#oddmawd fanfic

[oddmawd]

confession:

i'm cheating on Gilded

i know, i know, bad author! but i came up with an idea for another Doffy story, this one a Doffy/reader piece, that'll be about 5 chapters long...

...well, five chapters plus an optional smutty chapter you don't need to read if you just want a dark romance, because the plot will be totally intact without the smut, which i am structuring this way on purpose because i know there are some of you who prefer the no smut approach

.......but also don't pretend like most of you degenerates don't want to read more doffy smut LMAOOOO

i'm going to write the whole thing before posting it, so just know that's cooking off-screen at the moment (and don't worry, still working on Gilded, that will NOT be abandoned)

anyway i made a moodboard for it because i couldn't help myself, here it is, super excited about thisssssssss

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[oddmawd]

The HΩuse on Rumbar Boulevard Chapter 3: "The Promise" (Eldritch-Horror!Brook/Reader)

SUMMARY: The house on Rumbar Boulevard stands empty. None have dared cross its threshold in years. But rumors persist that on dark and lonely nights, faces appear in the windows, and ghostly laughter echoes down the hall. The new Mistress of the house has not heard the rumors. She does not know what lurks beneath the peeling paint and cracked foundation of her dubious inheritance. All she sees is a Victorian mansion in disrepair and investors circling like vultures. But she recognizes an opportunity when she finds one, and she’s certain she can flip the house and sell it with little trouble — mutterings of hauntings and things that go bump in the night bedamned. Alas, the bones of the house are stirring, and the creature within the walls won’t let its long-awaited Mistress leave so easily. [Eldritch Horror!Brook | An OCCULT PIECE Story | Urban Fantasy AU]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

PAIRINGS: Brook/OC (also can be read as Brook/reader)

RATING:  Currently T, but will be E(xplicit) later (MDNI, 18+)

WORD COUNT: 14k for chapter 3

GENRE: Horror-Flavored Supernatural Romance

FANDOM: One Piece

TAGS: Monster Romance, Human/Monster Romance, Lovecraftian Monster(s), Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Eldritch, Haunted Houses, Alternate Universe, Explicit Consent, there will be tentacles but they're consentacles, Consentacles, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Teaching a monster to love, Monster Boyfriend

WARNINGS: None so far

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CHAPTER 3: THE PROMISE - Excerpt

Fighting back a yawn but with eyes undimmed by sleep, Nico Olvia said to the Heir: “You know, when I said you could call me anytime, a screaming phone call at 3 AM wasn’t exactly what I envisioned.”

The Heir stood with Olvia before the front gates of the house on Rumbar Boulevard. She had sprinted straight out of these gates as soon as the thing — the Entity, she recalled from the journal in the basement — screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She had only paused long enough to grab her cell phone on her rushed way out. Reception had returned to the phone the second after she unlocked the gates with shaking hands and stepped onto the sidewalk beyond. Suspicious timing if you asked her, but that had merely been a passing thought as she dialed the number for the only person in town she knew by name. Olvia picked up after a few rings. The Heir couldn’t quite remember what she’d said to Olvia while she stood there on the sidewalk in her long nightgown, to tell the truth. Just something about the rumors being real, and not knowing what to do, and Oh, come quick, there’s a monster under my goddamn bed!

Olvia hadn’t balked at that fantastic declaration. She’d simply put on her coat and driven to 442 Rumbar Boulevard in a beat-up pickup truck, haphazardly parking by the gates where the Heir to the house waited on bare feet. Said Heir babbled a slightly more thorough (though no less panicked) explanation then, and now Olvia stared up at the house through narrowed eyes. She was still in her pajamas, too, though hers constituted a slightly less dowdy ensemble of sweatpants and a t-shirt from Grandline’s own Ohara University. The Heir felt a bit silly in her long nightgown, but that was neither here nor there.

Olvia cleared her throat, hawkish eyes still locked on the house. “So the thing — ”

“The Entity.”

