#one piece giberson

[cryingpariah]

Been thinking about this meme and how funny it would be if this wasn’t just a Doflamingo thing but a widespread belief among the upper echelon of the Underworld. Like illegal weapon dealings, creating child soldiers, the whole slave trade thing? Totally normal and fair game!It’s not called the Underworld for no reason! Giving a minor alcohol though? They act like they just finished teaching Sunday School.

Like I’m just imaging them celebrating something probably horrible and some poor waiter accidentally brings Jackie a flute of champagne. She’s about to (very politely) correct the mistake, it happens often enough and she doesn’t want to be sailing around on her arrows tipsy anyway, when a half dozen loud and over exaggerated gasps cuts through the air.

“EXCUSE ME GARÇON, DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE CARDING THAT YOUNG LADY BEFORE SUPPLYING HER WITH THE DEVIL'S DRINK?”

“NEVER IN ALL MY DAYS- WHAT KIND OF ESTABLISHMENT IS THIS?”

“Oh my, I think we may need to speak to the manager.”

“YES WE DO NEED TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER! THE HIRING PROCESS IS CLEARLY ABYSMAL IF THEY HIRE PEVERTS TRYING TO TURN LITTLE GIRLS INTO ALCOHOLICS!”

“I’m sorry, HOW OLD YOU DO YOU PEOPLE THINK I AM?”

“Uhhhhhh 12 or something.?”

“I hope you choke Du Feld. I really do.”

“Yeah Du Feld get your shit together! She’s clearly 14!”

“Every second I spend with you people is worse than torture.”

“Awww love you too sourpuss! 💗”

“Sir Joker? Do be sure to never call me that again.”

“Jackie, head back to the ship and grab that article about the effects of illicit substances! CLEARLY these brutes need a reminder! Do you know what that champagne could do to her young developing mind?”

“Okay so alcohol is a legal substance, which you know, so I don’t know what article you��re talking about. Second, I was literally about to send the drink back-.”

(It doesn’t matter, once you get these folks started it’s damn near impossible to stop. Jackie makes sure to send the waiter back with the untouched drink, a sorry and a nice tip.)

[onepiecebdays]

august 14th - giberson

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[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Chapter 36

Maybe I Have Gone Mad

Pairings: Cross Guild Polycule x Shanks x Fem!Reader x ???

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 7.3k+

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Chapter Tunes: Arrow Pierce My Heart ~ The Bonnevilles | Rabbit Hole ~ Why Mona

Summary: Your first date with the first born prince leads you to a hint of hope, yet it's hard not to focus on the first man that stole your heart. The Cross Guild tries not to fall through a hole in the world while the Emperor tries to be a villain. All they can do is hope that they're not too late to chase their little rabbit.

Ch. 35 Recap: Detailed recap is directly below the cut!

Author's Note: Hi! I miss y'all so much, I hope I can come back more regularly soon. I'm okay! Thank you for all the love and interactions even when I'm in hardcore hermit mode, I adore you so much! 🥰🙏

Dark Content Warning: I haven't marked any untagged dark content for this chapter. Hopefully I didn't miss anything big for you, but I will say that Iceburg is showing up more, so be prepared for reader's conflicting feelings for her first crush/hunter.

Also, I hope everyone remembers the tag/warning: Cross Guild Boys are VILLAINS. It’s been there since day one, so 🤷‍♀️

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Reader | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | ⏰ ~ Flashbacks for listed POV | ⚫ ~ Scenes depicting Dark Content as listed in Author's Notes

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic currently contains spoilers for up to chapter 1064 or episode 1093. As we get further into Egghead Arc where our lovely boys are showing up more, there will be more spoilers as time goes on. Sorry y'all, I'm trying to keep most spoilers small details, but Cross Guild is endgame, lol.

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Mental Illness, Grief, Hospitals, Doctors, Mental Health Treatment, Toxic Family, Childhood Trauma, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Uncle Cedrick Has Become His Own Warning, Death of an Unnamed Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Chapter 35 ~ Recap:

Buggy dealt with guilt and fear over keeping your lie a secret. He watched Crocodile and Mihawk falling apart without their Numbers Girl, and decided not to tell them what you said to your sister: that you "never wanted to see those murderers, those monsters again."

