#interactions. rosinante.

[weatherw1tch]

continued. / @a11sunday

Back then.

Rosinante tries not to linger on it, the way it makes his chest ache. Back then, we had a chance. Back then, before you tainted yourself by proxy of your name, I wanted you.

He sits there in his heart-printed shirt, his makeup and feathers, wearing the garb of the man he might have been, had Sengoku not found him. In actuality, it's not all that far off from the man he is now -- if he's going to play the part of the long lost brother come home, he's going to keep parts of himself as cloak, as some loose grip on his mortal soul.

Iselda was a kindred spirit in place he expected to find none. He was too human for a Celestial Dragon, but it still didn't grant him ease in interacting with his comrades. He kept his focus on his work, until she barreled into all aspects of his life, touching him with tender care and allowing him to return the gesture.

"And now?"

He'll leave, if that's what she wants. He's leaving anyway, in the morning, a mission to headquarters disguised as a trade deal for Doffy. His voice feels scratchy from disuse, but he'll be damned if he won't let her hear it.

[weatherw1tch]

Rosinante's heart broke at the vitriol in Law's tone, but he understood it. Law had come to the Donquixote Pirates at odds with the world, hurting a hurt that was seemingly beyond repair. Everything had been taken from him, and so he hoped to take from the world in kind. Rosinante had worked for six months to provide for the kid, to show him that there was light at the end of a long, collapsing tunnel. No child deserved to see the cruelty of the world so early, so vividly.

Then he'd ripped that all away by nearly dying, and leaving Law with unknown questions. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried -- hadn't ripped IVs out of his arm in order to sneak away, but only succeeded in making more of a mess of himself. He'd been under surveillance. Saving Law was not a crime, but in the eyes of the government, it was -- he'd purposefully failed his mission. His relationship with Sengoku only softened the blow that was his probation. He'd been allowed to keep tabs on Law, with the caveat that he would keeps tabs on the fruit. But he was not to seek him out.

Rosinante couldn't approach it the same way as he did all those years ago, throwing Law under his arm and onto a boat, away from Doffy's machinations. He stood there for a moment, letting Law feel everything the years had built upon them, as he took in the way the scraggly little kid from his memory had changed. Grown taller, stronger, eyes circled with dark shadows. He'd seen the wanted poster, and felt something of a pride-cum-fear. But it was different up close.

"Do you remember tossing me into a dumpster, you little shit? I do." Rosinante's laugh was clipped by the situation, but no less present. "You wouldn't believe a word I said the first time I spoke to you and told you about the Will of D. I was scared shitless you were going to blow my cover by telling Doffy." He could remember the fear so vividly as he chased Law through the sheets, peering up at Doflamingo standing on the deck of his ship, a thousand plans converging in his mind. Law only smiled that shit-eating grin, like it was a secret shared between enemies-turned-partners. "But you didn't. You said you owed me."

So? That was all he could say? And that he'd gotten scars out of the event? No fucking shit he'd gotten scars. His goddamn brother had riddled him with bullets and left him for dead in the snow.....but more than that....Cora would have come back. Would have found him. Ensured that he'd survived even after eating the Ope Ope Fruit. He wouldn't have just abandoned him.

It was that knowledge that kept his guard from even waiver as he mused cooly. "There are thousands of devil fruits out there. Any number of them could make you look and sound like him." Sure, the bullet wounds that had left scars behind were convincing. Yet it wasn't like he'd seen where they'd been all those years back. Anyone could make scars like that and pass them off as real. Rosinante had been well known enough for the outfit to be easily created as well.

It was a lie. It had to be. Because if it wasn't, then that meant that Cora had abandoned him. That all this time the man who had become his embodiment of hope had been alive while he'd been fighting for his life. Barely surviving long enough to figure out how to remove the Amber Lead from his body and then fighting to grow up in a world where all the cards had been stacked against him.

"How about you tell me who you really are."

[quuuueto]

"A GIFT"

I hope you enjoy it!

