#RED HAIRED SHANKS

[n0-nam]

look at this happy family🤭

That's an awful lot of redheads

[mothzan]

Friend

[short-honey-badger]

Plz make a yandere shamrock

I'll be honest. This one gave me a little trouble lol but I think I pulled it through.

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

Shamrock isn't the jealous sort, but don't you dare think he won't punish you later for speaking to another man. Especially if he catches you in the act. It doesn't matter to him that you were just asking about the weather or some other mundane subject. You are his, so in his mind, the one person you should feel the need to speak to was him.

Of course, his punishment is never meant to hurt you, but he can't help but get a little rough sometimes. He adored seeing tears well in your eyes, knowing that he was the one bringing you such burning pleasure. His favorite was you bent over his knee, ass on display where he could grasp and spank as much as he desired.

"Count for me, dear. I know you can do it. This is what you get for thinking you can pay attention to someone who isn't me."

But despite this, Shamrock loved to show you off. Being the leader of the god knights, he was usually at attendance to any ball or organization that the Celestial Dragons threw. He would meet you in your private room and help you dress each time, hands lingering on your soft flesh as he helped you zip and button the complicated dress that he insisted you wear.

He made you feel like a goddess in those moments, all gentle words and sweet gestures that only you were privy to. You were wrapped so far into the redhead that sometimes you didn't know where he began, and you ended.

"A god needs a goddess to rule over the masses, my love. They will bow and worship you, or I will destroy them."

Afterward, Shamrock would sweep you away, hands greedy and chest tight with frustration. For as much as he loved to show you off, he hated the attention you would receive. People who thought them good enough to even breathe in your presence. He was the only one to deserve you.

The god knight would strip you down, gloved hands ripping the fine material of your dress, needing to see you bare and pliant under him. Shamrock would lay you on the bed, gathering your wrists and tying them to the headboard, ankles lashed with rope and legs spread so that he could rest comfortably between your thighs as he whispered against your skin.

"Filthy commoners, thinking that they have any right to even look at you. You are mine, darling. You belong to me."

There is only one man who could make Shamrock jealous, however, and that was his good for nothing twin. He would grit his teeth and seethe whenever Shanks decided to show his face. His appearance would always end with the twins snarking at one another, his younger brother smug and carefree while he glared and sneered.

You were usually the reason behind it. Shanks always thought that he had permissions that other people didn't. Always thinking that he could touch and look at you without any consequences.

"You speak to her one more time, and I'll make sure you lose your other arm, little brother."

@mit-suri @mfreedomstuff @sanjisleggy

[firefistacesfreckles]

it's them i fear

[jestersjitters]

Where's my super fanfic?

(Pls ignore the sword, i was so sleepy when i draw it)

Open Commissions here

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[alwayssassydreamer]

Sweat, Love, Awkward Timing

Plot: you and beckman are in a relationship for a few weeks now and the heat of the day isn’t the only thing that's making you sweat. Unfortunately shanks has a bad timing and loves sharing his "discoveries"

A/N: sorry for the abrupt ending, not proofread, oh and i know he's not wearing buttoned shirts but in this story he is because i say so

Warnings: nsfw, sex though it's more implied, sexual tension, embarrassed reader, use of y/n, MDNI

Characters: Beckman x F!Reader, Shanks

It was a hot day as you stood on the deck of the Red Force. Looking around you saw Beckman sitting on the deck newspaper in hand and walked over to him and without a warning sat in his lap straddling and facing him.

Beckman didn't react immediately, his gaze still focused on the newspaper as you settled yourself in his lap. You could feel his body beneath you, solid and steady. Your fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, the fabric parting with each motion as you tried to maintain an air of casualness.

Inside, though, you were eager to see him, to admire the muscles you knew were hidden beneath the fabric. The heat of the day was a convenient excuse, but in reality, you wanted more than just to help him cool off.