Crocodile kept watching his sweet girl's worst memories while his old agents sailed closer. He saw a memory of you practicing speaking with a transponder snail in the asylum, but crumbling when your uncle called, taunting you by saying that your sister was sailing during storm season. Crocodile held onto his little clown while all of his lovers fell to pieces, and realized that he didn't care if they lied. He just wanted them back.

Mihawk fought to stay hopeful while he hunted for answers, but he kept finding reasons to be a monster while he followed the trail of underground casinos, and people that were using your pain for their pleasure and their pockets.

Shanks struggled, every move he made seeming to push you further away. He couldn't speak openly on this snail-covered island, but he wouldn't stop fighting for you.

You were trying to be numb, trying not to feel anything, but Uncle Cedrick kept tearing you down. You drank through your date with Giberson, then broke his arrow at Cedrick's command. You decided to enjoy your time as much as you could, but couldn't help thinking about the upcoming date with your first crush, Mr. Iceburg.

But that was tomorrow. Today, you were flown into a tower of roses with the first born Vinsmoke prince. Your old trauma snuck out when his brother almost hurt a surveillance snail, but now your date with Ichiji was about to begin.

You told yourself "that nothing mattered, so you might as well enjoy this."

Chapter 36 ~ Maybe I Have Gone Mad

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

“Oh my, it seems you’ve drained my pockets dry,” The Concealer chuckled, pushing the last of his chips toward Shanks’ pile. “And before our lucky lady has even emerged from her tower.”

The Emperor of the Sea gritted his teeth at the reminder of the distant image on the projector screen. Y/N had been flown into a tower of pretty thorns while the leeches around him placed bets on which of the three brothers she’d choose to keep, if her ugly dress would still be intact when they freed her from the roses, or if she’d be crying for mercy from that inhuman prince’s inhuman cock.

Y/N’s mask had shattered for just a moment, but the terror in her scream meant nothing to her guests. His wealthy companions had only praised or laughed at her for her concern for the cam-snail, most of them just lamenting that she hadn’t kept it with her in that cage of thorns.

“Mind accompanying an old man to his quarters,” Giberson interrupted his inner rage with a cheerful wink. “I need to restock my funds so I can keep filling your pockets.”

Shanks wanted to carry the old man to get out of that room before he snapped and nearly spat at the staff that stopped him from leaving the mound of chips he’d won.

“I’ll watch your winnings, chief,” Benn grinned, nudging him toward the ex-suitor that was hobbling out. “So long as you don’t mind buying me, and my new friend a drink?”

“Better be some left when I come back,” he forced a laugh, sparing just a glance toward the young woman his first mate had charmed into sitting on his lap. Benn had always been skilled at enjoying himself while he gathered information.

