#faust hawkins pirates

[space-lamplighter]

° question

I absolutely love creating small artworks on characters' everyday/routine situations. But I come up with so many ideas that I'm not sure I'll be able to bring them all to life - especially since my inspiration constantly jumps from one idea to the next 🤧

So, I thought: why not share some of these concepts in a script format? These are the ones I might not have time to develop in detail, but I still really want to share. I might add a small sketch, but the main idea would be in text form 🤔

Maybe someday I'll come back to these and create something more detailed when inspiration strikes. What do you think?

[skrunklewunkus]

I've been seeing people discuss their favorite niche pirates in One Piece lately; like characters who we only see once or twice, but who have compelling vibes and designs. So I wanted to share mine!

Faust is a black cat mink from Hawkins' crew, who I genuinely believe we only see once. He serves as the crew's "magician", which I have so many questions about lol.

We don't know much else about him other than that, and the fact that he comes from the North Blue. I found that interesting; outside of Zou, do we ever see another area that is populated by minks?

[yonjiplush]

Any thoughts on me drawing fem BepoLaw and fem FaustHawk?

[roseaesynstylae]

I want to put down all the references in the Worst Generation (excluding the Straw Hats and Blackbeard) and the named members of their crews. I'm getting my information from the wiki and adding my own theories/comments where necessary. Ever since I read JoJo, I love finding references in manga.

Fire Tank Pirates

Capone Bege: His surname is obviously taken from Al Capone (whom he also shares his birthday with) and his given name is based on the English privateer William le Sauvage. Him being stated to cut animals' heads off is a nod to the horse head scene from The Godfather.

Vito: His name seems to be taken from Vito "Don Vito" Genovese, a mobster/crime boss from Al Capone's era, and the first name of Don Corleone from The Godfather.

Gotti: He seems to be named after John Gotti, a mobster who ran the Gambino crime family in the 80s (He was nicknamed 'the Telfon Don' due to him facing three trials and being acquitted every time -- the results were caused by jury tampering and witness intimidation-- before being finally sent to prison in 1992).

Chiffon: She's named after chiffon cake, which she also specializes in making.

Pez: His name is the Spanish word for fish, as well as a nod to the candy brand, keeping with the Charlotte Family naming theme.

Bonney Pirates

Jewelry Bonney: Her name is taken from the 18th-century Anne Bonney, who, like Bonney herself, was a noble turned pirate.

Hawkins Pirates

Basil Hawkins: His surname is taken from 17th-century English pirate Basil Ringosel and his given name from 16th-century pirate/privateer John Hawkins. Hawkins is also the name of the protagonist of the 1883 adventure novel Treasure Island (which had a massive impact on the depiction of pirates in popular culture) by Robert Louis Stevenson, who also wrote The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Visually, his design is based off of Joey Jordison of Slipknot.

Faust: He's named after the legendary character Faust, who sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for knowledge and worldly pleasures. The story was most famously told by 15th-century playwright Christopher Marlowe in The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus and by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in Faust.

On Air Pirates

Scratchman Apoo: His surname seems to be based on the practice of "scratching" records when DJing, tying into his association with music. His first name is taken from the Qing dynasty pirate Chui A-poo.

Kid Pirates

Eustass Kid: He's named after the 13th-century pirate and mercenary Eustace the Monk and the 17th-century Scottish (which Kid would be if he existed in the real world) pirate William Kidd, who was also called "Captain."