“The Entity. Right.” Olvia’s brow furrowed. “It led you to a secret unmarked basement, you bled on a skull, and then it followed you to your room?”

“And then it screamed,” the Heir emphatically informed her. “It screamed really, really loud.”

“Right. Got it. And then it...?”

“Hid under my bed, I think.” The Heir curled her toes against the sidewalk, rough concrete catching under a nail. “I didn’t stick around to see more.”

“Right.” Olvia considered her in silence. With some hesitation she asked: “So you were asleep right before this happened?”

The Heir met the inquiry with a glare. “I wasn’t dreaming.”

The possibility that her encounter with the Entity had all been the product of some horrible nightmare had occurred to her, yes, but the Heir had pinched herself too many times for that to be the case. Her arms would be black and blue before morning. Although she hadn’t had the courage to look under her bed and confirm what lingered beneath before taking her wild flight out of the house, she knew she wasn’t dreaming. She knew it. And perhaps Olvia saw the determination on her face, because she held up her hands and backed away a pace.

“OK, OK, you weren’t dreaming,” she said, words hasty but sincere. “Had to cover our bases since you’re — ” She looked the Heir over with a frown. “Where in the world did you get that nightgown, anyway?”

It was made of light cotton trimmed in sensible lace, with long sleeves and a hem practically to her ankles. With a scowl she told Olvia: “It’s comfortable.”

“I believe you,” Olvia said at once. “It looks…breezy.”

And with that they changed the subject, much to the Heir’s relief. Olvia looked back up at the house with a grimace. Snowy white hair drifted about her shoulders when the wind whistled past — a sound like distant singing, words just out of auditory reach. The archaeologist shifted where she stood, transferring her car keys from one hand to the other before shoving them into her pocket and out of sight.

“Well,” she said. “What now?”

“I thought — ” The Heir stammered a little. “I thought you’d — ?”

Understanding sparked behind Olvia’s eyes. “Shit. I forgot you’re new to Grandline. And you’re new to stuff like this — ” she gestured at the house “ — too.”

“And you’re not?”

“I live in Grandline,” said Olvia, as if that explained everything. “Weird things happen all the time.”

“But — ” The Heir gaped at her. “But you said you didn’t believe the rumors.”

“No,” said Olvia sharply. “I said I wouldn’t be scared off by the rumors. I never said there wasn’t any truth in them.”

She had only known Olvia a short while and the feeling of cold betrayal building in the Heir’s chest was probably silly under the circumstances. Nevertheless, she said: “You — why didn’t you warn me?”

“Would you have believed me if I tried?”

She opened her mouth to answer, to tell Olvia that yes, of course she would’ve believed her — but she shut her mouth again without saying a word, rendered silent by Olvia’s frank gaze. They both knew the answer was “no.” They both knew there were just some things you had to see for yourself. Suddenly the Heir remembered the stammering tradesmen who refused to work on her house. The ways their tunes had changed as soon as she uttered her address. The way even the offer of money could not tempt their service. They had all been local crews.

She got the feeling Grandline was full of things only locals knew to fear. 

“Anyway,” Olvia was saying. “I might be from here, but that doesn’t mean I know what to do in this situation.”

“Fuck.” She ran a hand over her face, skin clammy and cold. “I’m sorry. For calling, I mean. You’re just the only person I know in town, and I panicked, and god, it’s so late, I must look so stupid, I must look crazy — ”

“Hey.”

Olvia put a hand on her arm. The Heir froze, glancing between that hand and Olvia’s pretty bronze face in turns. In the light of the stars and the streetlamp, her blue eyes glowed and her white hair shined, points of ghostly pale amid the soothing shadows of the night.

“I believe you, OK?” said Olvia. “Or I believe you believe you saw something, at least. And there’s really only one thing to do in situations like this.”

“What is it?”

“Research.” She nodded toward the house. “And I think we have to start in there.”

