#mihawk aesthetic

[jamjjamm]

dracule mihawk

[betaminshitto]

Cringe gang

[opbackgrounds]

I do think it's kind of cute that Perona's ideal vacation spot is basically Thriller Bark, and funny that Kuma heard her say this and immediately decided to dump her on Mihawk

[reineydraws]

watched dead boy detectives and spent so much of it picturing young mihawk in charles's outfit so i made it happen and threw in an edwin!shanks bc ofc i did :')

if u like teen supernatural shows and ghosts and stuff, or worlds created by neil gaiman, i encourage u to check out the show! it's in the same 'verse as the sandman.

[blackholesun321]

Guys while hallucinating on my new meds, I came to the realization that Mihawk was out on the open seas as swordsman since he was a teenager maybe even younger…. Did he ever finish a normal education?

Scratch that did he even have a normal education? Does he know math? Can my guy tell me the quadratic formula? Like I think we all forget as individuals how much school taught us yes the school system is broken blah blah but guys we understand germ theory and how birds fly and chemistry and biology that people just 60 years ago wouldn’t have known and would have killed to know, like I’m sure he can write and I’m pretty sure he can read but does he know how the moon pulls the tide? Did he know the earth wasn’t flat until he saw a globe for the first time?

Have we as individuals been bamboozled by the stoic gothic refinement of luxury that Mihawk projects we completely overlooked they fact the guy probably doesn’t know salt is a rock? Like wanna bet he saw how cool the over the top refined gay goth was and just like tailored that too his vibe but he’s never actually read a classic in his life?

What I’m trying to get at is Shanks who grew up around some of the smartest people in the world who spoke multiple languages, one was a doctor and you know Rayliegh who definitely doubled as a quartermaster might have a higher education then Mihawk.

Like I think it would be funny if Shanks was the guy who read books on Philosophy and artistic historical movements throughout the world (cough to impress Mihawk cough) and Mihawk doesn’t know how fish breathe underwater and has never read anything higher the a YA novel. (Which are awesome books but talk about reading a book by its cover! Lol… I’ll see myself out.)

[fakescorpion]

The two most gorgeous individuals present during the execution scene must fuck, the universe demands this.

Mihawk x Crocodile

[probablyaparadox]

Shanks’ crew is really out here taking out every punk aesthetic pirate they see what did the punks ever do to you dress better than you???

[1pcii]

S-Hawk in the astro boy 2003 school fit 😮!!

(no reposts please but reblogs are greatly appreciated!)

[maligned-kitty]

I want to put Buggy in a box and shake him around

[bunnyskullscribbles]

sand daddy, clown wife, and wine uncle are pretty great.

[gellavonhamster]

Oh, lighten up, you somber old son of a gun. Drink with us. I suppose a drink wouldn't hurt.

red-haired shanks & dracule mihawk, one piece.

[yoonavii]

Whispers of redemption

Mihawk x Reader

Amidst the ancient and somber halls of Shikkearu Castle, you find yourself standing before a large, ornate mirror that seems to hold the secrets of centuries past. Clad in an elegant yet mysterious attire, you pour yourself another glass of wine, the rich liquid shimmering like crimson firelight. As the wine's warmth spreads through you, the shadows seem to whisper their secrets, encouraging you to let down your guard. Your eyes flicker with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia as you gaze into the mirror. Memories of your past with Mihawk claw at your heart, memories you've kept hidden even from yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, the heavy entrance doors creak open, and the imposing figure of Dracule Mihawk enters the castle. His dark cloak billows behind him as he surveys the scene before him. The sight of you, a former partner and lover, standing in his castle is both unexpected and unsettling. Without a word, Mihawk moves towards you, his presence felt like a storm gathering on the horizon. You turn to face him, your eyes flashing with defiance as you clutch the glass of wine, an anchor in the tumultuous sea of emotions you're feeling.

Mihawk reaches out and gently takes the glass from your hand, his eyes piercing into yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You have no business here," he states, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid words. Your lips curve into a sardonic smile. "You don't get to decide that," you retort, your voice laced with bitterness. Mihawk's gaze doesn't waver as he looks at you, a mixture of exasperation and concern flickering in his eyes. "You're drunk," he states matter-of-factly. Your laughter rings out, hollow and bitter. "What's it to you, Mihawk? My drunkenness doesn't concern you."