Kid's Attacks: I decided this needed its own entry. Punk Gibson (Kid's giant arm) -- Named after the US guitar manufacturer Gibson. Punk Rotten (the giant scrap metal head and arms) -- Named after Johnny Rotten, the name John Lyndon used when he was the frontman of the influential punk band Sex Pistols. Punk Vise (Crushing a target with Punk Rotten's hands) -- As "vice" and "vise" are spelled the same way in katakana, this attack might be named after the British punk rock band Vice Squad. Punk Pistols (a harpoon gun made out of metal pieces that acts like a Gatling gun) -- Named after Sex Pistols. Punk Corna Dio (the giant bull he used to attack Big Mom) -- Corna is Italian for horns, alluding to the sign of the horns in heavy metal, while Dio references Ronnie James Dio, who was very big in that genre; no, I'm not making the obvious joke. Damned Punk (the giant railgun he used to blast Big Mom off Onigashima) -- Probably named after the British punk rock band The Damned. Punk Clash (after magnetizing someone with his Awakened Devil Fruit, they attract very large and pointy metal pieces) -- Named after the British punk band The Clash.

Killer: His laugh alludes to the song 'Psycho Killer' by the New Wave band the Talking Heads, as the chorus is the same ("fa fa fa fa fa"). The song might be the source of his name. His helmet strongly resembles that of Daft Punk member Guy-Manual de Homem-Christo.

Heat: He's likely named after the experimental rock band This Heat.

Wire: He might be named after the English rock band Wire.

Gig: In keeping with the Kid Pirates' music-related theme naming, a gig is slang for a live show.

Dive: She's likely named after stage-diving, a common practice among musicians and their fans.

UK: His name may come from the UK, where many classic punk bands originated from (ie, the Clash, Sex Pistols). Alternately, he might be named after the Sex Pistols' song 'Anarchy in the UK.'

Pomp: He's likely named after pomp rock, more commonly known as arena rock (examples of bands known for arena rock: Styx, Toto, Journey, REO Speedwagon, Boston).

Bubblegum: His name seems to be a reference to bubblegum music (rock and pop in a catchy and upbeat style marketed toward children), which influenced punk rock, new wave, and melodic metal.

Reck: He's named after the bassist of the Japanese punk rock band Friction.

House: She's named after the electronic music subgenre house music.

Boogie: He's probably named after the electronic club music subgenre called boogie.

Mosh: He's likely named after moshing, a rather violent form of dancing. Appropriate for a member of a crew known for their violence.

Hip: She's named after hip-hop.

Papas: He's named after the folk rock group The Mamas & the Papas, the indie rock band Papas Fritas, or both.

Jaguar: He's likely named after the Fender Jaguar electric guitar. Alternately, his name could come from Mick Jagger's last name, as "Jagger" and "Jaguar" are spelled the same way in katakana.

Quincy: Her name likely comes from the producer and musician Quincy Jones, who produced Michael Jackson's albums Off the Wall, Thriller, and Bad, and has 80 Grammy Award nominations and 28 Grammys.

Hop: She's named after hip-hop.

Compo: He might be named after an abbreviation of 'musical composition.'

Disc J: His name pretty clearly comes from disc jockey, more commonly known as DJ.

Fallen Monk Pirates

Urouge: He's named after the 16th-century Ottoman Pirate Oruc Reis. He seems to be based off of Grigori Rasputin, who needs no introduction, and/or Ji Gong, a Chinese monk known for having supernatural abilities, behaving bizarrely, and not following Buddhist monastic rules. Interestingly, both these figures have movies (Rasputin the Mad Monk, a 1966 Hammer horror film starring Christopher Lee as the titular character, and the 1993 Hong Kong film The Mad Monk) that might have inspired his epithet.

Drake Pirates

X Drake: Drake is sometimes synonymous with dragon, especially in Middle English; appropriate, given that dinosaur bones likely inspired legends of dragons. His name is also taken from 16th-century pirate and adventurer Francis Drake. Random (but likely not a deliberate reference) fact: He shares his birthday with the singer/rapper Drake.

Heart Pirates

Trafalgar D. Water Law: His surname is taken from Cape Trafalgar in the south of Spain, which was the site of a battle between the British and French/Spanish fleets which famously killed Lord Nelson. His name is taken from 18th-century pirate Edward Low, who was notorious for violently torturing his victims before killing them, which may have inspired Law's own reputation for cruelty.