A daunting prospect, going back inside. Luckily she’d managed to babble to Olvia that her lantern had died and Olvia had arrived with multiple flashlights and a gas lantern tucked into the cab of her pickup truck. The Heir did not want to venture back inside — truly, the idea of creeping back into that darkness chilled her blood — but with Olvia beside her, she felt a rush of warm courage. They drove through the gate, bumping over the pockmarked and grass-marred gravel path until they stopped at the foot of the front steps. She looked at the great, dark silhouette of the house with a pit in her stomach, glancing at Olvia for support and comfort — 

Olvia, eyes locked on the mansion through the grimy windshield, was grinning. “442 Rumbar, in the flesh.” A dry chuckle escaped. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Was it the Heir’s imagination, or did Olvia look excited?

Suddenly she wasn’t sure she’d called the right person for backup, after all.

But it was too late to find another friend at that late hour. Together they exited the truck and walked through the front doors, huddled together to press into the miasma of utter silence lying just beyond. They crept down the halls with only the flashlights to guide their way, beams of silver light cutting through the dark in thin, inconsistent swathes. She flinched at every moving shadow, eyes roving, but Olvia strode forward with confidence, listening to the Heir whisper directions to the library. At the mention of said library, Olvia’s steps quickened, carrying them faster and faster down the halls and through the huge double doors on the library’s lowest level.

The Heir hung back, hovering in the doorway to watch Olvia venture forth. The stacks of books, climbing so high along the walls you needed fancy library ladders to reach the upper shelves, appeared dull grey and deep black in the moonlight trickling through the skylight overhead. But the dim didn’t deter Olvia in the slightest. She strode to the middle of the huge chamber and spun in place, mouth agape, staring at the books in awe.

“Wow,” she breathed. Then, stronger: “Wow!”

The Heir pointed to the right. “The door to the basement is over there.”

“Right.” Olvia shot another glance at the shelves. “I’ll be back soon, books.”

Olvia didn’t look happy to be denied immediate access to the library, but she nevertheless peeled her eyes from the towering rows and followed the Heir to the study door…only it had shut itself up again, locked tight as it had been before the night took a turn for the weird. No knob on the front, no crack between frame and panel — only the omega symbol above the door staring down at them in silence like some watchful, hollow eye, unblinking even as their flashlights raked across its empty pupil. She grabbed at the edges of the door but the cracks weren’t large enough to admit even a single finger, and she couldn’t pry it open. Olvia stood back and watched her struggle in silence, eyes tracing a pattern of inquisition across the library.

“It was open before,” said the Heir, voice high and reedy in the dark. “It was wide open!”

“I believe you.” But was that sincerity or merely placation on Olvia’s face? “You said it hid under your bed?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s check there, then.”

And thus they trekked up the creaking metal stairs. The Heir’s heart climbed higher in her throat with every step, but Olvia faced the darkness without flinching. Dust motes swirled through the shine of the flashlights, but no ghostly figures appeared even after Olvia practically kicked down the bedroom door and stomped within. Emboldened by Olvia’s bravery, the Heir joined her at the side of the bed, where they knelt beside each other and gripped the edge of the trailing bedsheet. For a moment they just looked at one another. Then Olvia mouthed a countdown. Three, two, one…and they wrenched back the sheet, spearing the darkness beneath the bed with both their gazes and the hard beams of the flashlights.

But nothing greeted the pair besides bare and dusty floorboards.

“It was here,” she heard herself saying — desperately, hoping Olvia did not think her a liar. “It was here, I swear.”

“I believe you.” Olvia stood and brushed off her jeans. “But whatever it was, it’s gone now.”

As uncanny as the creature’s first appearance had felt, its sudden disappearance felt somehow even more impossible. Still, the fact remained that the creature — whatever it was — had apparently vanished back into the walls of the house, or the mysterious shut-up basement, or wherever the hell it had come from in the first place. She felt more than a little silly as she escorted Olvia back to her truck. Olvia stifled a yawn as she climbed into the cab of the battered vehicle.

