Claus’ for the Moby. Why? Because he can hide things in his pockets. No one would would really dare to rip off a fake beard (especially if there were a few crews that attend the party and had kids. That would be trauma to them ;-;). And truthfully, he doesn’t actually mind it, either. It gives him some leverage to mess with people like Ace (Or Rakuyo and Curiel) who’d most likely try snooping early. He never tells when he hides their gifts in his pockets either, and he certainly gets a riot out of hiding something that would keep prying hands away.

-In addition, Kingdew was also assigned to play an ‘elf’. He doesn’t mind since he basically gets to wander around later with Blamenco after everyone’s gone to bed- or passed out from the party- so no one really sees him unless they wake up. (And he gets to laugh at the fact that Haruta is the one that has to dress up as one during story time for the younger kinds...you already know the sass he gets for the days leading up to the party from Haruta.)

-Involving the story, Blenheim, Jozu, and Haruta manage reading to the younger kids at the party. And yes, every year it switches off between Jozu and Blenheim for who actually reads the story. (Haruta just gets stuck as the elf because- in their words- ‘the shoe fits him perfectly’. )

-Something fun to think about that makes me giggle: Thatch, Jozu, and Ace are the only ones aboard that actually still believe in Santa. This also results in a lot of the reason as to why Jozu is usually one of the few in bed first, Thatch makes sure everything is cleaned up before going to bed himself, and Ace usually tries running around throughout the party to make sure everyone is in high spirits (and usually passes out drinking eggnog or stealing his twelfth sugar cookie for the night, lol-) --------- If you have any others, by all means please comment them or keep them going. I'd love to see what other ideas you guys have, lol.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Project "If Oda Won't Give The Rest Of The Whitebeard Commanders Personalities And Backstories I'll Do It Myself" continues

Blamenco is fourteen the first time he meets a pirate.

He’s also fourteen the first time he kills a man, since the second thing happens about a minute after the first. It’s hard to say who’s more surprised by this, Blamenco or the pirate, but later he’ll look back and figure it was probably himself, on account of the pirate was dead, and dead men can’t be surprised. Dead men can’t be much of anything, really. That’s sort of the whole thing about being dead.

Here’s how it happens: He’s in the woods gathering mushrooms with Lana, the pretty daughter of old farmer Scratch. Supposedly Scratch ain’t his real name, but Blamenco’s never heard nobody call him anything but, and usually when folks get an odd nickname they like to tell the tale of how it came to be. Blamenco’s never heard that neither though, so he figures probably the man’s name really is Scratch and folks just say it’s fake to give him a hard time for it.

Anyway. Scratch’s youngest daughter is two years Blamenco’s senior, pretty as a daisy, and sick as a dog more often than not. Seems every time the seasons change or the the rain comes down too hard or a pig farts within a hundred miles of the Scratch house poor Lana’s laid up in bed wheezing and coughing into her handkerchief. Makes her unfit for field labor, but she finds other ways to be useful. Old Scratch comes to the family farm once or twice a month to make trades and get drunk on the porch with Grandpa, and most times he’ll bring baskets and scarves and all sorts of other things Lana made while she was holed up in bed. Grandma sends him back with fabric and good thread and any leftover rattan or willow they might have laying around.

On the days when Lana is feeling well enough to move about she likes to find herself chores to do, and she’s real stubborn about it and won’t listen when her family all tell her she aughtn’t push herself, so it’s happened once or twice that Lana went off on her own to gather herbs or berries or to check hunting traps or what have you and then didn’t come home quick enough and a whole search party had to be whipped up to go and find her wherever she’d collapsed all fevered and exhausted, and that’s where Blamenco comes in.

It’s improper for a boy and a girl to be off alone in the woods like this, but their families have been friends for a good long while now, so nobody’s looking sideways at poor Lana for tromping through the woods with Blamenco at her heels, and he’s big and strong enough to pick her up and carry her back home if the need arises. Stubborn enough to make her take breaks and rest, too, which is more than can be said for Lana’s own brother, who’s bigger and stronger than Blamenco by a good bit but who’s too soft on her by far.

Blamenco doesn’t mind it. The weather’s nice out, all cool and crisp this time of year, and for all he and Lana can hardly seem to be in the same room together without bickering he likes her company, and she likes his. One of these days he’ll even get her to admit it.