Bepo: He might be named after Lord Byron's poem 'Beppo.' He's also likely named after bear, polar.

Shachi: His name is the Japanese word for killer whale, which makes his friendship with Penguin (who's named after killer whales' preferred food) kind of funny.

Jean Bart: His name comes from the 16th-century French privateer Jean Bart.

Ikkaku: Her name means 'narwhal' in Japanese.

Uni: His name comes from the Japanese word for sea urchin.

Clione: 'Clione' is the Latin name for sea angels.

Hakugan: His name means 'snow goose' in Japanese.

[craftyuworks]

♍ happy birthday, Hawkins 🔮

+ bonus apookins doodle 😊

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[baby-xemnas]

It's a shame we don't have any information about Faust and barely anything about Hawkins because I think seeing the Mink First Mates talk about their weirdo autistic captains would be very fun

they are sooooooooooo different tho. yeah we dont know faust but if we assume he is anything like hawkins himself imagine bepo thinking hes fucking weird and not liking him LOL (do i just find bepo disliking people very funny, maybe. i think bepo should distrust all supernovas+their crew beside kid pirates/strawhats. they are competitors!)

circuis goth boy and a decora key girlie how are they gonna mix!

[waraxarcana]

Hawkins' Hatred

Many assume that the person Hawkins hates most of his old alliance are Kid and Killer, but this is simply untrue. While he always disdained Kid and his feelings regarding Killer are...complicated, the one he hates the most is, and always will be, Apoo.

During the alliance, this was because the man was obnoxious and often an instigator of fights with Kid, making the whole working relationship more difficult than it should have been. While Hawkins expected the whole thing to crumble apart, he had always assumed that it would be due to Kid finally losing his cool and turning on them despite Killer's attempts to keep him calm.

Then came the betrayal. Not only did Apoo sell them out to Kaido, but he did so gleefully. It was his fault that Hawkins was put in the position where he would have to submit to Kaido or die. His fault that Faust was killed and his crew slaughtered. His fault that his chances of becoming Pirate King were brought down to 1% and he was forced to commit unspeakable acts in the slim hope that he could turn things around.

But he hates Apoo most of all because, for some reason, Hawkins is the one who seems to get the most derision for the betrayal. As if he had done so willingly. As if it was his fault that Kid was imprisoned and Killer ate a SMILE fruit. He feels he gets the blame for it all falling apart. People call him a coward and a traitor for agreeing to work for Kaido when he was merely trying to survive in the face of impossible odds. Apoo was the one who betrayed them all. Hawkins is just as much of a victim of the long-limbed bastard's betrayal as Kid and Killer.

He hates Apoo with every fiber of his being, and had he been given even the slightest chance, even if the cards told him the odds were slim, Hawkins would have attacked and attempted to kill him on sight. Would have taken him somewhere quiet and tortured him. Perhaps he even would have visited Kid in prison afterward and given him a few of their fellow Supernova's piano teeth as a gift. A token to remind him that they were both betrayed, but at least he got a little payback.

Alas, Hawkins died, and Apoo still lives. Such a cruel twist of fate.

[lighthouseofstories]

Devotion

10.09.2023

TW: Soft NSFW, Creampie, Oral Sex-Female Receiving, Vaginal Penetration.

A Happy Late Birthday Hawkins! Our mystical tarot man has quickly become one of my faves! This was in part inspired by the song 'Devotion- by Hurts) if anyone wants to have a listen.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with he rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alright to continue, It has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolish weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance, being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way that no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshiping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb where he secretly hopes it will take. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “ “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head is tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with the rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alrigh to continue, it has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolsh weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance,being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way which no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshipping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

The High Priestess and the Magician

(Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. True insanity comes from getting that result.)

Stalking into his quarters, Basil Hawkins slammed the door behind him so hard a few straw dolls on his bookshelf fell over. It was unusual for him to show much emotion, but his temper had been growing dangerously short as of late. Even Faust was not exempt from his displeasure. A rare thing, as he valued the feline Mink more than the rest of his crew, but his mind had been ill at ease since his reading one hundred days ago.