When the last button came undone and his shirt opened, you let your hands linger on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. Beckman finally placed the newspaper down and glanced down at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slight smirk. His eyes held something sharp and amused, but there was also a hint of possessiveness beneath the surface.

"You know, you could've just asked," he murmured, his voice low and steady.

He let his hands rest on your hips, not moving them, just enough to remind you that he was very aware of your proximity. You met his gaze, your fingers still tracing the lines of his chest, your touch deliberate but teasing.

"Where's the fun in asking?" you replied with a sly grin, your voice dripping with playful challenge. "It’s too hot out here anyway, might as well help you cool off."

He chuckled, his hand sliding up to the back of your neck, pulling you in just a little closer.

"Always pushing boundaries, huh?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear before he pulled back slightly, his gaze growing more intense. "You’re not exactly subtle, you know."

His eyes roamed over you for a moment, and you could see the familiar spark of desire flicker in them.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Beckman's hands on your waist tightened just a bit, holding you securely in place.

"Careful," he warned, voice barely above a whisper, "if you keep this up, it won’t just be the weather that’s heating things up."

You could feel your heart race, the tension between you both thickening as his words hung in the air. But you didn’t shy away. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, resting your forehead against his, your breath mixing with his.

"What are you going to do about it?" you whispered back, your voice teasing but with an edge of vulnerability beneath it.

Beckman’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his fingers slipping under your shirt and lightly grazing the bare skin of your sides.

"I think I’ll let you find out," he replied, his voice deep and rich with promise.

The air between you two was thick with unspoken words, a quiet understanding of what you both wanted, of what was inevitably coming next. The heat of the sun, the warmth of his skin, and the tension in the air made everything feel even more electric.

Beckman’s fingers moved lower gently tracing the outline of your waist as he looked into your eyes, the intensity of the moment palpable between you. His lips were mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin as the temperature rose and the weight of the moment settled over both of you.

You could feel his heartbeat beneath your touch, steady and strong. His gaze, as usual, was unwavering.

You let your hands trail from his chest, resting on his shoulders, your fingers grazing the muscles beneath his skin. There was no denying it now. You were both drawn to each other, something stronger than simple attraction between you.

It was a connection that had grown over time — with the teasing, the challenges, and the quiet moments where only the two of you existed in your own little world.

As your lips hovered so close to his, you could feel the slight pull of anticipation in the air. You didn’t need to speak; everything was clear in the way he held you, the way your body seemed to naturally lean into his, drawn by something primal. The tension was thick, thick enough to suffocate you, but you couldn’t tear yourself away from it, not that you wanted to.

But before either of you could close the distance, a voice broke the spell, loud and far too cheerful.

“Well, well, well,” Shanks called out from a distance, a grin plastered on his face as he made his way toward you both. “Don’t mind me. Just wanted to see how things were going on this fine, hot day!”

Beckman sighed and leaned back, his expression darkening with a touch of annoyance, but he kept his hand resting on your waist, as if to reassure you that nothing had been interrupted. The smirk on his face was all too familiar, though, as he glanced briefly at you before raising an eyebrow toward Shanks.

“Seriously?” Beckman muttered, exhaling a long, annoyed breath.

Shanks gave a theatrical shrug, completely unfazed by the situation. “Hey, you two lovebirds were acting like I wasn’t even here,” he said, still grinning. “Thought I’d give you a little… reminder of reality. But don’t worry, I won’t be sticking around too long.”

You groaned inwardly, wanting nothing more than to stay in the moment, but the intrusion was inevitable. Shanks had a way of appearing exactly when he was least welcome, and it was clear he wasn’t going to leave until he had his fun.

Still, Beckman didn’t pull away. His hand lingered on your waist, and he glanced over at Shanks, his lips forming a thin line.

“Get lost, Shanks,” he said, his voice laced with barely controlled irritation. Shanks just chuckled and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” he teased. “But don’t think I won’t be watching,” he added with a wink before strolling off, no doubt eager to share what he had seen with the rest of the crew.

