#figarland shanks

[vampenjoyer]

oops i forgot to post this here. Happy shanks day yall (and franky and mihawk too or whatever)

[the-frizzle-fry]

Looks like Shanks’ pappy is the leader of God’s Knights and was the king of God Valley. So Shanks being found in a treasure chest at God Valley is true. Roger saved baby Shanks. This opens up all new threads. Now I definitely think Shanks has a brother in God’s Knights. I already hate this guy as much as I hate Greenbull.

RIP to a good one. ✊

[moussofshroom]

panel(s) redraw

[joy-girl]

One Piece 1121 // "the fate of this world will be decided by whoever finds it!!"

[shanksxbuggy]

Uta: Shanks, how do I get revenge on my enemies? Shanks: The best revenge in life is letting go and living well :)

Uta:

Uta: Buggy, how do I -

Buggy: Bomb.

[t1sunfortunate]

gods knight / god's knight

(commission for @lesbiankoby)

[netcryptid]

Okay, thoughts. If Garling really is Shanks’ biological father… I can’t stop thinking WHY THE HELL would you bring your one-year-old to an event such as God Valley????? Did he bring him along to “start him early”? Maybe he wanted to get rid of him and used that as a cover? Or, maybe Shanks’ mom was a slave that escaped to the island and Things Happened?

If the treasure chest thing is true, can’t help but think about the reason Cora told Law to hide in a treasure chest: people gravitate towards them because Treasure, so the chances of Law making it out of that closed-off island alive was high because anyone (pirates, civilians, marines, CDs) would naturally want to take a treasure chest with them. So whoever put Shanks in a treasure chest wanted him out of the island alive… possibly.

If Oda doesn’t expand on the *waves hand in general direction* all that, I will i m p l o d e.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Pride Month Event: Battle of the Cursed One Piece Ships

There will be a part 2 because I couldn't fit all the cursed One Piece ships into one poll. So, whoever came up with these. I hope you're proud of yourself. Plus, using the Pride Month event as an excuse to torture us with these, it's so slimy. The celestial dragons would be proud

[rum-sugar-pirate]

Since he has returned to the manga FINALLY I will post some of my Figarland art. I really like him and I can’t wait for him to anime debut and I can buy figurines of him. Thank you bye

Also yes that is him with Uta because until I catch up and see if he is actually shanks’ dad that is what I shall believe. And if that is the case then that means he is Uta’s gramps… look if people are allowed to like Doffy then I can like this… thing

[dangolisa]

St. Figarland Garling 🌙

[goldenandhappy]

okay but can we talk about Shanks ???

And more specifically about the unavoidable Shanks VS Luffy.

Years in fandom people have been speculating on what that fight will be like, with a friendly Davy Back Fight being a very popular contender, closely followed by the Evil-Shanks theory.

Those two represent two extremes: The We're-So-Totally-Bros-I'd-Never-Hurt-You VS the You-Betrayed-Me-And-Thus-Should-Die.

With that said, the latest chapters are announcing another, and yet possibly more difficult turn . One where their interests collide.

Luffy, especially in 1132, has yet again shown how much he revered Shanks. This makes sense. Shanks was his mentor. He owed him his life.

Now, if we may stop here for a second, may we ? Let's for a second explore a shonen trope : the mentor that dies.

This has happened a thousand times, with the most memorable example being Jiraya's death.

The mentor's death in shonen is a signal, a tonal shift, and a stepping stone for the MC to grow. It's a painful loss, and a message of trust. With their mentor dead, the MC is forced to leave the nest, with no one to back them up.

And there it is, our key word: forced.

Luffy won't watch Shanks die. He won't be forced to lose him. But he will have to choose to.

Luffy is now an emperor of his own right, with a fleet he vowed to protect. And a member of that fleet had just been attacked by Shanks. The hows and whys don't matter. The facts are there.

Luffy will have to choose between avenging/defending Barto, and his loyalty to Shanks.

And this will be his hardest test as a leader.

Will he have the guts to kill his darlings ?