In truth, he should have known better than to ask them such a dangerous question. It had been his own hubris that had driven him to ask about his own future. To demand to know when he would reach Raftel and claim the title of King of the Pirates.

Instead, the cards had foretold his failure. Predicted his eventual, inevitable death. They hadn’t specified exactly when, but he had received enough information to paint an unpleasant picture. At the time he had brushed it off, as the Tarot was up to interpretation, even if his readings were generally highly accurate. Except he received the exact same reading when he’d tried again the next day. And then the next. And every day since.

Ninety-nine days. Three cards. Always the same.

The Magician reversed. The Ten of Swords. The Emperor reversed.

Hawkins had always treated the Magician as an avatar for himself. He had claimed it as his epitaph for a reason, after all. Even reversed he accepted it, and the cards had never presented it in a reading that did not end up directly involving him. So it was concerning he had drawn it in succession with the two other cards. The Ten of Swords meant painful endings and betrayal. The Emperor reversed referred to domination and lack of discipline, which made him think that his fate was in the hands of one who embodied these traits. And there were four Emperors standing between him and the title of Pirate King…

Growling in frustration, he shoved a pile of books off of his desk, the hardcover tomes scattering as loose pages flew about. Since the twentieth identical reading, he’d been furiously researching ways to potentially avert his fate. The cards did not lie. Not to him. They told him the odds of overcoming any obstacle that stood in his path, allowing him to act accordingly. They gave him an undeniable advantage. At least, they did most of the time.

Now, they spoke of his inevitable failure.

So far, the odds were nearly 100% that he would not succeed in his ultimate goal, and in fact he would fall disgracefully. He was a man of control. He enjoyed telling others that their fates were out of their hands. He did not appreciate that misfortune being reversed. He did not appreciate his own cards defying him.

“You don’t scare me, Hawkins. I’m from Joras. As far as I’m concerned, your spooky ass barely registers a 7/10 on my weird shit-o-meter.”

A feminine voice danced blithely through his head, its very presence as mocking as the words themselves. The speaker had been the catalyst for his current fit of anger. He’d encountered one of the Heart Pirates while attempting to find more obscure literature that might help him reinterpret his cards’ message.

Ikkaku, the submarine’s engineer. The sole woman he knew of aboard Trafalgar Law’s vessel. He’d glimpsed her in the past when his and the fellow rookie’s paths had crossed. A pretty face, and an attractive figure that was shamelessly put on display in her wanted poster. A point he would acknowledge briefly on lonely nights, but no more than that. He was not one to be brought to his knees merely by a woman’s body. However, despite recognizing her, this was the first time she’d spoken to him. It had started as empty politeness on her part, which he’d responded to with an idle threat to her life. He had no time for pleasantries. Yet instead of cowering or even just leaving, she’d jutted out her hip and spat out a disrespectful retort. The woman was far bolder than she had any right to be. She didn’t even have the decency to fear him despite their clear gap in power! She was a normal woman with a distinctly non-combative role, while he was a powerful pirate captain and a Devil Fruit wielder!

She was as infuriating as her smug bastard of a captain. Had Marines not stumbled upon them, he would have gladly shown her their difference in strength before handing her over to Trafalgar in pieces. Or perhaps challenged the man to a fight and used his Straw Man technique, making her captain slaughter her in Hawkins’ place. That would serve them both right.

Inhaling deeply, Hawkins forced his face back into its usual stoic expression. He needed to focus on the task at hand, not some irritating woman. She was hardly worth his attention, much less his fury. Just a subordinate of one of his rivals. Nothing special. Her arrogance would get the better of her sooner or later.

He had no reason to concern himself with her fate, anyway. He had his own to consider.

Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out his deck of tarot cards. There was only one question on his mind – was his fate truly set in stone? Was his death 100% certain?