So he’s following her through the woods, holding her foraging basket for her and giving her a hand when she needs to hop across a creek or climb over a log or lift up some heavy thing to check underneath. They’re playing Would You Rather, spinning silly choices out of the air to pass the time, and Lana’s got him stumped between licking peanut butter off a hobo’s foot or getting locked in a cage with hungry tigers, and he’s so focused on trying to decide which of those awful things he’d have an easier time enduring (he’s leaning towards the tigers) that it takes him a good while to notice the heavy footsteps tromping through the woods towards them.

He doesn’t think much of it, at first. It’s clear from the sound that whoever it is ain’t used to these woods — branches are crackling and crunching all under their big clumsy feet — but there’s hardly a reason to assume the worst of somebody just for doing some exploring, or maybe the poor fella got lost and is wandering confused trying to find his way back to the path, so Blamenco slows and Lana does too, and they both turn to see who it is causing all that racket.

And then, well. Blamenco knows for sure the man must be lost, ‘cause he certainly don’t look like the sort who belongs in the woods. He’s dressed all fine in a yellow frock and gold rings on all his fingers, and his hair’s even got gold chains braided into it. Damn near every bit of him is sparkling with some kind of pretty thing when he comes all stumbling past the tree line and lands flat on his face on the ground. Blamenco doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many fine things all in one place before, and certainly never all on one person. Lana’s eldest sister Marnie got married to the tailor’s son at the start of the year, and she looked like a real princess at her wedding, but this man probably could have bought her whole dress with just one of the baubles in his ear.

So of course when the man shoves himself upright again Blamenco bows, ‘cause that’s what you do with royals and nobles and rich folk, and says with all his best manners “Good afternoon, sir. Are you lost?” at the same time as Lana bursts out laughing.

Lana don’t mean no harm, but man gets all puffed up offended by it, and Blamenco’s not sure what she’s laughing at anyhow until she points to the ground and Blamenco looks and sees the man’s fancy brocade boots all caked in mud. “Sorry!” Lana gasps, not sounding as sorry as she probably should. “Sorry, just — your nice things are all ruined, sir! What are you doing out here? You didn’t wear hiking boots?”

It ain’t just the boots, ‘neither. The man’s got sticks and leaves all in his hair, and his pretty frock coat is torn like he’s snagged it on something. Blamenco can see why Lana’s laughing about it, all those fine things all done-in by a walk in the woods. They crawled right through a blackberry thicket to get to this clearing, and other than some snarls in Lana’s long hair neither of them are the least disheveled from it. Fancy things may look real nice, but they don’t seem to be all that practical.

That’s about where it all starts going wrong. The man doesn’t seem to take kindly to being laughed at, even in as harmless a way as Lana did it, and he looks angry. Angrier maybe than Blamenco’s ever seen just about anybody who wasn’t the bad sort of drunk. “No,” He says, all seething through his teeth about it. “I didn’t wear fucking hiking boots, you bumpkin!”

He’s slurring a little when he says it, and when he comes stomping closer Blamenco catches a whiff of strong rum off of him, so maybe he is the bad kinda drunk. It’d explain why the man is stumbling confused through the woods in the first place. He comes to a stop in the little clearing and gets his first proper look at Blamenco and Lana and his face does something Blamenco doesn’t like. Something kinda like how the tailor’s son looks at Marnie, ‘cept instead of all warm it’s cold. Cold and hungry.

The fancy man stands up tall and tries to brush some of the debris off himself. It don’t work well — he’s got prickers all stuck deep in his yellow coat, those ain’t coming out without tweezers and a good sharp little knife. He swaggers a step closer, and stumbles a little one the next. It’s early in the day for a man to be this drunk, but maybe nobles don’t have to worry about their chores getting done like working folks do. Either way, he misses the first time he reaches for Lana’s face, which is good, ‘cause Lana doesn’t much seem like she wants him touching on her.

“Hey now,” Blamenco starts. The man talks like didn’t even hear him. “Well well,” he says, all deep in his chest. “You’ll have to forgive me, lovely, I didn’t realize I was speaking to such a beauty.”

Treating somebody nicer or worse based on how pretty or ugly they are is a dumb thing to do, but Blamenco maybe only thinks that ‘cause he’s ugly. Lana never talks much about looks — her own or anybody else’s — but she’s probably the prettiest girl Blamenco’s ever met, and she turns plenty of heads when she’s feeling well enough to go to town. When Blamenco goes with her to carry her bags and hold doors for her people laugh at the way they look together, with her all slender and beautiful and with her long dark hair looking like spun silk and him all pale and fat and following behind her like a troll. Lana always gets real angry when she hears people talking like that, and then she yells at them and tires herself out and has to go lay down with a cool damp rag over her eyes, but Blamenco’s never minded it much. He knows how he looks, and he’s not one to get all bent out of shape at being the butt of a joke. Folks like to laugh, and he’s an easy thing to laugh at. He laughs at himself too most days.

