#faust hawkins pirates

[space-lamplighter]

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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]

[pinejayy]

╰➤ Daily Reading

paring: basil hawkins x f!reader

summary: using my headcanons from (riding them) // you’re boyfriend is doing his usual tarot reading and you suggest riding him and at first he tries to dismiss your idea but you keep begging and at the end he finally gives in.

warnings: hawkins is kinda distant at the beginning ,, him calling you ‘doll’ ,, thigh riding,, dirty talking,, hair pulling,, p and v ,, no use in protection,, teasing.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

It was peaceful night for the Hawkins Pirates, the crew laid back for once without having the marines behind their backs or any kind of threats. But you couldn’t help but sigh in boredom, watching your boyfriend shuffle his Tarot Cards for the night.

Hawkins didn’t pay much attention to you, aside from sparing you a few glances from time to time. “Do you need something Doll? You’ve been sulking all night long.” He said, not taking his eyes off of the cards. Watching as his hands and slender fingers shuffle the cards made you sigh to yourself, looking away for a brief moment.

“Just bored..” You mumble, looking back at him and he still didn’t spare you a glance.

“Why don’t you enjoy the night, it is a rather peaceful night. Considering the marines aren’t behind our backs for the time being.” He said, and finally he looked at you. But just for a second. And you sigh dramatically and shook your head and quickly said “No.” And Hawkins eyes you and spoke up once again. “Hm. Why don’t you go bother Faust for the night. I’m quite busy at the moment, and your sulking is making my Tarot reading quite difficult.”

You couldn’t help but frown at his words, you were feeling quite needy and needed a helping hand. But he was too dense to read your reaction. Sitting next to him you lean towards his shoulders and watch his cards. “Hmm I rather stay here with you.”

“Very well then, then please behave yourself. I’m trying to do this reading.”

“Will do dear.” You whisper and stayed quite as you watch him. And as Hawkins was too busy focused into his cards you trace his leg, and he didn’t pay much attention to it, only sighing softly. And this continued for awhile, your hands tracing his arms, legs and soon after you took a piece of his long hair and twirl it around your finger.

“Are you sure you’re feeling good? You seem quite needy. More needy than usual.” He said and finally he sets his cards down and looks at you. His piercing red eyes staring down at you. “And you’re quite touchy. Is something the matter?”

“I want to ride you.” You suddenly blurted out, and Hawkins couldn’t help but feel his face heat up at your words. You were always so blunt about your feelings, it’s one of the many things he loves about you.

He coughed awkwardly and felt his excitement rise up.“Excuse me? You want to ride what?”

“I want to ride you, I want to ride that pretty cock of yours.” You say softly, whispering against his ear. So only he could hear your lewd words, your finger slightly tugging on the strain of hair you had.

“I’m quite busy. You know…with my reading and all.” He said, trying to keep his breathing in check. Your offer sounded tempting but he needed to finish his reading. What if there is danger lurking around. “I don’t think I can…not tonight.” He said, and moved your hand away form him and waved his hand at you. Basically shooing you away. Dismissing your idea, but you could tell he wanted it but was playing hard to get.

“Aw come on. I just want to ride you Captain. I need to ride you.” You begged softly. And the more you talked the more he felt aroused. Licking his lips softly, he closed his eyes and took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I need to ride you. I need to feel you inside of me.”

"Very well then. If it means getting you off my back. I'll give in into your lewd request doll." He said and was about to grab his cards. “Just allow me to ask my cards if…” He began to talk, but you quickly shushed him with a kiss. The moment he felt your lips against his he immediately returned the gesture back. Moving his lips against your soft lips. He guided you to his lap, and placed a hand behind your head and took over the kiss from there. Feeling his hands roam around your body, he always took good care of your body. Hawkins couldn’t help but drag his tongue against your lower lip, asking for permission.

Moaning softly as he took control of the kiss, and feeling his tongue against your bottom you gladly granted him permission. And once you granted him permission he slowly slid his tongue inside your mouth. Quickly exploring the inside your mouth. You couldn’t but melt into the kiss, he always treated you so well. Flicking your tongue against his made him growl against your lips. He gripped the back of your head, groaning into the kiss. Both of lips were moving at the prefect pace against each other. And after awhile he pulled away. His eyes staring directly at yours, and he smirked at the slight of your lips reaction. You were a panting mess and your face was a beautiful shade of pink.

“Wow a kiss has you like this Doll?” He hums slightly, leaning in and towards your neck. His lips quickly found your neck, placing small kisses against your neck. You couldn’t help moan softly as you felt his lips, and he continued to place kisses along your neck and collarbone. “And you know what you’re getting yourself into right? You’ve never ridden me before, what makes you think you’re up for the challenge?” He teases slightly, nipping the skin below your ear.

Moaning softly, you couldn’t help but tug his hair slightly and you were lost for words. He was right…you’ve never been on top before. And Hawkins could tell his words affected you. And he spoke up again.

“Move your hips, get a good feeling on what you’re going to do.” He said and smacks your hip slightly. “Just move and don’t think too much about it.”

You whimper and nodded, and without second thoughts you move your hips slightly. Trying to find the prefect rhythm. Hawkins couldn’t help but stare at you. He smirked to himself, watching you as you were dry humping his leg. Feeling his cock get harder by the second and to the point were it was pressed against his pants and you gasped slightly as you felt his covered cock taunting you.

“Hmm that’s good, you’re doing a good job doll. Get a good feeling on what you’re going to do right now.” He said and adjusted your hips, lifting your hips slightly and placed you down directly on his covered length. Getting his gesture you grind against his cock making him groan underneath you. “That good…good doll.” He moans softly.