As the noise faded and you were left alone with Beckman once again, you leaned back into him, taking in the moment before it slipped away. You could feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, the lingering pressure of his hand on your waist, and the shared understanding that you had both been edging closer to this point.

“You don’t give up that easy, do you?” Beckman murmured, his voice a low, rumbling tone that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers lightly traced the edge of your shirt as he pulled you just a little closer.

“You know you like it,” you shot back with a playful smile.

Beckman smirked, but there was a softness to his gaze now. “I do,” he admitted, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt again, just a hint of teasing in the movement. His touch was slow, deliberate. “But you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a challenging expression.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from danger,” you replied with a wicked grin.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and for a moment, everything felt right. In this moment, it was just the two of you — together.

“I’m not sure you understand how dangerous I can be,” Beckman said softly, his voice dropping lower as his eyes darkened with a knowing intensity.

You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Prove it.”

With a swift movement he got up holding you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to your shared quarters.

The intensity of your connection was undeniable. The heat of the day only added to the fervor between you, the air thick with both desire and the oppressive warmth.

Beckman’s movements were sharp and purposeful, and before you knew it, you found yourself in the privacy of your quarters. The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the world, as he lay you down on the bed and crawled over you.

His lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle—a kiss that was fierce, hungry, and completely without hesitation.

As his lips moved against yours, the kiss deepened, a fire igniting between you. Every part of you seemed to come alive, an overwhelming rush of emotions flooding your senses. His hands moved with purpose, his fingers tracing your skin as if memorizing every inch of you, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting even an inch of space between you.

The heat between you grew, each kiss a promise, each touch more urgent than the last. As his lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, you let out a soft gasp.

He was focused entirely on you, his eyes burning with the kind of heat that only he could give. His fingers traced down your skin, sending shivers through you as his touch ignited every inch of you.

"I want this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, as his lips moved back to yours, claiming them with a hunger that made your heart race. You could feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you ran them over his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing matching your own

The space between you seemed to vanish as his lips found yours once more, and you couldn't help but respond with the same fervor, your hands roaming to his back, feeling the powerful muscles beneath your fingertips. He groaned softly into the kiss as you trailed your nails over his back, the sound sending a wave of heat through you.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," he admitted between kisses, his voice low and rough. His hand slid under the fabric of your shirt pulling or more ripping it off you, sending a jolt through you.

He smirked as he saw you wore no bra today. "Naughty little thing" he growled as you responded with a gasp as his hands found your breasts, his touch burning against you in the best way.

You couldn't help but moan, the heat pooling between your legs as you instinctively arched up toward him. You could feel his restraint, his control slipping.

You could feel his body pressing into yours, and every inch of him felt like a promise. The heat, the urgency, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered —it was intoxicating. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips.

"You are mine," he whispered, a declaration that sent a thrill through you.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, this time even more demanding, more intense. You met him with equal fervor, your hands pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more. You moaned into the kiss when his hand started to get rid of your pants and underwear and he teasingly traced a finger over your slit.

The world outside no longer existed, just the heat between your bodies, the way his hands moved expertly over your skin, the way his touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through you.

The air around you both thickened with anticipation, as Beckman, guided your hands to his pants, his breath heavy against your lips. As you began to unbuckle them and tug at them until he was finally freed from them.

And then he carefully pushed into you, his body moving against you, his pace slow and deliberate, you couldn’t help but give in completely to him. Making you moan and arch your back.

Every touch, every movement, every kiss, every whisper made you feel like you were drowning in him, and you didn't want it to stop. One hand gripped your hips tight enough to probably leave a bruise but you couldn’t care less. His other hand began rubbing your clit coaxing more moans from your lips. His eyes never leaving yours as he seemed to savor every second of this shared passion.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say that you belong to me."