Still. There’s something about the way this man calls Lana beautiful that Blamenco doesn’t like, and that’s unusual. People are always calling Lana beautiful, and Blamenco’s always agreeing, but the fancy man says it like he means something else and more and more Blamenco’s starting to wonder if maybe he aughtn’t just scoop Lana up and take her home, even with this man still lost in the woods and her mushroom basket only half-full.

The fancy man says “What’s your name, pretty?” He tries to touch Lana’s face again. Lana backs away this time, and Blamenco gets a hand on her arm and pulls her behind himself. The fancy man blinks like he’s just remembering Blamenco even exists, and he looks at Blamenco with his face all twisted up and sour, but people look at Blamenco like that all the time, so he doesn’t take it to heart. He hopes Lana won’t try to yell at this man like she yells at the people in town, though.

This fella doesn’t seem like he’d take it well.

[chenziee]

The Plight of the (not) house cat

This is the second of my pieces for the amazing @opmarcozine! You can find it in the digital add-on 💙

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The first time it happened, Kotatsu didn't pay it any mind. After all, Ace could hang out with whomever he wanted. The Spade Pirates were now a part of the Whitebeards so it was only right they socialise with them. Kotatsu himself liked to play with some of them… Blamenco in particular was fun, always carrying toys and snacks that he would sneak to Kotatsu when the Spades—especially Deuce—weren't looking.

It was fine for Ace to hang out with the first division commander. Perfectly reasonable.

But was it still reasonable if they were together everyday, every waking hour? Was it still reasonable if Ace seemed to completely forget about everyone else—forget about Kotatsu?

No, he didn't miss his captain and he most definitely wasn't jealous.

Kotatsu simply thought it was unfair. To other people.

He finally reached a breaking point one calm afternoon on the Moby Dick. It was a beautiful day too, just begging for a nap in his favourite corner of the deck—the one that was just secluded enough to give him some peace from the training and fighting people, but still close enough to know if something happened. The sun warmed the wood up all day there as well, making it perfect for the lynx to rest, relax, and enjoy his moment of repose.

But that day, he was shocked and disgusted to find his spot already occupied.

And not only that; it was occupied by the stupid big bird man in his hybrid form, a large book propped up against one of his legs while Ace slept on his lap using a wing as a goddamn blanket. For a moment, Kotatsu could do nothing but stare at the scene with wide eyes and an open mouth, completely frozen in place while the bird flipped a page lazily as if he wasn't completely ruining Kotatsu's day.

That was his spot. His corner, his sun, and his captain. Kotatsu was the one Ace was supposed to nap with, not some ugly blue canary.

Maybe Kotatsu should hunt him for sport one of these days? It was what he deserved.

"Kotatsu? What are you doing?"

Kotatsu didn't even move to acknowledge Skull's confused question. He refused to look away, refused to give up his silent fight. The lynx only swished his tail in annoyance from where he was sitting motionlessly, a few metres away from the… cuddle party, staring intently at the two men in an effort to get them to leave.

"You know you can just join them, right?" Skull asked with something that sounded suspiciously like amusement in his voice.

Kotatsu bristled, an angry hiss that he didn't bother to suppress, escaping him at the very suggestion. Join them? Why the hell should he? Why would he even want to? How preposterous.

Finally, Kotatsu sighed and got up, leaving the two bastards who stole his spot and a smug looking Skull behind in search of a new, nicer spot to nap. As he slowly walked away, however, he came to a decision. He was going to watch this Marco and he was going to make sure Ace remembered where he belonged.

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From that day on, Kotatsu made it his mission to keep an eye on his captain. Whenever he sensed there might be foul play at work, he would sniff Ace out… and inevitably find him in the company of that stupid bird. In the bird’s cabin, in Ace’s bunk in the communal cabin, in the kitchen, in the crows nest. The last one was admittedly the worst place by far as Kotatsu, with his four legs and no hands, had no way to get all the way up there—and especially down from there—safely.

Most often, however, they could be found in the infirmary.