One hundred days. Ninety-nine identical card readings. This would be the last attempt, no matter the outcome.

He shuffled the cards for a solid ten minutes, though he acknowledged deep down he was merely stalling for time. It didn’t matter how he cut the deck – the cards would be drawn as they were meant to be.

With a sigh of acceptance, he gracefully slid the first card off of the top of the deck, setting it down on the surface of his mahogany desk face-up.

The High Priestess. This was…unusual. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d drawn her. Yet there she was. She symbolized the divine feminine, sacred knowledge, and the subconscious mind.

Why did he draw her?

Brow furrowing, he set down the second card. The Tower reversed. Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster. Now that was far more positive than anything he’d drawn in months. Were his cards telling him he might have a chance to avoid his fate? He scarcely dared to hope.

His hand shook faintly as he pulled the last card. The Devil, also reversed. Releasing limiting beliefs, exploring dark thoughts, sexuality, and detachment. Quite the swerve from the past two cards.

He sat back in his chair, attempting to make sense of his reading. He felt as much confusion as he did relief. Three of the major arcana had been drawn, which was unusual. More than that, they implied a woman was involved. But whom? Could she really avert his fate? And where did the Devil come in?

“You don’t scare me, Hawkins. I’m from Joras. As far as I’m concerned, your spooky ass barely registers a 7/10 on my weird shit-o-meter.”

Ikkaku’s voice once more drifted through his skull, and this time he actually listened. Joras. She was from Joras. Of course he knew of that bleak, superstitious island. It was a land once known as Innsmouth before it had been heavily industrialized. A place of fog and darkness, full of stories that were fantastical and frightening. Dead bodies rising from their graves, plagues that drove people mad, ancient rituals and sacrifices that were used to gain favor from eldritch horrors that slept deep beneath the ocean waves.

It was a land Hawkins had often been accused of coming from himself, and while it was not true, he had always felt a sort of longing for it. He’d greedily read every bit of information he could get his hands on, enthralled by the twisted lore of the Old Ones. He’d always held a strong inclination toward the morbid and the supernatural, and though he’d concluded they were likely nothing more than stories, he’d still gladly taken a copy of the Necronomicon from a book seller who had attempted to sell it to him for an extortionate price. A book bound in human skin and written in mermaid blood made a lovely addition to his collection, regardless of the validity of the myths and rituals etched on their pages. He’d even taken the time to learn the language of Innsmouth so he could read and appreciate it properly.

His earlier irritations towards the woman shifted into intrigue. Now her lack of fear made sense, and his ego was soothed. It was rather hard to measure up to eldritch horrors, though he’d still be happy to give a demonstration of his powers to remind her that while they were stories, he was very much a reality.

More importantly, her appearance had broken his losing card streak. The cards had ceased predicting his failure to instead speak of her. There had to be a reason for that.

“Tell me more about this woman. Who is Ikkaku of the Heart Pirates?” he whispered to the deck, praying his cards might give him more insight.

They did not disappoint. First, he drew the Sun. Not that he needed the cards to tell him she was a woman of positivity, warmth, and vitality. The woman practically glowed with it, especially compared to her dark captain. Perhaps that was why Trafalgar kept her at his side. He could imagine many found her easy to like and were drawn to that warmth.

Nine of Swords reversed. Inner turmoil, deep-seated fears, and secrets. How interesting, considering the previous card. Perhaps she hid some insecurities beneath that sunny shell. A dark secret, perhaps? She was a subordinate of Trafalgar Law, after all. No one innocent would bear to be around that man, or if they did, they didn’t remain innocent for long. And she spoke so casually of being from an island renowned for twisted beliefs. People with happy, well-adjusted pasts didn’t become pirates. There was certainly more to Ikkaku than meets the eye.