Your heart was racing in your chest the pleasure consuming you making it hard for you to speak. But the truth was clear, undeniable. You were his, in every sense of the word.

"I belong to you," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper and accompanied by another moan.

His eyes darkened with satisfaction at your admission, and with a low growl, he kissed you fiercely, his hands moving with purpose as he took you to the brink of madness as you craved for him

You were lost in the moment, in him, in the way he made you feel alive in a way you hadn't allowed yourself to feel before. There was a raw need for each other.

You hadn’t realized how badly you needed this, how badly you needed him, skin against skin, your bodies moving together with a hunger that matched the intensity of the sun’s rays.

The temperature inside the cabin was no better than it was outside, but it only seemed to make the moments more urgent, more heated. The sweat that glistened on both of your skins added to the atmosphere, but neither of you cared.

As your breaths grew more erratic, each movement between you seemed to ignite the spark that had been smoldering for so long. Every touch, every movement, every kiss, was a mixture of passion and longing, as if your bodies were finally catching up to what had been building for weeks. There were no words needed — the only communication between you was the rhythm of your movements, the glances exchanged, the moans of pleasure.

One final push sent you both over the edge, making you cry out his name in pleasure followed by deep, almost feral, grunts from him before he collapsed on the bed next to you. Both breathing heavily, sweating and smiling.

Later on as the evening settled in and the crew gathered around, the atmosphere was relaxed but charged with the usual playful energy. Everyone had a drink in hand, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.

You had settled into a corner, half-listening, half-enjoying the quiet peace of the moment—until Shanks couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he raised his glass and cleared his throat dramatically, catching everyone’s attention.

“Well, well, well,” he began, dramatically flipping through an imaginary book. “It seems I have discovered some rather interesting new chapters in the ongoing saga of Beckman and [Y/N].”

You froze, feeling a rush of heat flood your face. You had no idea where this was going, but you could already feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you locked eyes with Beckman, who sat beside you. His normally stoic expression was more relaxed, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled by Shanks' antics.

Shanks continued, his voice growing louder and more exaggerated. "Chapter one: ‘The Lap Incident,’ where our dear [Y/N] decides to get comfortable in the most unexpected of places — Beckman’s lap, no less! I must say, that was a sight for sore eyes. One minute, she’s walking around, minding her own business, and the next — bam! — right there, straddling him on the deck like she owns the place! And don't make me mention how deliberate her movemens were when she started to unbutton Becks shirt"

The crew burst into laughter, some members chuckling and others trying to hold back their grins, clearly entertained by Shanks’ dramatic retelling of the events. You could feel your skin burning, wishing you could disappear.

Beckman, meanwhile, just sighed, clearly trying to keep his cool, though you noticed the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“And let’s not forget about chapter two," Shanks continued, leaning forward like he was about to deliver some juicy gossip. “The sounds... Oh, the sounds that echoed from [Y/N] and Beckman’s cabin later that day. I must say, I didn’t realize Beckman had such talent when it came to... well, sound effects. I thought I was hearing things at first, but no, it was definitely them."

Shanks continued, his voice booming with false drama, "It started with a soft, sensual whisper in the room. A soft, feminine gasp of pleasure that, no doubt, only the gods above could fully appreciate."

He paused for effect, his eyes flickering to you with a playful smirk. "And what did I hear? None other than... 'Beckman!' shouted with such fervor, I was almost moved to tears!"

The crew erupted into laughter.

Your face burned, and you leaned forward instinctively to hide behind your drink, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

"Shanks," you warned, trying to muster whatever dignity you had left.

But Shanks wasn’t done. He leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough for dramatic effect, as if telling a forbidden secret. "And then, in the midst of it all, I hear the sweetest sound," he said, his tone shifting as he made a show of leaning toward the others, "the sound of passion, but not just any kind of passion... the kind that belongs to Beckman, who, let’s just say... knows how to leave a lasting impress-"

You quickly grabbed a mug and tossed it in his direction, cutting him off with a playful glare.

