#human hair pieces

[storytellering]

I dunno guys, I think he did nothing wrong ever

[dragonanon]

Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.

You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??

You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.

Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao

[elalalune]

Character sheets + notes

Queen of Hearts/Red Queen 🍶

White Duchess ❤️‍🔥

Cheshire Cat 🦩

(Wonderland au)

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk finally gives in and agrees to sail with Shanks and half his first day aboard the red force is spent learning that no actually, ships don’t just sail on vibes .

And the second half is spent deciding that Mihawk shouldn’t be allowed to map out routes because while their sure they’d somehow magically get there nobody actually knows what the fuck island 30 degrees left of the rock where seagull 368 lands at 2pm every Wednesday and Saturday to fluff its feathers means.

Building Snake is following him around observing then hastily scratching down notes in a notepad. Shanks has once again denied his request to study Mihawk under a microscope

[softmangoes]

strands of the past | mr. crawling x you

18+ only

mr. crawling's hair is soft. it streams between your fingers like cool silk, each strand shiny and miraculously unmatted considering the conditions of this realm.

"hair item good," he beams, leaning closer into your touch with every pass of the comb.

mr. crawling sounds like the wind. susurrous. an echoing of voices whispering, layered atop each other.

when upset, his voice is a gale, low and foreboding. a gust of wind, swift and ready to cut through whatever hopes to bring you harm.

in the moments you are alone, it is a gentle breeze, asking if you are alright. and of course you are, because you are together. now. forever.

"sit still," you laugh, tucking a lock behind his ear.

he chuckles in response, a joyous sound punctuated by a wide smile.

"cute," you say. "i almost want to kiss you."

the language of this world is too harsh for him to imitate yours. a long, wet tongue flicks along sharp, blackened teeth.

"kisss?" he says, drawing it out. "what kisss?"

he leans forward, his hand brushing your wrist.

"you teach me?" he asks in a way that's so sincere that you find yourself setting the comb down so you could press your mouth to his.

mr. crawling tastes like the cold. like the first frosted breath of winter. ice against your tongue.

the specter guides you onto his lap, enveloping you in the soft fabric of his yukata as he embraces you. the bed groans at the shift in weight and he deepens the kiss, intrigued by your warmth.

you huff, breathless at his hunger. his need. his desire.

as you pull him closer, there is a vision that strikes you: the wind howling, the mud splashing beneath your hands as you crawl across the expanse of what used to be your village, hot blood running down your cheeks from ruined eyes.

you are looking for someone. you were supposed to protect them. you make a sound— a name—but the wind rips it from your throat. water torrents from above, roaring at your pitiful heroics. where, who—

you pull away, the damp darkness of this haunted realm hurtling back to you within an instant.

your fingers are still in mr. crawling's hair, your mouth a breath away from his. he has you in a light embrace, steadying you. the tip of his snakelike tongue traces your bottom lip, curious, before it slips back into his mouth.

"you alright?" he says softly. "scared?"

your breath is unsteady, your hands clammy. what you experienced was a memory that was not one you have lived.

"no," you say, thinking of the scent of rain. the cold droplets that seemed to stream down your face. the anguish of knowing that you failed to keep someone you treasured safe.

no, you think, bringing your hand to cup his cheek. that wasn't you.

mr. crawling smiles at your touch, his mouth so impossibly wide. you can't help but find it endearing at how much this specter enjoys your mere presence.

"me together you," he says, wrapping his arms around you. he presses his forehead against yours. "me keep you safe. always."

[jjstein2]

exposed wiring

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

something about trust

Writing below the cut!