Long, pale fingers set down the final card. The Star. It represented hope, faith, and purpose. Another card seldom associated with someone who sailed with a pirate crew. Stars were often used to guide the lost. To navigate vast, unforgiving seas and guide them to safety. But she was no navigator as far as he knew. That job belonged to the polar bear Mink. So why was it associated with her?

It was all quite interesting. He’d drawn two forms of light when he’d asked about Ikkaku. Very curious, especially for a pirate who willingly followed a man like the Surgeon of Death. Especially for a woman who came from such a bleak, oppressive island. Yet he could not deny that the cards suited her. It appeared despite the darkness that surrounded her, she kept a bright, almost blinding aura.

An old story tickled his brain. Most of the tales of the Old Ones he’d heard whispered throughout the North Blue, as they were common campfire stories and bedtime fables to scare the cowardly and superstitious. But the Necronomicon had told him tales he’d never come across before. Getting up, he strode quickly to his bookshelf to pull out that morbid tome. Flipping through the pages, he at last came upon the deity he was looking for.

The Creator Turtle. The sole being of light in the pantheon who existed to counterbalance the twisted and shadowy Old Ones. He had gifted the humans he’d vomited into existence with the lighthouse that sat upon Joras’ jagged cliffs. The story stated he’d given his chosen Light Keepers the power to stand against the darkness and alter reality with their belief. It claimed they’d willed a weakness into the otherwise unstoppable Old Ones’ reality.

Through pure belief, they’d found a way to make the impossible possible. To rewrite reality and fate.

A fantastical story? Most certainly. But his cards did not lie. They had shown her to him for a reason. Was she a Light Keeper? Were the legends true? Did such a power lay within the heart of such an ordinary woman?

Maybe, maybe not. Yet even if the stories were just fables, it was undeniable that Ikkaku was still a key player in avoiding his fate.

Hawkins hated jokes, and because of that, he was a man who seldom laughed. Yet the raspy sound of elation that escaped his mouth and throat could only be described as such.

At last. He had his answer. A way to cheat destiny. It was a 1% chance, but it was still a chance. An opportunity Hawkins would greedily grasp with both hands.

Being told ninety-nine times how you would die was enough to crack even “the Magician” Basil Hawkins’ mind, it seemed. And like a weed in a sidewalk, an idea sprouted and began to grow through that narrow opening.

“To think I considered killing you,” he chuckled, a twisted grin on his lips as he stroked the illustrated cheek of his High Priestess. The woman on the card even bore a stunning resemblance to Ikkaku, now that he looked closely. A warm smile and dark curls peeking out from beneath her veil. He found himself wondering what they would feel like between his fingers. He pictured them twisting like tentacles around his digits, her disrespectful tone now full of reverence as she gazed up at him with adoration.

Was he the Devil? Were the cards telling him he needed to release the beliefs he had and instead explore darker thoughts? Because oh, his thoughts were already straying into rather unsavory territory. If she was the key to diverting his path, he couldn’t simply let her galivant about with Trafalgar. No, he needed her at his side. He needed her to be utterly devoted to him. To believe in him enough that perhaps this fabled Light Keeper power could make him unkillable. Failing that, perhaps she could spill the secrets of the Old Ones. Tell him who might give him the knowledge and power to twist reality himself. Perhaps in exchange for a lovely sacrifice upon their limestone altar?

Even the more mundane option of her simply dying in his place to whichever Emperor he was unfortunate enough to cross was an acceptable outcome. Sometimes the best solution was the simplest.

But how to do this? Well, she was a woman. Were they not all slaves to love? Puppets pulled by the invisible strings of emotion? Surely, she was just as easy to manipulate. Hawkins simply needed to take advantage of that weakness. To seduce her and make her love him. Surely, that would not be difficult. The only real complication was her captain. He would be forced to either kill Trafalgar Law or manipulate Ikkaku into betraying him. The former would take cunning and force, while the latter would take subtle seduction and perfect timing.