Ace would sleep on one of the cots while Marco tended to his patients or they would just chat absentmindedly while Ace sharpened his daggers and Marco worked on the crew’s medical records. Or they would both be on the bed Ace had managed to claim for his own in the few months since they had become a part of the crew.

Just like they were doing right now.

Kotatsu wasn't sure what exactly it was that they were doing but he sure as hell knew he didn’t like it. The bird was resting his back against the headboard with Ace sitting in his lap, the bird’s hands resting on Ace’s thighs with his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of his shorts. The captain had one of his hands on the bird’s naked chest, the fingers of the other one tangled in the little hair the bird had left on his stupid, weirdly shaved head.

Their faces were squished together in a way that couldn’t be comfortable in Kotatsu’s opinion. He was pretty sure he saw one of their tongues moving into the other’s mouth and briefly, Kotatsu wondered since when had humans groomed each other.

Not that it mattered to him.

He bristled when he realised neither of them was even going to acknowledge his presence. They didn’t even notice Kotatsu opening the infirmary door and walking inside, nor did they pay it any attention when he meowed in irritation at them. Huffing to himself, Kotatsu looked around the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room carefully until they fell on the cabinet in the back of the room that was full of bottles with herbs, creams, pills, and liquid medications.

A series of loud crashes followed only moments later; glass shattering, shards and contents scattering all over the floor.

“What the—” Ace yelped as he jumped in shock, finally separating himself from the bird.

Said bird wasn’t far behind in his reaction. “What happened?!” he asked with a slight panic in his voice as he whipped his head around to find the source of the sudden noise.

If it were possible for him, Kotatsu would be smirking evilly right then. As it was though, he could only stare the two of them in the eyes when they had finally noticed him sitting proudly next to the cabinet, which was now missing nearly half of its contents thanks to Kotatsu’s handiwork.

“Kotatsu, what the fuck?” Ace asked with exasperation when he managed to process what had happened.

“I hope you realise you’ll be paying for all this, yoi,” Marco told Ace, giving the other man an unimpressed look.

“Why me?!” Ace protested immediately.

A lazy, amused smile appeared on Marco’s face. “He’s your cat. And he can’t very well pay the money back himself.”

“Fuck you.” Ace groaned. “And fuck you, too,” he added, throwing an annoyed look at Koatsu.

Kotatsu only meowed in satisfaction.

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To Kotatsu’s horror, the two of them started locking the door after that. That meant Kotatsu was forced to sit in front of the door, complaining loudly and demanding to be let inside. Unfortunately, the door never opened and the single one positive result of this tactic was more pets and treats from the rest of the crew.

However, being reduced to a demanding house cat didn’t sit well with Kotatsu and so, after a while, he stopped trying.

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It was about a month of stalking and glaring later that everything changed.

After an ugly run in with a marine fleet, Kotatsu found himself finally allowed into the infirmary again—unfortunately, it was as a patient because of the… minor injury of a broken hind leg he had sustained. He didn’t want to be treated by the stupid bird but since he could barely walk, he could do nothing about it except snarl at him with questionable results and focus on Ace’s warm hand rubbing his ears.

Completely ignoring Kotatsu’s complaints, Marco examined Kotatsu's leg, touching it carefully to gauge the extent and severity of the injury. It didn’t take him long to sigh and nod at one of the nurses, who only nodded back and went to rummage through one of the cabinets.

“Okay, Kotatsu. I have good news and bad news, yoi. Good news, it’s not too serious and will heal quickly. Bad news, I will have to reset the bone so it’s in the right place,” he explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

Kotatsu huffed. He had expected as much; this wasn’t his first fracture, after all. It had happened once before, back when he was kept in the freak show. He still remembered how much the resetting hurt, the pain almost making him pass out. He had never wanted to go through it again… but he supposed at least this time, he had Ace next to him.

“It’s not going to be too bad,” his captain said in a soothing tone when he noticed Kotatsu tensing. “Just sting a little, you big baby.”

Sting? A little?

“Yep,” the nurse, Tate, agreed. “Here I go.”

With wide eyes, Kotasu stared as Tate took a syringe and injected him with something several times around the swollen fracture. This… wasn't what he was expecting. And what he was expecting even less was the numbness that followed—all feeling in the area went away and with it, the pain.

Kotatsu blinked, watching in awe as Marco took an expert hold of his leg… then set it right as if it were nothing and Kotatsu barely felt a thing. It was so different from the freak show treatment that he didn't know how to react.