At least someone was having a good time here.

~~~🔴~~~

“Come on in, my boy,” Giberson welcomed, ushering Shanks into his opulent suite. “Care for a drink before you rob me of all my berry?”

“How could I refuse?”

Shanks’ body was burning with tension, his prey within his sights.

The old man set his tall hat onto the coffee table after pouring them each a glass, leaving Shanks to wait with the liquor in his hand. The great pirate was shaking.

Pull it together, shithead.

The tiny smile his thought had given him dropped in confusion when Giberson pulled out a small, horned snail from the inside of that large hat.

“Why­– “

The Emperor of the Underworld tapped a bony finger over his lips, gesturing toward the snail until its eyes turned red.

The silent humming of surveillance that had become a constant itch faded away while the red-eyed creature swayed.

“A jamming snail,” Shanks breathed, tapping glasses with the smirking, old man.

“Congratulations, my boy. I really thought it would be Katakuri or Iceburg, but I was so hoping it would be you.”

Shanks couldn’t read his intentions, so he just sipped his drink.

“The mighty Red Haired Shanks is still cautious, eh,” Giberson laughed, clapping him on the shoulder as though he had no sense of caution himself. “That’s probably how you got to be so mighty. Don’t worry, I’ll answer any questions you have, and my little friend will keep our words quiet. Although, with all the surveillance here, my pet might not be able to hold up for too long. Best get started.”

“But why,” Shanks trailed off, fighting to wake himself up and get to work. It can’t be this easy…

“That lovely heiress would never pick an old ghost like me,” Giberson chuckled. He topped them both off before leaning back, eyeing Shanks with a satisfied grin. “I came to play the game, and I knew that whichever hunter found me first would be the one most determined to win. I may not have luck with cards, but I always bet on the winning horse. You really want to win that little bunny, don’t you, Shanks?”

The snail blinked slowly, and the Emperor of the Sea remembered that he had to breathe, had to fix this.

“Tell me about the Vinsmokes— wait,” he sputtered after he swallowed his liquor too fast, the rye whiskey burning his lips while he wasted more precious time. “Why did you think it would be Katakuri or Iceburg?”

Giberson’s patronizing laughter took too fucking long, but he cut Shanks off before he could hurry him up.

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you,” the Concealer chided. Topping off their drinks was the only thing that kept violence from tearing through the room. “Just wait. I’m sure our little doe is having fun with the young buck tonight, but you should be more worried about the older competition. Especially the one that she’s admired for so long.”

“Aren’t we on borrowed time, Gibby?” Shanks’ smile seemed to chafe his own lips. “Don’t you wanna give your chosen horse a fighting chance?”

“Too right you are,” he laughed, wiggling a finger in the air to scold himself. “The older you get, the more you like to hear yourself talk, I’m afraid, but let’s get on with it. You may be an emperor, but you’re going to need all the help you can get if you want to compete with that gentle giant, and the lady’s first crush.”

Shanks needed all the help he could get.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

The handsome prince sat close enough to you to still watch your face, your breath, while trailing his hand along your back. Your heavy gown added to the building warmth in the dimly lit tower of roses he’d trapped you in.

Ichiji had eaten from the same serving plates, so you had filled your own, fighting off sleepiness while you sipped the cool champagne.

“So, it’s true that you worked at a bank, huh,” he purred. You fought to focus on his handsome face, and not the same old small talk you always hated.

“Mhm,” you nodded, nearly blowing out the pretty candle on the table, tired of its dancing light. “I know it was a unique hobby— “

“Vinsmokes aren’t useless royals, you know.” He pulled you toward his gaze with gentle fingers on your chin, pausing to stare at your parted lips before continuing. “If you enjoy being useful, I’m sure we can find responsibilities for you in our kingdom. It takes a lot of math to craft our tech.”

You couldn’t risk these feelings, couldn’t humor the slivers of hope for a decent life that you kept stumbling upon. All you could do was try to enjoy the ride and land in the softest place.

Kat wanted to see their tech… Maybe—

 “But I wouldn’t mind pampering you if that’s what you’d prefer,” Ichiji teased along your cheek.

You’d gone still too long while you hoped for a less shitty existence, but it didn’t matter.

“My princess,” he seemed to beg, kissing down your neck before pulling away. That word had always pissed you off. It wasn’t true, whether it was said with love or disdain.

He pulled his glasses off, shoving red hair from his face to stare down at you. “Just tell me what you want, gorgeous. Anything… Do you wanna stop?”

“Why pick just one,” you breathed, watching confusion move those strangely cute eyebrows of his. Blowing out the candle instead of answering his questioning sound, you let yourself enjoy everything the moment had to give. “What if I’d like to be useful and pampered?”

You were glad for the other lights in the dim tower, because the hungry flare in his eyes when you kissed the inside of his wrist was delicious. The red-haired prince was shaking, nearly panting, and his need might have been frightening if you still gave a fuck about anything besides going numb.

“Can I please pamper you, princess,” Ichiji begged, his fingers gripping into your thick skirts. A puppy struggling to obey while it waited to snatch up its treat.

That word might be growing on you.

“Yes, please—Oh, Ichiji!”

The prince shoved the table away, dishes crashing to the ground along with that luckily blown out candle. He knelt at your feet, and you almost regretted your choice as the need in his eyes seemed violent. The tightening of your body only reminded you of how fucked up you were.

“You’re gonna look so pretty on a throne,” Ichiji threatened. His hands felt too strong when they lifted your dress, yanking your panties down your legs. He tucked them into his pocket, and you smirked, about to tease the desperate prince.

You couldn’t smirk, or tease, or do anything but moan and let your eyes roll back when his fingers found you dripping. He teased over you, circling your clit before shoving one, then two fingers in, curling, taking.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” the prince panted while he made you twitch. “I didn’t think you’d be so… You fucking want this, don’t you?”

You reached for his hair, wanting to be sure you were seeing him right. The prince looked more wrecked than you were.

“Ichiji,” you whined, coming when he brought his other hand to tease your clit, coming while he moaned along with you. His body thrust toward yours from where he knelt on the floor, but he managed to keep pampering you with his fingers while his eyes rolled back.

“Mm, Ichiji, that felt so good.”

The air that had been too hot went cold as the prince pulled away. His jaw was clenched, a tension in his body that made you still, until you remembered.

“That was so fucking hot,” you purred, trailing your hands along your thighs, and his eyes couldn’t seem to resist the pull.

“Yeah, princess,” he asked as he cleared his throat, still holding himself away.

“Yes,” you bit your lip. You hoped you were reading this prince well. “I love that you came just from touching me. You really liked making me feel good?”

A hint of a snarl touched his lips.

Fuck. Don’t be mad. Don’t—

“Does my princess want more,” Ichiji growled, and your body went loose with relief and delicious want.

Your breathy, ‘yes,’ left you squealing when that hungry prince launched himself at you. His red hair disappeared beneath that stupid dress, and you cursed the bells that rang closer and closer while he left sloppy, then focused kisses and licks along your core. You felt him whine around your clit before he pulled away, and the sight of him licking his fucking lips had you beaming at him.

“We’re gonna finish this later, right, gorgeous,” he teased, pointlessly smoothing your skirts into place.

“What would a princess say?”

“My princess can say whatever she wants,” Ichiji promised, his sticky clothes covered by his raid suit again, and soon you were carried through the circle of thorns toward his waiting brothers. They flanked him again, but you didn’t hear their light bickering now.

The wind teased your flushed skin, and he let you touch the top of another tree before you were brought back down. Down to reality, where you still had to think, instead of letting a handsome prince, or the lovely wind whisk you away. Daydreams of flying free brought a soft smile to your face while they kissed your hands, until you were stuffed into another fluffy robe and dragged back to your less-pretty cage.