And, well, if that failed, there was always old-fashioned kidnapping and torture. Even the strongest will could be broken with enough pain and creativity. And a man desperate to defy his fate was willing to commit atrocities a lesser man would balk at.

Plan taking shape in his mind, Hawkins opened his cabin door, calling out for his first mate. “Faust! Did you happen to see which way Trafalgar’s ship sailed?”

The cat Mink paused mid-step, surprised at the uncharacteristic grin on his captain’s face more than the question. Had he not been angry less than an hour before? “Trafal-nya’s ship? It seemed to be headed towards the next island, based on the log pose.”

“Excellent,” Hawkins purred, patting Faust’s head before heading towards the top deck. “Tell the helmsman to stay close, but not overtake them. We don’t want them thinking we’re following them.”

“We don’t?”

Blonde locks draped over Hawkins’ shoulder as he glanced over it. “No. Because we’re not following them. We’re following her.”

“‘Her’?”

“My High Priestess. The woman who will make me a god,” he replied before leaving a confused Mink with no further explanation. Not that one would have made sense to anyone but Hawkins. But he didn’t need his crew to understand. He just needed them to obey. To remain devoted, just as Ikkaku would be when he was through with her. She’d sealed her fate the moment she’d crossed his path. The cards had spoken. Light would succumb to darkness. The High Priestess would submit to the Devil. The Magician would become Pirate King.

Hawkins would not die. It was not his fate.

Deep beneath the waves, shadowy tendrils writhed as an ancient being laughed to itself, pleased that the seed of madness it had planted in the mortal’s fragile mind had taken root so perfectly.

[meowgiciann]

cont'd | @ikkaku-of-heart

✠ Yellow iris stared back, unchanging; analyzing for seconds that seems like hours. With a blink, his tail swagged to both sides as his chin leaned in as the nails scratched his fur. Eyes closed in delight and soundly purring confirmed his enjoyment. “.... Hmm. Ikkakunya. I understand that better than anyone.” Unlike the brainwashed cult members that easily saw Hawkins as the light of a new god. His devotion came from years spent together and all the good things he admired in his captain, and by extent; he knew exactly the dirty parts that man had. Part he didn’t care due to his own build narcissism and egoism. Rolling on his back, Faust sat down. Ears lowering slightly. “ I swore to protect everything that my captain judged precious, and this includes from himself. We pirates are the worst! and my captain is one of the worst.”

“I’m so proud of him!!!!" "That's why; let’s keep that between us. Ikkakunya. Sadly knowing my Captain he may go after you even in the afterlife. Take your time ~ we got pleeeeeenty of it.”

[space-lamplighter]

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Aisling: I thought you knew how to climb trees.

Brendan: I do. Smaller ones.

Aisling: Yeah. Like bushes.

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I'm always intrigued by thinking about the potential dynamic between Marie and Basil in their childhood.

And when I think about it, they somewhat remind me of Aisling and Brendan from The Secret of Kells.

A young version of Marie would be restless, brave, and always pulling the quiet and slightly reclusive Basil into new adventures without hesitation.

However, the irony of fate is that, over time, under the pressure of her family, Marie's bright spirit was broken, and her former courage turned into shyness and insecurity, while Basil, on the other hand, grew into a confident and composed leader.

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° video from 📼 : Samuel Dennis III (YouTube)

[medicus-felini]

;from meowgiciann

He’s laying sideways over a broken wall, tail swinging side to side as his head is supported by a paw. Observing their captain discussing their new alliance in a now open ceiling room—Yellow eyes scan the surroundings, stopping by the only other mink in the vicinity.

“ Oi. Wanna see a meowgic trick?" Sitting up, clapping both hands in a fist. He "detaches" his thumb from another. Openly making no efforts to hide how that trick is done.

"Ooppsy! My bad." He closes his paws together again, redoing the same action; this time; velvety blood sips from his paw as the finger jokingly detaching resembles a human's one. A loud painful scream is heard as one of his crew members falls onto the floor. Faust holds the severed finger and throws it in their direction. Strangely, the cult member doesn't complain and actually bows to the cat in gratitude before running away.