"See? Not too bad, right?" Marco said with a smile, scratching Kotatsu below the chin briefly. "Now I'm gonna do a quick treatment and Tate will finish you all up, yoi."

Kotatsu chirped in acknowledgement, and only then did Marco nod at him and turned back to his leg. A second later, blue fire crackled in his palm and he slowly, carefully brought it to Kotatsu's injury, letting the fire gently lick at the fur and skin. He waited a moment, gauging Kotatsu's reaction but when the lynx didn't protest, he pushed the flames further.

It was… strange, seeing his leg on fire but not burning. Instead, comfortable warmth spread from the area of the injury, covering his entire leg in the feeling of being huddled into a soft, fluffy blanket in front of a fireplace.

It was surprisingly pleasant; not like the burning heat of Ace's bright red flame. Not like the scorching power that blue flames usually carried. A warm flame, a safe haven, a healing hand.

And Kotatsu had to fight really hard to not start purring.

"There, all done, yoi." Marco nodded in satisfaction when the flames died out. "Tate will wrap the leg up now. No running and jumping around until I say so, understand?" he added with a stern look in Kotatsu's direction.

Kotatsu glared at him, baring his teeth in a voiceless hiss to indicate his annoyance at this treatment. He wasn't stupid, alright?

"Okay, next patient. Take your kitty and go after Tate's done, yoi," Marco said to Ace then.

"Are you kicking me out?" Ace asked in a mock scandalised tone.

Marco huffed out a small laugh. "Yes."

"Asshole." Ace's tone was amused now, obviously fighting back laughter.

"Brat," Marco shot back without hesitation. "I'll see you later."

And when the bird leaned over, pressing his mouth to Ace's in that weird way they sometimes did and that always made Kotatsu bristle and the rest of the crew to tell them to 'get a room,' whatever that meant… Kotatsu was shocked to realise he didn't mind that much anymore.

Maybe the bird wasn't all that bad after all.

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"What the hell is going on here?!" Ace asked no one in particular.

In the time since the Spade Pirates had joined the Whitebeard Pirates, he had never once seen Kotatsu and Marco get along. It was always glares and hissing and raised eyebrows and 'Ace, he's sitting on my paperwork again, yoi!'

Nothing, and he meant nothing… could have prepared him for the sight that met him when he walked to the quiet, sunny corner on the Moby Dick's deck. He had expected to find Kotatsu there, ready for a nap and possibly willing to let Ace join him but instead, there Kotatsu was, sleeping soundly while curled up next to Marco.

Marco, whom Kotatsu was ready to eat at the first opportunity, whom the lynx hated and messed around with constantly since they met. Ace had assumed it was because of some cat-and-bird thing but then why did he seem so… comfortable now, huddled under the phoenix’s wing? 

It didn't make sense. It was bizarre. It wasn't fair.

That was his spot.

"Ace? Why do you look like you're about to combust?" Skull asked, voice full of confusion as he stopped right behind Ace.

"What—what are they doing?" Ace asked back instead of replying.

"Hm?" Skull hummed. "You mean Kotatsu? Apparently, he likes how warm Marco’s power is.” 

Ace didn’t say anything. He simply continued glaring at the scene before him, seething. How dare they? Ace felt like he was being cheated on. By the both of them. At once.

“I feel like I’ve had this conversation already but you do know you can just join them, right?” Skull asked and Ace was positive he had his eyebrows raised under that mask of his.

Asshole.

Shrugging as if it didn’t matter to him, Ace turned on his heel, uttering a simple. “No, thank you.”

As he walked away—while pointedly ignoring Skull’s all too amused laughter—Ace came to a decision; he was going to watch these two and he was going to make sure they damn well remembered who they belonged to.

[pushovermediacritic]

One Piece Tier List

Not sure how well this will go over on Tumblr, but just in case anyone is interested, I've made a powerscaling tier list including basically every character in the series.

I don't even think powerscaling is in my top 5 favorite things about One Piece, it just really helped my autism to keep it straight which characters are stronger than other characters and by how much, and I kinda got carried away.

Warning, it's big, so I'm putting it under a Read More:

Characters in the same tier are not ordered by strength, just by when they were last relevant. First are the Straw Hats bolded, then other characters. Past characters are italicized.