“Call me if you see anything else.” Olvia pinched the bridge of her sharp nose and sighed. “I’ll come right over.”

“Thanks. I’m…” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. About all of this.”

“Don’t be.” Olvia smirked and glanced at the house. “I’m just happy to know there are some books left in that library.”

“Right. The books.” She’d forgotten. “Do you want — ?”

“I do want. But not tonight. It’s way too late and I need to rethink my plan — ” Olvia stopped, looking at the Heir askance. “I mean, I didn’t think there would be so many books, so I need to come up with a way to catalog…”

She yawned. Olvia did, too, contagion encouraged by the late hour, the aftermath of adrenaline. and the wheel of the stars overhead.

“Too tired to do any effective research at the moment, as you can see,” she said once they recovered from the yawning epidemic. “But I’d love to come back during daylight. I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” The Heir did not remind her that her cell phone never seemed to work inside the house. “Sounds good.”

She rode with Olvia to the front gates so she could shut them behind the truck. Olvia drove away with the smell of exhaust trailing behind her, scent sharp and rough in the cool night air. Still feeling foolish, the Heir returned to the house, clutching her flashlight (a loaner from Olvia, who said to keep it for the night) like a sword. She did not particularly want to take the long walk from the front door to her bedroom on the uppermost floor…but she did not particularly relish the idea of spending the night on the front porch, either. Shrugging aside the fear festering in her heart, she opened the enormous front doors and slid through the narrow gap between them. Silence pressed tight from all directions. Cloying. Thick. She’d have to keep her eyes forward, not look into the shadows at the edges of the hall. Not pay anything that crept or crawled within them any mind. One foot in front of the other, until she reached the grand staircase and ascended the first few steps — 

A thunderous crash of music rent the quiet.

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[oddmawd]

it's another "mawd's fucking around with polls" moment

i hope to god it's someone i already have an idea for....

.....but i have ideas for all but 3 of these dudes so chances are good unless you guys spam the "OTHER" option LMAOOOOO

[oddmawd]

self indulgent poll time, which one of my OCs would win in a late night fistfight in a Denny's parking lot?

there is absolutely a correct answer

[oddmawd]

AAH I've been meaning to send this sooner but sometimes my brain stops working 😩this is in regards to the 'details about your oc' post: For Yamato: 🎶🐉

For Saffron: 💔🧐 please and thank you😇

OMG I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD SUBMIT SOMETHING FOR THE DETAILS ABOUT OCs ASK MEME AND THIS ABSOLUTELY MADE MY DAY OMG THANK YOUUUUU!!!!

i will begin proper grammar and punctuation now for legibility, ty ily <3

Yamato Rei

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Shocking precisely no one, Rei loves a good club banger. She loves music with a beat to which she can shake her goddamn ass (because she has a nice one, and she likes showing it off). Music is her preferred gym partner and running buddy, so anything to which she can time her workouts is a favorite of hers. But as one would expect of this former ballroom dancing champion who used to roll with a burlesque crew, Rei is NOT a one trick pony when it comes to music. Her preferences are incredibly wide ranging thanks to exposure to basically any style of music you care to name. Rock, pop, R&B, folk, jazz, Latin beats, rap, synth, techno, classical music, she can find something to love in any style, and she's probably danced to something from every single one of those genres over the years. Her Spotify is a MESS and no algorithm can pin down her eclectic taste.

�� DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

Rei has a soft spot for the classic mermaid with a lovely singing voice (and stylish shell bikini; Rei loves a good accessory). She likes that they're close cousins and/or a pretty version of the siren, both dangerous and beautiful. Singing cool tunes and luring men to their deaths in a clamshell bra? Sign her up!