"Shazam!~" Paws wriggle in the air to announce the end of the magic trick.

@meowgiciann `♡´ Unprompted

There was this other feline waiting around until their captains finished discussing and arguing about which plan was the best. They had been busy for possibly hours already. Trying to kill a yonko is something that needs to be planned out precisely, after all. Linn sat there like a stiff board, back straight, eyes on her captain, who sits tables away, his booming voice clearly audible around the whole Kid Pirate's base. The mink could not afford to attract negative attention. She was in trial, fresh meat in the crew, but her back started to hurt, and she catches her eyelids becoming heavy.

At that moment, her ears twitch and turn to the ebony-furred magician, his attire betraying which crew he is a part of. Pale blue eyes soon follow the voice, gazing up to where the other mink has made himself comfortable—on a wall. Secretly, Linn was relieved that he made an attempt to start a conversation. The doctor might be patient, but everything has its limits. ❝ G-Garchu? ❞ Head tilts in confusion—an interested kind of confusion—all eyes and ears.

Linn was close to clapping after this first attempt at pulling what must be the easiest illusion known to mankind. A child could do that. However, her amusement gets interrupted as cardinal liquid oozes out of his raven paws. Her eyes dilate, the scream that followed from the person with now one less finger reaches her hearing. What a cruel little game.

Should she applaud now? Should she be worried? Her senses tell her to look after the poor guy, who strangely bows down in an act of gratitude. ❝ F-Fascinating...? ❞ The mink's lips leave out a whisper, intimidated by this cat's weird way of starting a conversation or displaying a trick. Hawkins' crew was mysterious in more than one way.

Asking Kid if she is allowed to fix this poor fellow's finger would count as a disturbance, the pearly-furred feline will stay here. For now. ❝ Quite a dangerous trick. I must say, you would have amazed me with a little less blood, too. ❞ That girl was worried—maybe a bit scared by these circumstances. ❝ I did not expect Hawkins to have a mink in his crew too. What a... pleasant surprise. ❞

[yonjiplush]

Some of my post wano headcanon, I feel like Hawkins crew would do anything to save Hawkins

[roseaesynstylae]

Here's a list of the Worst Generation's known crew members, with the exception of the Straw Hats and the Blackbeard Pirates.

Firetank Pirates: Capone Bege (captain; Devil Fruit user; male), Vito (advisor; male), Gotti (male), Charlotte Chiffon (female; Bege's wife), Capone Pez (male; Bege's son).

Bonney Pirates: Jewelry Bonney (female; captain; possible Devil Fruit user, we don't know for sure).

Hawkins Pirates: Basil Hawkins (male; captain; Devil Fruit user; status unknown), Faust (male; magician, apparently).

On Air Pirates: Scratchman Apoo (male; captain; Devil Fruit user).

Kid Pirates (status collectively unknown): Eustass Kid (male; captain; Devil Fruit user), Killer (male; combatant), Heat (male), Wire (male), Gig (male), Dive (female), UK (male), Pomp (male), Bubblegum (male), Reck (male), House (female), Boogie (male), Mosh (male), Hip (female), Papas (male), Jaguar (male), Quincy (female), Moai (male), Hop (female), Emma (female), Compo (male), Disc J (male).

Fallen Monk Pirates: Urouge (male; captain, Devil Fruit user).

Drake Pirates: X Drake (male; captain; devil Fruit user; status unknown).

Heart Pirates (status collectively unknown except for Law and Bepo): Trafalgar D. Water Law (male; captain; Devil Fruit user), Bepo (male; navigator), Penguin (male), Shachi (male), Jean Bart (male), Ikkaku (female), Uni (male), Clione (male), Hakugan (male).

I might do a follow-up where I list off the various references in their names.

[craftyuworks]

🫧 meet-cute 🏞