"Shanks, I swear, if you don't stop, I’ll make sure you regret it," you warned, even though there was a hint of amusement in your voice.

The rest of the crew erupted in laughter at your reaction, and Shanks leaned back in his chair, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But I’ve got to say, you two make a fine couple, though I’m pretty sure no one else on this ship needs to hear all the details. Next time, maybe turn the volume down a bit, huh?” He winked at you both, clearly enjoying every second of this.

He leaned back in his chair, smiling smugly as he let the tension in the room build

"Asshole," you muttered, though you couldn’t stop a small smile from tugging at your lips, despite your embarrassment.

Shanks threw his head back in laughter. "Oh, I couldn’t resist," he said, clearly enjoying the moment

Beckman, ever the calm one, finally spoke up, his voice smooth but with a hint of something darker.

"Just remember, Captain, you only heard half the story," he said, glancing at you with that knowing glint in his eyes.

[shuggymaniac]

I’m working on a mermaid Shuggy story that I have been obsessed with for a long while now in secret!

AND MY FRIEND COMISSIONED THIS FOR ME!

By @coldpanini

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

She gave it to me months ago on my birthday but I might upload the story soon so I thought to Share it!❤️

[i-cant-sleep-so-i-eat]

My theory that shanks and Luffy aren't really going to fight and instead start a Davy back fight is back on tracks !!!

Every Shanks fan, stan, lover, wife, girlfriend, fiancé, boyfriend, husband, sheets companion is feeling vindicated. Standing the test of time. Standing by him while he face damning allegations. Stand up. Be proud.

[laubhaufen97]

One Piece brainrot is real. Always has been but recently it's been at an all time high. I got so annoyed with (mostly) mild spoilers for 1138 that I checked out other pages for scans and I got lucky. I just need to get my thoughts out without spoilering my sister so here are my ramblings, somewhat sorted:

Luffy's adoration of Shanks/the ongoing mentioning of it still worries me. He said Shanks wouldn't do something so senseless in response to the attacked giants and I really hope that the senseless is the key aspect here and not a romaticised image Luffy has that Shanks wouldn't absolutely demolish someone. He did see the Red hairs do that as a child so I have a bit of hope. The giants that got attacked don't seem to known Shanks very well, Luffy calls him by his name but they keep referring to him as the Red Hair, same as Zorro. Nice touch of Luffy remembering Namis story considering though he took a walk when Nojiko told it...even if he got Belle Meres name wrong. She either told him or the others did. But this has happened a few times in recent chapters. Luffy remembering Robins story (I'm fairly certain Robin didn't shout her past over the abyss in Enis Lobby so she must have told them afterwards)

Also: Shanks went to the Holy Land? Doflamingo and Corazon weren't allowed back even though their parents took them to the surface but apparently going missing as a baby and growing up a pirate doesn't count as abandoning divine status? I really need more insight to his time there and how he got there and back and found out about his heritage in the first place. It was probably after Rogers execution right?

Shamrock defends his place in my head as the biggest snob ever seen. 'Not even getting his hands dirty' to finish of Loki is a cheap move in his part. As well as going after the children. But considering he used the Buddhist version of hell for the surface it shouldn't be too surprising. That's one way to keep his true power a mystery. Gunko seemed to try to talk him out of it too? Shamrock calling the surface an underworld reminded me a bit of Elbafs sections. The lowest part is an underworld as well, the upper part is seen as divine. Elbafs sections are reminiscent of Norse mythology so I didn't think much of it but it kind of resembles the world governments order. The Holy Land, the place of the gods is all the way up, even the sky islands fit into this with Skypias ruler being called god. Below is the common realm. Would that be the surface? It wouldn't fit Shamrocks definition but eh he seems hateful. The underworld would lay below it then. So the bottom of the sea? First place that came to mind was Impel Down with it's own levels, it was literally called hell but another place at the bottom of the ocean right below the Holy Land is Fishman Island with it's inhabitants being seen as less than human. Just a spontaneous thought, nothing polished here. Also Loki kind of went againts his own words when he got stabbed. He told his wolf friend that a warrior doesn't kick and scream in the face of death yet that' what he did. Granted, everyone was gone so maybe he didn't care but even in 1137 he made excuses for why he was getting beaten up (which again fair, he couldn't move mor than his head). Did he yell after the Holy Knights because he couldn't avenge his animal companions?