Only time will tell

[goingbuggy]

Will you ever talk about shanks being celestial? I wonder what you think

Truth be told, Oda has yet to touch upon Shanks' potential Figarland lineage since the release of Film Red (which was what.. two years ago by now? Damn.)

If true, I think Shanks coming from a celestial background adds so many interesting layers to his character. For one, practically everything about Saint Figarland stands in contrast to Shanks. Saint Figarland made a name for himself as the "champion" of God Valley, an island which we now know hosted games where living children were hunted for sport. Saint Figarland also clearly despises those who stand up for others, as he was the one responsible for passing judgment on the execution of Donquixote Mjosgard -- the nobleman who supported Queen Otohime's attempts to integrate fishmen with humans.

Meanwhile, Shanks is someone who remains steadfast in his morality. He protects his fleet even though they are weak, interferes with needless killing, and even encourages others to stand up for what they believe in. Saint Figarland abuses his power in order to punish those who are weaker than him, but Shanks uses his power in order to uplift those who might need his help. Saint Figarland maintains the prejudiced status quo, but it appears that Shanks is trying to change that status quo with the help of Luffy. I don't think it's a massive leap in logic to assume that Shanks would hate his father, if he knew who he was. Thus, I believe the ensuing source of internal conflict within Shanks would have a lot of potential, and add quite a lot of depth.

[the-frizzle-fry]

So everyone is dropping bricks over Garling not having red or grey hair.

People be saying he can’t be Shanks dad now because of hair color. Yall don’t understand genetics huh?

Also red hair doesn’t usually grey. It turns blonde and/or white. It loses pigment. So if anything this adds to Moonhead being Shanks pops. Just have to wait for the God Valley flash back to get proof.

Edit: His hair isn’t shaded in the God Valley flashback so I doubt it’s red.

[abundantlyqu33r]

I know everyone’s pretty much in agreement at this point that garling is shanks’ father but am I think only one who thinks shanks’ mom is the one with the red hair? Like most people seem to be giving garling red hair when they color him(unless it’s old garling) but I really don’t want that to be right.

For one his dual moon/star hairstyle makes more sense visually if his hair is some kinda yellow or white but also I think Shanks branding himself off his hair and being known as Red Haired Shanks is so much more satisfying if that’s the one thing he inherited from his mother, who was more than likely a slave. It’s kinda like ace going by Portgas. I’m curious if anyone else has any thoughts about it though

[naniguini]

Me: Buggy being Rocks' son is stupid and affirming Garling is Shanks' bio-dad is too rushed, we need more evidence.

Also me: Yeah but hypothetically could you imaging the significance that a child of a Celestial Dragon (Shanks) being raised along a member of the D clan (Buggy) as brothers would have?

Do you know how great the enmity between the man that attacked the so called Gods in God Valley (Rocks, Buggy's supposed father here) and the CD who was it's champion (Garling, Shanks supposed father here) would be without adding the enmity they already have by just belonging to the clans both of them belong to?

Not only that, do you think of how Shanks as the child of this CD getting raised by another infamous D clan member with the child of Rocks as he's brother could add to the similarities between Luffy and Roger by showing how Roger also had the ability of joining people together only to help him while also being a another "Fuck you, blood bonds" that have always characterized One Piece against the enmity among the CD and the D clan imposed by some lost history?

And how sad it'd be that, even after all their time together the child of the God Valley champion and the child of the God Valley invader that grew under the same crew, separated due to their differences remarking how the D clan and the CD will, and always will be enemies?

[missmungoe]

I Hope it's not too late to send a whole bouquet of roses

🌹🌹🌹

I still have a bunch of these in my inbox from the last WIP meme, and am hoping that posting some snippets might help get me back into the writing groove! I've also been itching to get back into this fic, so from the next chapter of Salt Vows:

Someone was patting her cheek.

Blinking awake found the room doused in buttery light, the parting kiss of a setting sun, its long limbs stretched across the floor towards her where she lay. Her face was pressed into something soft, like a carpet.

Realisation found her by degrees: that she was on the floor, and closely at its heels―that she had no idea where she was.