Bellow I'll share my work process!

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Without text:

Initially, it was a 5 page comic but when I finished first 4 the last one seemed unnecessary

Even though I was pretty busy yesterday I manage to finish the comic completely (from start to finish: sketching and planning on the pages themselves, lining and inking). The only things I didn't made in time were scanning (taking photos) and adding text which I did today.

Pencil sketches (last page):

Black pen lineart:

Thanks for your attention!

[shima-draws]

Reading a fic where child Luffy gets kidnapped by Doflamingo and he refers to Cora as "pretty Mingo" I'm MFASMKDALKS

[bordonfreeman]

Funny experience i had with my friend @bugybug500 at a convention last month

[weatherw1tch]

Soft-hearted until the end, looking upon his brother's prone form, caged like a feral animal, sympathy and grief mingled in a manner that could have made anyone else sick. It would have, had he not grown used to the feeling, in pondering the fall of their family for years prior.

Rosinante's booted foot grazed Doflamingo's shackled ankle. He was whole, and real, and alive, and there was a sense of rightness too, that flooded him. The kid had done what he'd spent years trying to accomplish, the little shit. The least Rosinante could do was take over in the end.

He had little doubt Doffy had had visions with nothing but a cell to occupy his time, because he certainly had haunted Rosinante in his recovery, and before, when he'd dragged Law as far away as possible, because they were tied that way. For better or worse, he and Doffy would always be two sides to the same gilded coin.

Rosinante's back met the brick behind him as he moved further into the cell, another drag of his cigarette threatening to whisk him away with the smoke. But he remained. "I don't want anything but answers. You can do that much."

　　　　❝ fuck off. ❞

　　not this again. not this again.

　solitude's ability to inspire the mind to fill the silence with all matter of things ー images, words, memories ー was both interesting and infuriating to doflamingo. at least that's what his suspicion was. it wouldn't be the first time ー the first time he imagined his brother's taunting words, the first time he imagined him standing there spectating over him like some animal he was watching in a zoo.

chains knocked against stone floors as doflamingo, unsuccessfully, tried to jut out a foot and kick at the figure. his restraints had recently been tightened, relegating him his usual spread eagle position on the cell floor. he was powerless. he was stuck.

　❝ what do you want now? ❞ 'now' as if he were real. 'now' as if he hadn't just been speaking to hallucinations of him in his own head all this time he'd been incarcerated. sometimes visions of law was there with him, but it was mostly this stupid, clown bastard. ❝ just disappear. i have nothing to give you. ❞

@weatherw1tch

[itscoffeetime-world]

Cereza my beloved ( ◜‿◝ )♡

I should draw tesoro with his niece tbh

[invye]

So @kacievvbbbb asking about modern AU headcanons had me revisiting my 'modernised' MiShanks AU I thought up a couple months ago.

I call it 'modernised' because it is more of a medium modern AU, where I keep much of the base OP lore and history, but shrink the 'active' world down to just a few islands. The overall tech level and societal developments are much closer to what we have now and I do away with most of the political plot. I haven't yet decided if Devil Fruits still exist, but if they do, they are much more rare and are kind of a thing of legend most people don't believe in. Only very select few people would know about them and the curse associated with them.

So lets get into it, I've got plenty of thoughts on Mihawk, Shanks and how their relationship plays together in a more modern world. (And because Rosinante is also one of my favourites, and I can't seem to not smush them all together, there is a CoraMiShanks bit at the end too.)

- Mihawk -

Basic weaponry is a bit more in line with modern expectations in this AU, but that will never ever stop Mihawk from being a swords guy. Mihawk is the authority on fencing, especially in historical context. He's basically got a PHD in swords, identifying them, maintaining them, using them. He's filthy rich, not just because he won every fencing tournament there is, but also because he straight up inherited that half maintained castle outside of town along with stupid amounts of money from an uncle everyone thought already died decades before Mihawk received his testament.