S+ (Pirate King): Bajrang Gun Luffy, Flame Dragon Torch Kaido, Roger, Prime Whitebeard, Prime Garp, Prime Sengoku

S (Emperor): Gear 5 Luffy, Sakazuki, Garp, Blackbeard, Shanks, Mihawk, Drunken Dragon Bagua Kaido, Bigger Mom, Prime Rayleigh, Sengoku, Whitebeard

S- (Admiral): Gear 4 Luffy, King of Hell Zoro, Ifrit Jambe Sanji, Emet, Future Where I’m The Most Free Bonney, Saturn, Ju Peter, V. Nusjuro, Warcury, Mars, Kizaru, Kuzan, Sabo, Awakened Law, Awakened Kid, Ryokugyu, Kaido, Big Mom, Oden, Gaban, Zunesha, Fujitora, King Punch Elizabello, Sea Kings, Rayleigh, Pre-TS Akainu

A+ (High Commander): Gear 2+3 Luffy, Asura Zoro, Germa+Diable Jambe Sanji, Guard Point Chopper, Jimbei underwater, Yamato, Ryuo Gear 4 Luffy, Giant-Like Future Bonney, Awakened Lucci, Shiryu, Burgess, Weevil, Marco, Hancock, King, Hybrid Queen, Unstoppable Donuts Katakuri, Giant Smoothie, Colosseum Sabo, Pre-TS Blackbeard, Jozu

A (Low Commander): Gear 2/3 Luffy, Enma Zoro, Germa Sanji, Jimbei on land, Dragon Momonosuke, Ryuo Gear 2+3 Luffy, Post-TS Gear 4 Luffy, Post-TS Guard Point Chopper, Prime Don Chinjao, Dorry, Broggy, Kuma, Nika-Like Future Bonney, Ivankov, Lucci, Vegaforce 1, Awakened Kaku, Law, Kid, Guernica, Queen, Sulong Dogstorm, Sulong Catviper, Jack, Katakuri, Smoothie, Cracker, Tsuru, Dressrosa Burgess, Awakened Doflamingo, Vista, Warlord Blackbeard, Ace

A- (Near Commander): Luffy, Zoro, Diable Jambe Sanji, Demonio Fleur Robin, Ryuo Gear 2/3 Luffy, Raid Suit Sanji, Post-TS Gear 2+3 Luffy, Van Auger, Distorted Future Bonney, Sentomaru, Avalo Pizarro, Vasco Shot, Lindbergh, Karasu, Morley, Belo Betty, Stussy, Kaku, S-Bear, S-Hawk, S-Shark, S-Snake, Denjiro, Izo, Maha, Killer, Dogstorm, Catviper, Perospero, Who's Who, Ashura Doji, Snack, Big Father Bege, Biscuit Soldier Cracker, Doflamingo, Fisher Tiger, Rakuyo, Little Oars Jr, Venom Demon Magellan, Shadows Asgard Moria, Raigo Enel, Island Eater

B+ (Tobi Roppo): Zeus Nami, Sanji, Monster Point Chopper, Gigante Fleur Robin, General Franky, Don Sai, Ryuo Luffy, Colosseum Don Chinjao, Post-TS Gear 2/3 Luffy, Post-TS Zoro, Post-TS Diable Jambe Sanji, Young Jimbei, Pre-TS Gear 2+3 Luffy, Nightmare Luffy, Bonney, Atlas, Doll, Mark 3 Pacifista, Pre-TS Nika-Like Future Bonney, Koby, Giant Sulong Bepo, Doc Q and Stronger, Apoo, Drake, Hawkins, Black Maria, Sasaki, Ulti, Page One, Prime Crocus, Oven, Daifuku, Combined Newshi, Judge, Ichiji. Niji, Yonji, Reiju, Urouge, Kyros, Trebol, Pica, Diamante, Shinokuni Caesar, Vergo, Smoker, Post-TS Law, Atmos, Blamenco, Pre-TS Sentomaru, Pre-TS Shiryu, Magellan, Amaru Enel, Noland, Kalgara, Laboon

B: Robin, Franky, Brook, Kin'emon, Hakuba, Post-TS Luffy, Post-TS Sanji, Post-TS Monster Point Chopper, Pre-TS Gear 2/3 Luffy, Pre-TS Asura Zoro, Road, Pre-TS Distorted Future Bonney, Pomsky, Tosa, Prince Grus, Kujaku, Kiku, Raizo, Kawamatsu, Rokki, Kanjuro, Fukurokuju, Inbi, Fuga, Zanki, Kunyun, Prime Hyogoro, Hatcha, Sulong Shishilian, Sulong Concelot, Sulong Giovanni, Sulong Blackback, Sulong Roddy, Nangi, Goki, Juki, Jaki, Young Denjiro, Young Ashura Doji, Young Catviper, Young Dogstorm, Young Izo, Karma, Aladdin, Bege, Sulong Pekoms, Amande, Streusen, Count Niwatori, Opera, Battle Insurance Fist Lao G, Corazon, Bastille, Caesar Clown, Monet, Overdose 2 Hody, Pre-TS Law, Curiel, Momonga, Marineford Shadows Moria, Pacifista, Pre-TS Apoo, Pre-TS Drake, Pre-TS Hawkins, Pre-TS Karmic Retribution Urouge, Pre-TS Kid, Oars, Pre-TS Lucci, Enel