Isabella Saffron

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Oh, my poor baby Saffron... Saffron is a fearful creature. Fearful of the past repeating, fearful of the unknown, fearful of being seen. Fearful of pain. Fearful of hunger. Fearful of suffering. Her fraught history informs these fears. They stem from legitimate sources, but she would do well to take more chances and risks and step out of her comfort zone. Someone may take advantage of that fear someday. Saffron is incredibly selfish. This doesn't manifest in the most commonly identifiable ways, however, so people don't realize it at a glance. But because of her fearful nature, she puts her own self-preservation first. She is kind, yes, but her kindness will play second fiddle if she herself comes under threat. We will see more of this from her in time. Last but not least, Saffron is greedy. Her greed is informed by her fear and her selfishness, and at times her fear tampers her greed, making her hesitant to reach out a hand and take...but underneath it all, and as Doflamingo called out early into their relationship, Saffron is an avaricious woman with a voracious appetite. Once again, these appetites are informed by her hungry, destitute past. If she can take a second helping, keen on staving off hunger despite being full right now, she will. And this will get her intro trouble soon enough. Her greed is a response to trauma, but that doesn't make it right.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

Saffron will swear logic rules her. She is an engineer. An inventor. A tradesman with a meticulous record log and keen organizational skills. Her work requires a logical mind and rigorous attention to detail. But Saffron in this claim, would be lying both to you, and to herself. And her inability to realize this is all the proof you need to know emotion drives her every move.

[oddmawd]

Hey Mawd, is it okay to ask about "The Wife" from The Hunt in these OC asks or not? Just curious! Nway, sending 🎂,💯 and ☕️ for Rei!

hmmmm, The Wife...that should be fine! i left her somewhat abstract for the reader-insert lovers but she has a distinct personality i could use for this DETAILS ABOUT OCs ASK MEME...(also i did base her closely on Rei LMAO so i can kind of default to Rei's characterization for the ask game too!)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE ANSWERING THESE AND YOU MADE MY ENTIRE FUCKIN WEEK, ILY TY!!!!!!

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

You put me through my paces with this one because I hadn't actually done any birth chart stuff for Rei, and I'm not very good at astrology stuff! I'm basically just picking stuff that fits the personality I gave her. Her birthday is April Fools Day! This makes her an Aries, and I like to think she was born only a few minutes after midnight, putting her on the cusp of being a March and April Aries. As for her signs... She is an Aries Sun, Virgo Moon, Scorpio Rising. This gives her Aries' ambition and drive but Virgo's desire for order while pursuing her goals, and Scorpio's strong intuition and ability to read emotions. Does she fit these signs? Sometimes, but her past has cooled some of Aries' famous temper, and her Sun and Rising signs further quell some of the impulsivity Aries are known for. She looks before she leaps, unlike the typical Aries, and she's not a selfish person as some people believe of Scorpio. She IS, however, very much a Virgo in how critical she is of herself (especially her appearance). I don't know enough about Tarot or numerology to answer the other questions, but I hope the above is enough. <3

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Fun Fact #1: Rei's favorite emoji, coincidentally, is the 💯 emoji. Followed closely by the ✨ emoji. You'd THINK it would be the winking emoji, but nope. She saves winks for in-person shenanigans. Fun Fact #2: She owns no fewer than 50 wigs. Yes, that's a lot of wigs, but not all of them are top-grade, human hair, hand-tied, or even natural-looking wigs. In fact, the majority of them aren't. Human-hair, hand-tied wigs are extremely expensive, and she only owns a handful (collected over the course of many years) for special occasions. She breaks down her wig collection into four distinct categories: The Queens (her best wigs), the Classy Ladies (high-end synthetic wigs), the Party Girls (mid-tier synthetic wigs), and the Hot Mess Ma'ams (the cheapo costume wigs she happily beats to hell and back). Every category has its time and place. The purple wig she wore to the club in The Sight Unseen was a Hot Mess Ma'am she got on Amazon for like $15. (Bonus Wig Fact: She prefers NOT to glue down her wigs, though she used to do so for ballroom competitions and burlesque routines. Her skin is sensitive and easily irritated, and she enjoys changing up her look on an almost daily basis.) Fun Fact #3: Rei loves reading, and she loves reading nonfiction especially. She volunteers are her local library to read books to kids. She typically dresses up in a costume or fancy outfit that fits the theme of the day's book. Rei is QUITE GOOD at acting out children's literature, and kids love her because she's willing to meet them on their level and never talks down to them. She's very good with kids in general. (That may have been more than one fun fact for this last entry...)