These days Mihawk only competes in the highest level tournament once a year to defend the title (his 'rivalry' with Shanks makes the news every time) and otherwise spends his time at home, reading, drinking, occasionally taking small sailing trips with his beloved Hitsugibune, and of course training his swordsmanship. Everyone thinks he's just living it up big in Kuraigana castle, but the people in town know that he just wants to raise his kids in peace.

Where did the kids come from? No one knows. They're definitely not his though. Anyway, turns out that Mihawk is really good with kids, so it takes barely a couple years for the whole town to load off their kids with him during holidays and days off school. (Look, Zeff runs a busy kitchen, and as much as Sanji tries to help, he's still too young for the holiday rush. Garp has to leave on Marine assignments at the most random times, and his bum of a son has vanished to who knows where years ago, and the grandkids are friends with Zoro and Sanji anyway and can do with burning out their energy running around the woods behind the castle. Bellemère has to leave on those assignments with Garp most of the time, so Nami joins the fray while Nojiko mostly plays with Perona. Mihawk usually leaves the teen girls be on their own, especially since Robin showed up a while ago to join them [she seems to stay on her own, and Mihawk keeps an eye on her in case she needs additional help, but Crocodile seems to have that sorted already]. Usopp's mom is still sick, and she's grateful to know her son is out there having fun with his friends while she tries the next medicine with horrible side effects.)

The kids love Mihawk. Mihawk loves the kids too and to much of his dismay, the kids know it. He is a figure of authority to them, but also a person of trust, who they can approach with problems and worries when their usual parental figure is unavailable or out of reach. Given that Mihawk is pretty much always around, he begrudgingly accepts his new job as free childcare provider for the town (Garp tried to pay once. They all realised very quickly they get much farther by paying in favours, food, or doing little odd jobs because that old castle always needs something done).

Mihawk promised to teach Ace and Sabo to sail this summer, and with Luffy insisting to bounce around them, he already plans on doing more swimming and child fishing than actual sailing.

- Shanks -

Shanks is still a pirate, but it's all on a much smaller scale. He's still got the 'Red Emperor' epithet, but his reputation is much more Robin Hood of the seas. The Red Force gets into small tussles with other pirates more often than the Marines, and really, as long as they have food and alcohol on board they are all perfectly fine just sailing and enjoying their freedom. No one ever knows where the Red Force is at any given time, but they are known to show up when natural disasters strike, not to plunder the remains, but to help the people rebuild long before the Marines get around to offer their help (once the Marines show up on the horizon the Red Force clears out, a couple shots are exchanged, none of them ever hit). Garp tried to yell them into joining the Marines more than once, really Shanks could even stay captain and keep his ship and crew, he just needs to fly the Marine flag, but they all simply laugh and wave as they go off again to who knows where.

However, there is one week every year, where everyone knows exactly where the Red Force will be. Shanks won't ever miss his chance to duel Mihawk in the grand fencing tournament a couple islands over from Mihawk's home. As opposed to Mihawk, who has his fixed position as defending champion, Shanks fights his way through the other contenders every year. He leans into the pirate reputation, taunting opponents, refusing protective gear, tiptoe-ing the line to breaking the rules. The people love to hate him, it's a spectacle every time. The grand finale inevitably is a duel between Mihawk and Shanks, even after Shanks lost his arm (he sat out for a year and people thought that was the end. They were very relieved when Shanks made his over the top entrance again the year after).

They have long abandoned the actual fencing rules and equipment during the finale. People clap and scream when Mihawk steps on stage carrying Yoru, the black blade just as legendary as his own reputation. Shanks never fails to grin and deliver a witty one liner (the people's boo is part of the performance) and then they lunge. Watching that fight is exhilarating. No protective gear, real blades, and two absolute masters going at each other with a force that would leave less competent fighters with the gravest of wounds. It's every bit as real as it is a performance. Everyone knows Mihawk will win before they even start, and the people can recognise a small collection of moves that they build in every time, the more flashy and wide swipes that could easily be punished but never are. It's not simply about Mihawk winning and Shanks losing, it's about witnessing a piece of history being brought back to life right in front of their eyes.