B-: Usopp, Chopper, Cavendish, Bartolomeo, Chinjao, Baby 5, Hajrudin, Ideo, Post-TS Robin, Post-TS Franky, Post-TS Brook, Colosseum Sai, Pre-TS Luffy, Pre-TS Zoro, Pre-TS Diable Jambe Sanji, Pre-TS Monster Point Chopper, Road, Red King, Helmeppo, Hibari, Hack, Bepo, Jean Bart, Ushimaru, Omusubi, Tempura, Sulong Carrot, Sulong Wanda, Shishilian, Concelot, Giovanni, Blackback, Roddy, Onimaru, Babanuki, Holdem, Brulee, Pekoms, Pedro, Montd'Or, Kingbaum, Nusstorte, Viscount Hiyoko, Counter, Cadenza, Galette, Sheepshead, Bellamy, Senor Pink, Gladius, Dellinger, Lao G, Machvise, Buffalo, Tashigi, Small Dragon, Rock, Scotch, Big Dragon, Overdose Hody, Overdose Hyouzou, Steroid Wadatsumi, Surume, Pre-TS Smoker, Inazuma, Hannyabal, Sadie, Sandersonia, Marigold, Pre-TS Urouge, Pre-TS Killer, Pre-TS Bege, Pre-TS Bonney, Moria, Ryuma, Pre-TS Kaku, Jabra, Flashback Saul, Tom, Nola, Kashigami, Crocodile

C+: Leo, Orlumbus, Blue Gilly, Post-TS Nami, Post-TS Usopp, Post-TS Chopper, Pre-TS Sanji, Pre-TS Robin, Pre-TS Franky, Pre-TS Brook, Skypiea Zoro, Drum Island Luffy, Iscat, Sea Beast Weapons, Caribou, Koala, Penguin, Shachi, Heat, Wire, Mink Carrot, Shinobu, Daifugo, Briscola, Poker, Hotei, Wanda, Solitaire, Urashima, Vito, Gotti, Basskarte, Kato, Bobbin, Baron Tamago, Aristocroc, Ginrummy, Viola, Giolla, Sugar, Toy Kyros, Jean Ango, Bobby Funk, Maynard, Brownbeard, Mocha, Steroid Dosun, Steroid Ikaros, Hody, Vander Decken, Hyouzou, Wadatsumi, Heracles-un, Minorhinoceros, Minokoala, Minozebra, Minotaurus, Pre-TS Bepo, Pre-TS Jean Bart, Blueno, Foxy, Wyper, Hina, Mr 1, Crocus, Loguetown Smoker

C: Adult Momonosuke, Suleiman, Gambia, Boo, Abdullah, Jeet, Cub, Bian, Pre-TS Nami, Pre-TS Usopp, Pre-TS Chopper, Living Brook, Pre-TS Low Cola Franky, Alabasta Sanji, Whiskey Peak Zoro, Romance Dawn Luffy, Morgans, Speed, Hamlet, Komachiyo, Mizerka, Fourtricks, Hihimaru, Dobon, Newshi, Diesel, Randolph, Queen/King Soldier, Rebecca, Riku, Elizabello, Tank Lepanto, Kuween, Moocy, Fukaboshi, Ryuboshi, Mamboshi, Steroid Zeo, Steroid Daruma, Dosun, Ikaros, Coribou, Pre-TS Koby, Army Wolf, Sphinx, Basilisk, Bacura, Duval, Motobaro, Zombie Lola, Cindry, Jigoro, Inuppe, Perona, Kumacy, Absalom, Taralan, Kalifa, Kumadori, Fukuro, Oimo, Kashi, Big Pan, Ganfor, Ohm, Yama, Kamakiri, Shura, Satori, Pre-TS Bellamy, Ms Doublefinger, Mr 2 Bon Clay, Mutation Wapol, Candle Champion Mr 3, Arlong, Krieg