As Mihawk's stern expression softens, he reaches out to touch your cheek gently. "It does concern me," he murmurs, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You were never one to drown your sorrows." Your gaze meets his, your defenses crumbling like a fragile dam. "You wouldn't understand, would you?" you whisper, your voice laced with a vulnerability that's rare for you. Mihawk's fingers linger on your cheek, his thumb brushing away an invisible tear. "Try me." A conflicted storm rages in your eyes as you finally admit what you've long kept hidden. "I loved you, Mihawk. I still do. But you... you were always so cold, so distant. And I couldn't bear it anymore. So, I left."

Mihawk's grip on the glass tightens slightly, his own emotions hidden behind a mask of controlled composure. "You never gave me the chance to explain." Your gaze drops to the floor, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was too hurt to hear your reasons." Silence envelops you both, a heavy curtain that seems to hold the weight of your shared history. Then, Mihawk's hand gently tilts your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound determination. "Y/n," he says softly, using your name, "I won't pretend that the past can be erased. But I'm not as unfeeling as you think. There's more to me than what you saw."

Your breath catches as you look into his eyes, seeing a vulnerability you hadn't expected. Slowly, hesitantly, you reach out to touch his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. "I never stopped loving you," you admit, your voice trembling. "And I regret not giving us a chance." Mihawk's grip on your hand tightens, his gaze unwavering. "Then let's not dwell on the past. Let's see if there's a future for us." As the moonlight casts a gentle glow upon you both, you feel a glimmer of hope amid the ruins of your shared history. In that moment, the echoes of your love, once hidden, are finally spoken into existence, setting you on a path towards healing and reconciliation.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[emotionalmeatbag-art]

Early Halloween for you!

[madworldmarty]

Adore that we’re getting to see more Mihawk in the anime and manga

[creamecafe]

A Goth! Reader HC of One Piece Characters is coming soon!

Stay tuned!

[wordy-little-witch]

I feel like I’m getting annoying with all these agere asks but I’m in a weird headspace rn and so my favs now have to regress and be happy so I can sleep better and maybe someone else gets a kick outta it I dunno? Anyways

I still love the idea that Buggy’s regression is mostly unrelated to wanting to wear certain clothes or long for certain toys or even a specific kind of food or such, I like to think it’s very „No. aesthetic“ type of regression, where you probably couldn’t tell at first glance and it’s not as easy as just giving him kiddie stuff and he’ll be happy. (Not to knock on anyone who does like the aesthetics and kiddie stuff just to be clear.) so he actually doesn’t have a bunch of toys and plushies and such and doesn’t really ask for them either.

…. THAT BEING SAID

Buggy should most definitely have an absolutely gigantic plush Fruitwani. Massive thing. It’s almost as big as Crocodile himself and that’s not counting the tail. A complete impulse purchase by Crocodile as well, being separated from his husbands for a while, having to delay reuniting them for another two days because of unforeseen circumstances and some unfortunate encounters with some Marines. Talking on the Denden to both of them and learning Buggy has had some bad regression days behind him. He doesn’t even let himself slip fully, there’s still a part of him that knows why Crocodile isn’t back with them, so he tries to stay in a big headspace when talking to him, but inwardly Buggy just wants to cry badly and curl up into Mihawks arms all day because Croccy isn’t home and he doesn’t LIKE it when people aren’t with him for too long because they may never come back. It’s a mess. Crocodiles suffering, Mihawk is suffering and Buggy is absolutely miserable.

So when Crocodile spots the giant plush toy sitting in a store window, surrounded by smaller plushtoys, his mind is immediately made up. Yes that one. Just for decoration? Not for sale? Well it is now. No. No that can be arranged. No the price doesn’t matter, he will leave this island with this absolute beast of a plush toy no matter how many Beri he has to spend or who he’ll have to harm if that what it takes. He WILL have that toy.

Buggy still clings to Crocodile more than usual when he gets back, no plush could ever replace the connection he was craving…. But after he has settled down a bit more the plush actually becomes on of his favorite toys. Not even just when he’s regressed, he just loves this thing. Has spooked several people wanting to talk business with Crossguild coming into the room finding chairman Buggy lounging on, what appears to be, a full sized Fruitwani , it just looks that convincing at first glance. For Buggy it’s not only cool and flashy, it’s a very, literally, big reminder that Crocodile cares about him in his own way, even when on some days the most he’ll get from him is a good morning kiss and the rest of the day is filled with snark towards him until he bids him and Mihawk goodnight again. It just means a lot to him to know he’s loved even when he’s being vulnerable or difficult.