The fencing tournament has always been held within the context of the summer solstice, and with Mihawk and Shanks putting on their show its become a part of a bigger festival that focusses on celebrating history and old rites, the origins of which aren't always known anymore. Every year after the finale they throw a huge feast, traditional food all over, as historically accurate to a long past pirate era as it can get (Mihawk makes sure of it, that history PHD has to be good for something), dressing up accordingly is very much encouraged. Shanks and Mihawk keep carrying their blades and play up their daring villain and chivalrous hero act and no one thinks twice about drinking with the Red Hair Pirates (they have amazing stories to tell). Usually Mihawk ends up in the middle of a group of kids and answers all kinds of history questions, all professor like, but in his full on historical get up. Shanks catches a glimpse of him and sighs dreamily and all the people he's jokingly been flirting with and threatening to kidnap as part of his role know that they're talking to a very much taken man. They enjoy his company anyway and talk to him about what it is like to raise a kid out at sea as they watch Perona and Uta tease Zoro in the distance.

What people don't know, is that the Red Force winters. Pretty much everyone aside from a volunteer skeleton crew leaves the ship for home during the winter months.

No one in town mentions to outsiders that the Red Emperor stays with the Strongest Swordsman up in Kuraigana castle. Why would they? They're great with the kids. And Uta singing with Brook during the Baratie winter solstice celebration sells out the house every time (the townsfolk get a cheeky 50% off that day, it's a community event after all [except for Mihawk. His filthy rich ass can pay double and wouldn't notice {he does pay double. He does notice. He does not care}]).

- Rosinante & Law -

Because I can't help myself and I love thinking about Rosinante together with MiShanks, this story's active events that would make up a proper fic make it a CoraMiShanks story, which starts with Cora-san and Law arriving in town. (Rosinante is genuinely a situational mute in this one, and Law's illness is a bit less horrifying, and potentially cured/managed with medicine.) They're on assignment from Doflamingo who heard that there's a spot that has gone unfilled in the island's underworld and wants to take full advantage of the opportunity to weasel into Crocodile's operations.

Little does Doffy know that: a) Corazón accepted the assignment so he could get away from him; b) Corazón insisted on taking Law because he's still working on getting Law's illness cured; [c) {depending on if Devil Fruits exist} Corazón may have secretly taken the Ope Ope no Mi on his way out;] d) Dracule Mihawk personally checks out every newcomer in town and seems to know much more than he reasonably should; e) Dracule Mihawk loves kids and bonds with Rosinante in a single meeting that included him pulling Law out of a lake; f) gods damned Dracule Mihawk directly protects Crocodile's operations in a infuriating 'someone will do it so I pick the smallest evil' mindset and Crocodile is so damn smug about it; g) fucking Dracule Mihawk decides to keep Rosinante and Law under his protection; h) and WHERE DID THE FUCKING RED EMPEROR COME FROM???

Doffy is seething at his plans foiled. Crocodile laughs at him, tells him to go pound sand and uses the opportunity to poach a couple of Doffy's operatives. Doffy has no choice but to retreat and plot his vengeance for later.

[weatherw1tch]

Rosinante sat back against the now-shut oven, letting the ache in his head be momentarily soothed by the cool steel. A sigh left his lips as he watched her set to work, and then another, as she pressed the makeshift compress to his forehead. The nostalgia was rampant. He was sure he could pinpoint every scar, every whisper of a bruise or injury, she'd attended to for him.

For the time, Law was tucked away with his newfound friends and the strange inventor that saved the kid's life after he got away. Rosinante was indebted to the man. He realized he couldn't always hover over the kid, as if Law would ever allow such a thing, but leaving him for too long made him worry. In saving his life, Rosinante painted a bright red target on his back, and it was a steady fear, that one day he would come home and Law wouldn't be there.