“How… does it feel?” Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. “<Weird. But I expected that.>” Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopez’s face. Lopez grabbed Locus’ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat.  “What are you--?” “<One way to test it. Take my head off.>” Locus’ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. “<You are the only person strong enough,>” Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. “<If this synthskin doesn’t fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>” Lopez could feel the way Locus’s hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldn’t read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopez’s throat, then to his face and then back again and again. “<It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what all this fuss is about.>” Not strictly true, having his head removed wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. “You’re certain?” Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. “<I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.>” A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skull…  His head didn’t budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locus’ wrists. “<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>”

[serpentface]

I'm not even super deeply plugged into your worldbuilding lore and yet somehow last night I had a dream about being sacrificed by an odonii (I volunteered) (it was an overall positive experience that made me feel a sense of purpose and importance) so that's cool I guess

That's awesome I love infectinhg the minds of my tumblr followers

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

The Life I Can't Have

[crinj-central]

This perfectly encapsulates how I feel about "KAIDO WAS HARALDS SECRET 3RD CHILD" btw

[kacievvbbbb]

What is fun about the last time Shanks saw Mihawk he was probably 29 on the cusp of 30 and then they fall out and they don’t really reconnect until Mihawk is middle age and Shanks on his way there.

That’s alot of time to miss someone you used to know intimately. A whole life has been lived there. And think how much Mihawk must have changed how much shanks himself has changed. All this to say that I really think Shanks loves watching this version of Mihawk being domestic and having his little old lady hobbies.

He loves watching him cook and bake and talk about recipes and how to make sure the little gremlins under his care are getting the proper nutrients. He loves watching him tend to his garden with his ridiculously domestic sun hat, he loves watching him pick strawberries and put them into a little quicker basket and plant and harvest cocoa trees for Perona, and teach Zoro how to chop vegetables really fast and embroider his little flower patterns and read erotica and newspapers Like the same thing and take naps in the sun spot like a cat and interact with the kids and just he likes seeing Mihawk live his life because I will never come down from the hill that Shanks really kind of subconsciously worries about him and his loneliness and kind of the empty way he was living his life.

Cause like I think for shanks it’s such a jarring juxtaposition with the Mihawk that’s still freshest in his memories 10 years ago. 20 something young dangerous and wanted. Mihawk back then was probably the definition of vagabond literally bound to nothing and no one except occasionally shanks. Sailing around in a tiny ass boat with only wine and his sword a one man calamity.The Mihawk he remembers was always itching for a fight and would gladly start one. And because I headcannon Mihawk probably didn’t get his title till after his big blowout with shanks this is still a Mihawk with a lot to fucking prove and he’ll prove it every chance he gets. This is a Mihawk who still regularly accepts challengers and is also actively challenging people. This is a Mihawk that is hunting marines for sport (or revenge Or both) His life revolves around wine, sword-fighting, violence and blood shed and in the way only a man that doesn’t even realize how lonely he is it revolved around shanks.

I just think 20 something Mihawk had 1 friend and 1 hobby and hewas a lonely fuck who was so intensely single-mindedly putting all his energy into both he ends up kind of losing both (shanks crumples under the weights of his expectations and he literally positions himself so far above the crowd in swordsmanship and the one fight he actually does want to have is ruined for him that for a long period of time he doesn’t even experience the same joy that he used to while fighting it’s just another thing he can no longer fully indulge in) 20 something year old Mihawk was a discontent mess rapidly spiraling into depression and nihilistic boredorm and like Shanks can’t do anything about it because Mihawk won’t do anything about it he won’t even properly acknowledge it’s happening. And suddenly they aren’t friends anymore the love of his life literally walks out of it.

And then 10 years go by and zap suddenly here’s this 41 one year old man mostly unchanged but definetly more mature on the cusp of something truly life changing and then there’s this 43 year old with an island and a home and these 2 kids that he can’t even properly contextualize how they fit into his life and that must be so jarring one moment shanks remember A 29 year old nihilist that is literally breaking his heart and now here’s a “mellowed” out little old grandma hobby having middle aged man doing needle point on a Sunday evening come to take his place. A whole life lived in 12 years and Shanks didn’t get to see a lot of it but he’s so glad to see this now, that he gets to have this now.

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

There is approximately a 5.3 second window to explain why he's awake right now.

[scribbyizhere]

hey do you want to unlearn the training that made you a human weapon with your brothers and your childhood hero/inspiration

Masterpost

[torchflowering]

pyrography + markers = jimmy solidarity experiencing The Spicy 🌶️

[tstain-is-an-idiot]

doodled some insect idk