Robin reading the Harley text got my attention as well. Two chapters earlier it was said they were written in an archaic language which led to the numerous interpretations. Is Robin reading a translation or the original? If she can translate the original on the fly like that she might end the confusion about Nikas true nature(s). Franky thinkin of Robin the moment he learned about the scribbles was adorable. The Giants not having record of fighting alongside other races was a bit weird to me as the drawings clearly seem to imply that exact thing. Giants get old, such a thing shouldn't be forgotten as easily in three generations.

The mural. Oh my the mural. I'm not one for theories, more like hunches but this chapter got me good. In the first world the sun god appeared due to the slaves wishes so that would explain the role of the liberator. The god of the earth as and the serpent confused me, I'm open to suggestions. It kind of makes me think of Skypia again, or rather Jaya as it was before half of it was yeeted skywards. They called upon the gods mentioned in the Harley and wanted to sacrifice Mousse to the snake god (roughly translating from my german version, I hope the names match). It might have been inspired by this? Eloping the world in Darkness sounds mighty familiar too. I can't recall if it was explicitly said in he manga or outside of it but Blackbeard has been said to go for an age of darkness.

The mural itself though. I guess it can be divides in three parts? With the tree being the middle part? There's so much to spot I don't even know if some of the details are meant to be important.

The bottom right seems very factory-ish, there's even emissions, very technical and very dark shaded. The right creature could be the serpent of hell? Right above it should be the moon, it seems to have craters. And towards the moon flies a ship that looks like the Arche Maxim that Enel build, it even has lightning coming from it. I'm really curious what the figures are transporting though, next to the moon it looks like a star and it's the same shape throughout the mural so I'm just going for star shaped things. Left to it: the Noah from Fishman island. Complete with an angel and two of each kind in line like in the Bible and it seems to go upwards. 'Humanity succumbed to desire and touched the forbidden sun' does sound very forbidden fruit like. And right on top of the Noah is a crowned shape that is shaded darker than all the other figures. The contrast seems to be a bit too deliberate to be coincidence, it's the same shade as the monsters and the factory, nothing else on the right side has that shade.

I'm guessing the god of the forest is the dragon on top of the tree, it would fit the forest theme. It does breath fire towards the serpent, the serpent breathes back thouhg so does the serpent represent emptiness? The tree itself is probably the tree on Elbaf. Again: Norse mythology influences. The text makes a distinction bestween the half moon people and the moon people. Curious for that to clear up. And the demons? I can already hear the theories about the D meaning demon, it's not a new thought within the fandom. If the tree IS the tree on Elbaf it might have to do with the island directly though. I have seen theories about Kaido having a giant lineage due to his horns, a lot of people went the oni route before that though. 'The god of the sea became enraged' why is my first connotation the seas hatred for devil fruit users? Could also be the rising sea, it HAS swallowed entire countries in the past. 'Humanity killed the sun and ascended to divinity' sounds mad as hell. Celestial dragons? The see themselves as gods and have been trying to prevent Nikas awakening.