For all the things that had broken his heart over the years, that would be the last straw.

"I think you had the right idea, settling down." His fingers went to rub at the tenderness of his temple, pulling away with a hiss. Rosinante turned his gaze up toward Bell-mère. "I should be fighting at the parent-teacher association and cheering at Law's games. I could farm. Learn to bake and earn the favor of all the old biddies in town."

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Bell-mere hummed softly as she watched Rosinante clean the oven. Usually she would've had one of the girls cleaning it so they could earn their spending money, but they were both running around being kids. As they spoke she offered up any advice or thoughts she had to his problems.

"Good boy" she teased when he finished with a particularly stubborn spot. His response got a barking laugh out of her and she reached out with her foot to nudge his hip. Him whacking himself in the head got her laughing even harder as she slid herself out of her seat. "Still a klutz ain't ya?"

Leaning over him she moved his hand to check the new goose egg he gave himself. "Hm, well ya ain't bleeding. Let me get something for it." She grabbed a clean cloth and soaked it in some cold water before pressing it to his forehead.

[weatherw1tch]

@foremyth, kuzan.

Rosinante is miserable. He's never considered himself the type to make others miserable to suffer alongside him, but it can't be helped. His nerves are fraught wondering if Law got away and to somewhere safe. Whether he's found someone to look after his sullen ass and made friends. More importantly, whether he's cured himself. Rosinante has no doubt he can.

But it's the hypothetical of Law thinking he abandoned him that shatters what's left of Rosinante's wounded heart. Once he awoke from his anesthetic-induced stupor, Sengoku made it very clear that he could argue his place after recovering from the six bullet wounds he thought, for sure, were going to take his life. It took one instance of trying to sit up and feeling the world rushing to meet him that he agreed.

Rosinante stares at the figure at the end of his bed, posture far too casual, as if he was tasked to babysit back-from-the-brink Marines every day. His brow raises, not unkindly. "Did you pull the short straw or are you just lucky?"

[villiansneedhugs]

Pspsps hey one piece fandom

Would you like yet another Donquixote family fix it? I got you covered!! May I offer you a little time traveling Luffy in these trying times? Here ya go! Are you not immune to a timeline in which Doflamingo is less fucked up? Yeah, neither am I! Are you, like me, one of the like, five fucking Vergo/Doffy shippers on this whole webbed site? Come get ya'll's juice!

[tinta--branca--art]

Clanging pots and pans together @gendervapor14 your mind is huge for the corabelle+oc combo so here they are !!

[detnuah]

haha… hi haha funny how this is the first time this has ever happened my house has never been on fire before

[incorrection-quotation]

Corazon: I'm going to McDonald's, what do you want?

Law: Death

[jesterboystrick]

Scum - Trebol/Rosinante, explicit, 4,190 words

Summary:

Trebol takes advantage "tests the loyalty" of the new Corazon.

Part of my randomly generated pairings series. Characters can be submitted to the list here to be used in the future!

[shiigures-a]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

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@onlyheartaches said: 👫Rosi!

Since Law and Tashigi shares the same birthday, Rosi gathers both of them up and throws them a party and tells them to smile, even though both swordpeople don't want anything to do with each other. They put up with it for Rosi because they like him as a person.

They talk shit about Vergo a lot. Tashigi holds back from saying anything about Doffy unless Rosi says it's okay to do so. Then nothing is off-limits. Tashigi doesn't like his brother one bit.

Tashigi tells Rosi about the time when she beat up Shuu, a Enies Lobby Marine, for destroying a meito sword, even though the owner of said sword was a pirate ( Zoro ). She doesn't talk about this to just anyone so Tashigi trusts Rosi to keep it a secret even though it's on her record.

If Rosi likes coffee, Tashigi will share some of her stash of Irish coffee. If not, she gives him just plain whiskey because that's part of the drink's ingredients. Also, there might be something else offered if Rosi doesn't like either of those options.