C-: Kid Yamato, Wicka, Water Seven Usopp, Alabasta Nami, Drum Island Chopper, Baratie Sanji, Shells Town Zoro, Alpha, Bao Huang, Hyogoro, Madilloman, Alpacaman, Gazelleman, Batman, Peachbeard, Rook/Bishop/Knight Soldier, Mansherry, Kelly Funk, Dagama, Neptune, Zeo, Daruma, Sea Beasts, Ankoro, Pre-TS Helmeppo, Pre-TS Tashigi, Blugori, Marguerite, Lola, Hippo Gentleman, Rug Bear, Cerberus, Baskerville, Nero, Ramen's Formal Suit Wanze, Paulie, Zambai, Karakiri Destroyers, Hamburg, Pickles, Capote, Holy, Gedatsu, Braham, Sarquiss, Cricket, Pell, Chaka, Mr 4, Ms Merry Christmas, Bananagator, Wapol, Dalton, Chessmarimo, Mr 3, Momoo, Zeff, Kuro, Buggy

D+: Vivi, Alabasta Usopp, Kid Chopper, Orochi, Pudding, Pound, Pawn Soldier, Kid Reiju, Hammond, Bluejam, Fullbody, Django, Saldeath, Domino, Jurors, Wanze, T-Bone, Yokozuna, Kiwi, Mozu, Lulu, Tilestone, Porche, Raki, Genbo, Hotori, Kotori, Masira, Shoujou, Kuromarimo, Chess, Mr 5, Ms Valentine, Loguetown Tashigi, Alvida, Hatchi, Kuroobi, Gin, Hypnotized Butchie, Lord of the Coast

D: Karoo, Little Garden Usopp, Whiskey Peak Vivi, Kid Ichiji, Kid Niji, Kid Yonji, Shirahoshi, Demaro Black, Dadan, Kid Ace, Kid Sabo, Porchemy, Macro, Gyaro, Tansui, Jerry, McKinley, Mr 7, Ms Father's Day, Igaram, Kung-Fu Dugong, Kureha, Hiriluk, Lapin, Mr 13, Ms Friday, Ms Monday, Mr 9, Choo, Bellemere, Pearl, Baratie Fullbody, Syrup Village Django, Butchie, Sham, Cabaji, Mohji, Richie, Kuina, Morgan, Pre-DF Alvida, Higuma

D- (Average Fishman): Kid Luffy, Kid Zoro, Young Franky, Syrup Village Usopp, Orange Town Nami, York, Lilith, Vegapunk, Edison, Pythagoras, Shaka, Mjosgard, Hiyori, Kid Law, Kokoro, Heavenly Warriors, Shandian Guerrillas, Ms Goldenweek, Johnny, Yosaku, Patty, Carne

E+: Kid Momonosuke, Hogback, Iceberg, White Berets, Pre-TS Cobra, Koza, Genzo, Nezuko, Mayor Boodle, Chou-Chou

E (Average Human): Kid Sanji, Kid Robin, Kid Franky,Tama, O-Tsuru, Camie, Charlos, Chimney, Spandam, Spandine, Tonjit, Pagaya, Conis, Nojiko, Merry, Shells Town Helmeppo, Romance Dawn Koby, Makino, Humans

E-: Kid Vivi, Kid Nami, Kid Usopp, Cobra, Toko, Otohime, Aisa, Kid Koza, Kid Nojiko, Kaya, Banchina, Syrup Village Carrot, Onion, Pepper, Woop Slap

[stillxnunpxidintern]

I had a thought earlier this afternoon when I was out, about who are the best dancers of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Izou and Marco were at the top (This phoenix likes when Marco dances cause birds do mating dances).

Ace is in middle but I can see him moving to high middle.

Thatch is at the bottom with two left feet. While Thatch has amazing footwork when he's fighting but as soon as he's dancing with someone he suddenly has two left feet.

Top - Izou, Marco, Whitey, Tate, Vista, Haurta, Rayuyo,

Middle - Ace, Whitebeard in his youth/healthy, Fossa, Blenheim, Kingdew, Speedy Jiru

Bottom - Thatch, Joza, Namur, Blamenco, Curiel, Atmos,

I only did the commanders with Whitey and Tate. I did think about putting Oden, Toki and the some of the spade pirates on it but decided not.

[mastomysowner]

Whitebeard pirate by DemonG3

DemonG3 @G3Demon

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