The third world seems to be either the present or the future. So either in the void century or the current present. If it is the void century the second world could only showcase the formation of the world nobles as a parallel society to the ancient kingdom. If it is the current times the children would have been able to see into the future which would be wild. It has happened and there seems to be a plan. 'They hear the voice of the fragmented moon' makes me think of the voice of all things. Nika guiding the world to it's end does fit the description of him a a destroyer, him doing it laughing and dancing fits the laughter role. I guess Robin can't clear this up that easily after all. It also fits Luffy. Laughing and dancing as the world slowly sinks into the ocean towards it's end, a stark contrast to the beginning of the first world in fire which fits the entire mural being framed by it. 'The sun will return and a new dawn will come' again could be Luffy as the new sun or maybe the next user of the fruit? It is one of only two parts that clearly references the future. The other being 'they will surely meet again' a direct opposition from the ending of the first two worlds where it's 'they could never meet again'. The mural is so stockful of references. Top to bottom from the tree to the demon we have a mink(?), Emmet, what looks like a sandship like in Alabaster that carries the same symbol on it's sails as Nikas shield, one lonely star shape from the left half right under it, a ship full of samurai, two more ships that I can't categorise, a giant whale with people on it (Laboon? The stripes make it look a bit like the Moby Dick) with rain from above, the only instance of rain in the entire mural, a big big giant that is shaded slightly darker than the rest, a Tontatta, a fish (what? it looks so lost it's quite big though so maybe a sea king. It was painted by children after all), a very dark ship it's the same shade as the gods/demon, a winged person (at first I thought sky island but those wings are big so maybe Lunarian...I'm dumb they're probably part of the moon people right? Took me until right now to make the connection. Maybe the distinction between the moon people is the Lunarians and the civilization that was on the moon?), a very big Nika with a sword shield and very long arm that is shaded the same colour as the gods/demon, a very big mermaid, a regular ship another mink and another giant. We have met quite a few characters that would fill those roles perfectly and they are friendly and allied with the straw hats.

The demon is weird as hell, he has horns as well as wings, he is bigger than the giants, he holds the literal sun and his outstreched arm is surroundes by the star shapes from the left half of the mural. The ship below the demon seems to beoing towards the rest of the group so is it fighting them? The people have been shaded gray until now, the ones one the ship wear white. Only their faces are the same grey. I don't see Zunesha though, I wonder why our elephant isn't in the mural.

There are a few repeating themes between the worlds. In the first world there is fire and a forbidden sun, in the second world the dragon berathes fire towards the serpent, the god of the sun spreads embers of war and the sun gets killed, the third world prophesises the return of the sun. Another common theme is the emptiness. The first world gets swallowed by darkness (not exactly empty but rather close if you consider the darkness fruit), the second breathed out of emptiness and the third starts void (peculiar choice of words here).

Thinking that maybe the sun in the demons hand might have to do with the motherflame. Maybe the starshapes are used to power/create it?

I feel like I had a million other thoughts but this thing is like three pages long already so I'll just add them if they come back.

[hayhenna]

Based on a JJK fanart that I saw last night, but I lost it 😭 I'll reference it here if I can find it promise!

We need more Figarland AU twin interaction!

[beanghostprincess]

"The whole crew was Shanks' family except for Buggy" exactly because Buggy was his boyfriend !!!

[short-honey-badger]

How would shamrock react to a drunk reader who thought he was shanks LOL

Oh, this man would be so OFFENDED. Like the look of absolute, udder disgust he would give you would sober you up.

"What did you just say?"

You realize that you may have fucked up when you hear the tone of his voice, eyes going wide and a stuttering apology flying past your lips.

"No, no. You thought I was Shanks, did you?" He would press, annoyed when you clam up and refuse to say anything else. His hand would grab you by the jaw, gloved fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks and making your lips pucker as he sneered down at you, "Tell me, my dear. What about me reminds you of my insolent little brother?"

[zumzumcita]

Wdym that he's randomly have a twin bro now????? I just caught up with the manga 😨 . I made this for my art workshop 💗

[jestersjitters]

Some Mishanks + Evil Twin WIP 👀

This is a commission, if you want one for only $15 send me a DM!

Comic commission here

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