Also yes, Crocodile also loves this thing and Mihawk has been on the suffering end of him and Buggy spooning the damn thing at night while he goes woefully unembraced on his side of the bed „ah yes, just me, my fiances, and the eight foot tall Applewani plush one of them threatened a shop owner over.“

Olay lemme preface this with some things

1) you're not annoying at all, and if anyone says you are, I'll eat their knees

2) I get it - honestly posting content for Buggy specifically for age regression was nerve wracking bc like. Idek really. But giving things I experience to characters I love is so cathartic, and I've spent more than a few nights just.... daydreaming about stuff like that just to be happy and comfy and cozy. No judgement on this blog, of that I promise you ♡♡♡

3) agere is valid every and any way, aesthetic or not, visible or not, it's doesn't matter, only the ways people feel. If you're safe, happy, and not harming anyone, you're doing so perfect and I love you and am proud of you

Now with my soap box stuff done, HOLY HECK YES YES PLZ I LOVE THIS I ADORE I NEED IT, GODS YOUR MIND!!!!! (/pos)

Buggy isn't a typical person, head to toe, inside out, he's Flashy but also incredibly subtle. His regression isn't some cookie cutter type of deal, he's wild and slightly feral in some ways, he's unusual and perfect and precious. His idea of a good time is knife games, climbing (everything is sight, nothing is sacred), explosions, and playing poker. He has a special rope that's just for him to tie and play with ((and occasionally chew on, though Mihawk has a mild heart attack every time he sees it while Crocodile cringes into the next plane of existence in disgust)).

At a glance, not much changes, but Mihawk can feel the change in Haki, and Crocodile can see the microscopic things there when Buggy shifts. He holds things differently, stims more visibly, just seems bouncier and even more animated yet somehow much more calm. The best explanation comes from Buggy himself in describing the shifting between his headspaces. "Some things turn off and others pop on open."

The worst thing to Buggy in general is a perception of loss or abandonment. Logically, he knows it isn't the case, and he can cling to that mostly, but experience has taught him that distance does NOT, in fact, make hearts grow fonder - at least, not for him. The one and only time he felt it may have applied - and this is a very tentative maybe - was when he reunited with his crew, made into Alvida's image and her decisions. There was no war over crew nor ship, just an allowance to slip back in as if he'd never quite left. The only changes or acknowledgement was Alvida's slightly awkward, brusque, yet lingering touch to his arm when she gave it a squeeze and remarked that "handling these hoodlums solo is not my idea if a good time." He was needed, and that did wonders for his security but not so much for the mental health.

Crocodile and Mihawk don't need him - he's the face man, sure, and he's got a talent for manipulation, speeches, rallying men. But at the end of the day, they outshine him despite their proclivities for the shadows. It's a juxtaposition. It's safe. It's wonderful, and Buggy still struggles to trust in the reliability there.

Logically, he knows- Croc is out, managing something for work, he's coming back, he will be back, he's not alone or abandoned or suddenly useless and worthless.

But he still feels it all.

And falling into his headspace to decompress is always harder when he's upset or scared, it only really works when he boils over, and the meltdown that would lead to is counterproductive. So he's waffling between the two, assured only by the calls, by Mihawk, and the few other places he can get some semblance normalcy and security.

When Crocodile does come home, a comically large plush toy over his shoulder, Buggy's already practically vibrating and is completely beyond the point of words in a positive way. He just squeals, lunges and the cushion of sand catching his weight is warm and safe and cozy and he clings, a clown themed koala, right there without shame.

The plush doesn't come up until later.

When someone inevitably asks - and, interestingly enough, it is Mihawk who does - Croc is honest. "Thought the clown would like it for longer trios like this."

The toy is big, yes, and also decently heavy, moreso than even it's size may seem. It's partially weighted in the tummy, legs and jaw, a display piece more than a toy for playing with, and Buggy is absolutely obsessed. It's Croco-sized, and it's a 'wani, and it's soft and cute and heavy. He loves it.

His first order of business is immediately dropping down to scramble under it and just... going limp. He wriggles a little, humming softly before falling still, cheek squished into his forearms, hair a mess but he's smiling, he's relaxed, he's comfy and happy and safe and with his boyfriends' Haki on the edges if his muffled, fuzzy awareness, he truly unwinds for the first time in over a week.

Crocodile carefully tugs his hair from under the toy with his hook, and Mihawk hands him a little fidget toy or a rope.

The toy is named later on, as demanded by a tiny jester with a frankly lethal set of baby doll eyes and quivering lip. Really, he could topple nations with that face, the other two swear.

Mihawk simply has to make peace with Addie the Applewani Cuddle Buddy having a semi permanent spot in the bed.