Before she could unearth an answer from her surroundings, there was another gentle pat to her upturned cheek, before a happy little coo drew her attention to the source, and squinting through the sunlight found a familiar face, soft, round cheeks, and big doe-brown eyes identical to the ones she found in the mirror every morning, creased with a grin she knew still more intimately, although Shanks' was nowhere near as innocent.

Grinning, their son watched her, his cheek pressed into the carpet where he’d scooted close, the tips of their noses nearly touching. A tiny hand patted her cheek as he giggled, as though they were playing a game.

Her own smile swept away some of her disorientation, and, “Hey,” Makino murmured, lifting her hand to thread her fingers through his hair, warmed by the sunlight.

That’s when it hit her―that her baby was supposed to be in Fuschia.

She sat upright so fast it made her head spin, and sucked a hiss through her teeth, the heel of her palm pressed to her brow to dampen the throbbing ache splitting her skull. Had she hit her head?

Her memories were fragmented, jagged pieces that barely fit together. She’d been on Emptee Bluffs, with Cross Guild. There’d been a party; she remembered talking to Buggy and Mihawk, and stealing the keys for Smoker's cell, but then…

Looking up at her surroundings, she stilled.

To say the room was big felt like a pitiful description, taking in the grandest chamber she'd ever seen, a space so vast the ceiling vaulted overhead, the curved arches painted with frescoes, the kind she'd only ever read about. Tall, arched windows lined the walls in front of her from floor to ceiling, although the sunlight pouring through them made it hard to see anything beyond but uninterrupted sky, although there was enough within the chamber to distract her, her wide eyes drinking in the expensive furnishings, velvet-upholstered chairs and large, mahogany bookshelves, and a marble fireplace carved with nymphs and flowers so lifelike, she half-expected one of them to move.

She didn't breathe, captivatd by the sight. This wasn’t Cross Guild’s city of tents, or the brig of a ship, although beyond that, Makino couldn’t begin to guess where she was.

On the floor beside her, Ace was babbling, and looking him over found him as he’d been on the morning of her arrest, not a scratch on him, or any evidence that he’d been harmed, happily distracted by the carpet, the threads dyed a deep, vibrant red, interspersed with a repeating pattern of blue and white, a circular symbol that snagged her attention, although before she could recognise it―

“Have you collected yourself?”

The voice startled her―she’d been so distracted by her surroundings, she hadn’t even realised there was anyone else within the room―and her head snapped around, only to find a man seated on the velvet chaise behind her.

He was older, around Garp’s age or close, his serious features weathered from a long life, although it wasn't work and regret that had lefts its marks on this face, observing the grooves carved between his brows and at the corners of his severe mouth, holding none of the warmth she associated with Garp. Whatever had hewn these features, it wasn't kindness.

They tapered to a narrow chin; he had a long, pointed beard, styled like his hair in a severe, crescent curve that she might have called flashy on anyone else. A pair of tinted, half-moon glasses perched on the hooked tip of his nose, but despite his age, the eyes above were sharp, and shrewd.

Suppressing the shiver that climbed up her spine, gripped by that hard gaze, “Where am I?” Makino rasped, although it took hearing the tremble in her voice to realise what she was feeling.

Fear.

And she already knew she wasn’t in East Blue, or anywhere close, although nothing could have prepared her for the truth as the stranger told her, his deep voice betraying no more than his unyielding features, “Mariejois.”

Her heart stilled.

The gaze holding hers revealed no glee at this revelation, although right then Makino thought she would have preferred it, or anything that resembled a feeling of some kind. Even the Fleet Admiral, for all his contempt of her and everything she represented, had still looked at her like she was human. This man...

He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, and searching his face, she was arrested by a sense of familiarity, taking in the stillness in his tall frame, recogniseable as a swordman’s even without the sabre at his waist. But it was the severe downturn of his mouth that tugged at something in her chest, an almost intimate recognition, although the face that appeared in her mind was different, hewn with feeling, and the wide mouth shaping his expressions made for smiling.

The man before her looked like he hadn’t smiled a day in his life, and the shiver in her voice betrayed the first inkling of realisation, as Makino asked him,

“Who are you?”