You move your hips still, feeling his covered cock against your covered pussy. You were both needy and he placed a hand on your hips. “Are you sure you want this my Doll. It is a new position for us.”

You quickly nodded. “Please Hawkins…I want to ride you.”

And Hawkins wasted no time, his hands quickly found their way to your clothes and he began to undress you. To which you also did the same. Slowly you unbuckle his pants and drag them down. And soon after your hands found their way to his chest, feeling his muscles.

Soon after you were both naked, and he couldn’t help but drag his hands along your body, along every curve and scar you had. “So beautiful, so prefect. Your body is a work of art my doll.” He whispered and squeezed your breast slightly, blushing at his words you look down. And grabs your chin, making you look at him. “I mean it, your body is beautiful. So beautiful.” He said and placed a kiss against your lips.

Retuning the kiss, you couldn’t help but melt at his words. He always made you feel beautiful. Then he slowly started to guide you on his lap. Making himself comfortable, and pulling away from the kiss. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before he spoke up.

“Take your time Doll. I won’t rush you.” He said, and you nodded and stayed still for a bit. And after awhile you nodded and he eyes you. “Words. I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready.”

And he nodded, and slowly he guided the tip of his cock against your entrance and slowly he pushed himself in. Studying your reaction, and you wince in pain and grab onto his shoulders for support. And he didn’t move. “It hurts…” Whimpering softly, and he placed small kisses against your shoulders.

“Shh…it’s okay my doll.. you got this. Take your time.” He cooed softly.

Looking down at him, taking a deep breath before you slowly sink down on his cock. Fully taking him in, and he couldn’t help but groan under his breath. You stood still for awhile before you whispered against his ear.

“Mm Captain…you feel so much bigger in this new position.” You tease softly, he couldn’t help but smirk at your words. His hands found their way to your hips again. Squeezing you slightly.

“Naughty little Doll. Just wait until you’re done with your request. I’m going to make you cry in pleasure.” And you couldn’t help but moan at his words. Burying your face against his neck. Finally moving your hips against his, and pleasure quickly shot through your body.

“Mm oh Captain…you feel so good…” You mumbled against his neck. And he chuckled softly, also moving his hips slightly against yours, enjoying the intimate moment you guys were having.

But after awhile you gotten used to this new position, and Hawkins wouldn’t realize how much he would love this new sex position.

You were moaning softly, pulling away from his neck to take a good look at him. Sliding in and out of him, you bite down on lower lip. His cock was constantly hitting your g spot. Which drove your crazy, as you moved your hips against his you look down at him and he looked absolutely beautiful, the way his blonde hair was slightly messy, the way he was biting his lower lip to hold back his moans. Suddenly you grabbed a handful of his beautiful blonde hair and tug quite roughly making him growl at you.

He smirked and eyes you. “You’re a playing a dangerous game. I could easily take control of your body.”

“Ha! Sure you can. Did you forget I’m on top, and you’re the bottom right now.” You mocked him, you were trying to rail him up. It’s what you wanted.

“Very well then. But you asked for this.” He replied, and with a quick motion he held onto your hips, holding you in place. Not being able to move he smirked. And suddenly he began to thrust up and to his desired pace.

Moving his hips upwards, making sure he hits every spot that makes you tremble against his body. Your moans were music to his ears, but you were getting a little to loud. And his crew wasn’t to far from his private quarter. So in a quick motion he grabbed a voodoo doll that he had on his desk and shoved it against your mouth.

“Shh. The crew might hear your naughty moans. We don’t want that right?” He coos against your ear. Placing sloppy kisses against your neck. Abusing your sweet spot.

He keeps fucking the life out of you, and felt your walls clench around his cock making him moan under your breath. He smirks and brings a finger against your clit and rubs tiny circles around it.

You moans being muffled with the doll and he smirks at your reaction. “So close.. you want to cum right?” He teasing you, his cock was hitting your sweet spot and his slender fingers were toying with your clit. Of course you were gonna crumble down.

Nodding at his words and he chuckled and keeps using you as his personal sex toy. “Then do it. Cum for me and that’s an order from your captain.”

“Mpfff…” You moaned against the doll, closing your eyes. Your walls clenched around him, making him groan. Finally you came all over his cock and Hawkins wasted no time to reach his own climax. Giving you a few more thrust, he finally came inside of you. Groaning, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Feeling his seed drip down.

He took a moment to catch his breath before he looked at you, removing the doll from your mouth. And he quickly threw to the side. Not caring about the whoever is linked up to the doll. “Hmm poor soul that was linked up to this doll.” He chuckles slightly and watches the doll hit the wall.

He watched you wipe your lips and spit out any straw you had left in your mouth and he spoke in a gentle tone of voice. “How are you feeling doll? I wasn’t too rough?”

You pant slightly, and shook your head. Taking a moment to catch your breath before speaking up again. “No you didn’t. It was wonderful.”

Leaning in and you place a kiss on his forehead, you were about to pull away until he held you down.

“Please let’s enjoy this moment to ourselves doll.”

And you smile at his words and nod, both of took the moment to be close to each other. Feeling each other’s body heat. Before he spoke up again.

“Are you up for round two my Doll, I have other things in mind that you’ll enjoy riding.”

[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.

[space-lamplighter]

• ° 🍃 ° •

Aisling: I thought you knew how to climb trees.

Brendan: I do. Smaller ones.

Aisling: Yeah. Like bushes.

• ° 🍃 ° •

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.

• ° 🍃 ° •

° video from 📼 : Samuel Dennis III (YouTube)

[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.”

[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 🏞