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Today, Rei is a double espresso kind of person. She drinks it for utility in the early mornings and to power late-night study sessions. A quick slam of caffeine is just what she needs to power through the day. BUT when she wants something she can savor and isn't in dire need of instant waking up, she goes for a London fog with a pump of lavender syrup. That's her cozy drink on Sunday mornings, curled up in bed with a good book in her favorite bathrobe. Please note that in her club-scene-visiting and dance-competition-dominating and burlesque-performing youth, however, she would down sugar-free Red Bulls by the case. Those were darks times characterized by youthful idiocy joie de vivre and complete disregard for the health of her kidneys.

I LOVED ANSWERING THESE OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH PLZ SEND MORE IF YOU WANNA!

[oddmawd]

Sending out a hello and hope you are having a beautiful time after finding your tumblr through ao3. I am currently reading chapter 10 of your Doffy Degenerate loving fic The Grasp of Gilded Strings and am having a grand time so far. Keep up such lovely work, and once I'm caught up on this fic, I'm going to move on to read your Smoker fic next! ☺️

A FELLOW DOFFY DEGENERATE, YAAAAAAAASSSSSS

i'm so happy you've been reading Gilded, thank you so much for letting me know you are enjoying it! i hope you like the smoker fic as well when you get to it (it'll be a nice palate cleanser after the doffy filth LMAO)

YOU'RE AMAZINGGGGG thank you ily <3 nice to meet a fellow doffy degenerate™ and this ask makes me feel very motivated to get back to our favorite bastard birdman...

[oddmawd]

2, 4, 5 and 74 for the fic writer ask game!

two people asked me for 2 and 4 at the same time, so i'll answer 2 here and 4 in the other ask!

2 - talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

oh gosh this hasn't happened to me in a while, most of the time i get to know my characters really well before i start writing about them and they don't surprise me very much! the whole "character makes a decision without your consent" thing is called "the illusion of independent agency" and i work pretty hard not to fall victim to it LOL

on some level, Saffron's smart mouth was a bit of a shock? i envisioned her as quietly rebellious, but she's had moments of straight up disrespect that made me laugh out loud...so that might be the best example i've got LOL

OH WAIT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING: Sumire from my All Might/OC fic! i didn't envision her playing as big of a role as she does, let alone having an off-screen pairing with Aizawa, but she really insisted upon her own narrative while i was writing Beyond the Fracture and i didn't see it coming at all! i was writing her scenes and suddenly an entire story emerged for her...maybe i'll show it to all of you in full someday, but yeah, she's been VERY busy off-screen and i didn't see that coming!

5 - have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link

YES I HAVE - please visit the link below

The Art of Queen Sacrifice has a playlist full of ambient sounds as well as "mood music" that reminds me of the fic...some of the tracks are listed within the fics as reading music, additional songs include Sleep Token's "Blood Sport," "Possession" by Sara Mclachlan, and multiple dark love song covers by Tomme Profitt...and I'm adding more when I find good songs!

74 - are you a planner, pantser, or planster?

planner! i never start writing a story until i know exactly how it's supposed to end...but i do leave some things in my outlines vague so the story can grow and breathe organically when i actually sit down to write it...those middle parts are still pretty structured, though, because the biggest scenes are already included in my outline...i just have to fine a route to reach them, but that's as far as my pantsing goes

find the fanfic writer ask game here!

[oddmawd]

i'm supposed to be working on Gilded but instead i'm working on THIS hahahha TRULY CHEATING ON DOFFY RN LMAOOOOO

confession:

i'm cheating on Gilded

i know, i know, bad author! but i came up with an idea for another Doffy story, this one a Doffy/reader piece, that'll be about 5 chapters long...

...well, five chapters plus an optional smutty chapter you don't need to read if you just want a dark romance, because the plot will be totally intact without the smut, which i am structuring this way on purpose because i know there are some of you who prefer the no smut approach

.......but also don't pretend like most of you degenerates don't want to read more doffy smut LMAOOOO

i'm going to write the whole thing before posting it, so just know that's cooking off-screen at the moment (and don't worry, still working on Gilded, that will NOT be abandoned)

anyway i made a moodboard for it because i couldn't help myself, here it is, super excited about thisssssssss

[oddmawd]

REALLY HANDY Mihawk and Shanks won this poll by a nice margin; their stories are intertwined and take place concurrently and i plan to release them at the same time so this is great news for meeeeee <3

also wtf so many mihawk fuckers!? i blame the live action, his casting was GREAT

i'm surprised (pleasantly) at Marco and MY MAIN MAN SMOKERRRRR coming in second...you know i'm a huge smoker fan but i'm actually a really big marco fan, too....i find him intimidating to write so it's encouraging to know people want to see him in the series!

crying a little over poor jinbei omg, i actually love him a lot T_T but that's ok, i'll still write a story for him someday!

thanks to everyone who participated, i'm gonna write them in the order i feel most enthusiastic about them but it's still really helpful to know what people are interested in, ty ilyyyyy <3

it's another "mawd's fucking around with polls" moment

i hope to god it's someone i already have an idea for....

.....but i have ideas for all but 3 of these dudes so chances are good unless you guys spam the "OTHER" option LMAOOOOO

[oddmawd]

friday rebloggggg

it's another "mawd's fucking around with polls" moment

i hope to god it's someone i already have an idea for....

.....but i have ideas for all but 3 of these dudes so chances are good unless you guys spam the "OTHER" option LMAOOOOO

[oddmawd]

REMINDER THIS BATTLE IS ONGOING AND NEEDS YOUR INPUT

CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING:

Noa - Wordsmith to the point of sorcery, social politics and a mean right hook

Saffron - A kintsugi Devil Fruit and a keen fight-or-flight response

Naohana - Big brains, meathead-wrangling skills out the wazoo, and negotiation training

Rei - Snappy comebacks, able to sprint in heels, killer dance moves, future sight, emotional intelligence

The Witch - LITERAL MAGIC and keen pattern recognition skills

The Heir - Pragmatism, no squeamishness whatsoever and tons of home improvement abilities

The Wife - Booby traps, survival skills, stamina, pure moxy

The Girlboss (whom I really should've called The Summoner) - RAW AMBITION AND UNMITIGATED GALL

self indulgent poll time, which one of my OCs would win in a late night fistfight in a Denny's parking lot?

there is absolutely a correct answer

[oddmawd]

it's fitting that Shanks and Mihawk are in the lead...the stories i have planned for them are intertwined and will occur contemporaneously, and the reader inserts in the fics will know each other from before the starts of their respective stories

IDK how much behind the scenes info like this you guys want me to share? but I'd love to talk about OCCULT PIECE if you have questions and I'm really really really excited to keep progressing the world building

ALSO KEEP VOTING, I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO INCLUDE LAW IN THIS LIST omfg

it's another "mawd's fucking around with polls" moment

i hope to god it's someone i already have an idea for....

.....but i have ideas for all but 3 of these dudes so chances are good unless you guys spam the "OTHER" option LMAOOOOO

[oddmawd]

FINAL REBLOG, we've got 17 hours to go lol

it's another "mawd's fucking around with polls" moment

i hope to god it's someone i already have an idea for....

.....but i have ideas for all but 3 of these dudes so chances are good unless you guys spam the "OTHER" option LMAOOOOO