~~~🌲~~~

Kat was waiting, letting out a soft sigh after she barked at the servants to leave you with her. The worry returned, but your sister started humming softly while she helped you out of that ugly gown, and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Are you… happy?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she ordered, but there was something in her narrowed eyes that woke you up. “I am capable of happiness, you know.”

Snorting earned you a scowl, but you’d seen it. All you needed.

“But I won’t be happy again until you are,” Kat declared, the words stated as a fact, like she was merely reciting the time.

Her voice said it so clearly, but her eyes held just a hint. Only a sister could have seen the light there.

The hope.

“So, how was your date?”

She frowned at your reaching hand, but didn’t stop you from snagging the lovely clue from her sweater.

“How was yours,” you teased, holding it up to the light. She made so many faces so quickly that you laughed, until she snatched it from you.

A strand of pretty, pink hair.

“It wasn’t a date, it’s not like that,” Kat lied, but you let her.

Your sister had never talked to you about that before, but you had come out to her ages ago. If she wasn’t ready, then you wouldn’t push her. You’d try really hard not to push her.

“Gods, you’re still annoying,” she sighed at the grin you couldn’t wipe off your face. “There’s not a lot for sisters of the stars to do, so we’ve been hanging out. We might be sister-in-law’s soon anyway.”

“Hanging out pretty close, huh,” you smirked, flicking your eyes toward the pink hair on her lap. She wiped it away to drift toward the plush carpet.

“Reiju didn’t have a spare set, alright,” Kat explained, anger barely covering the like quirk to her lips. “I told her I wanted to hover, so she flew me around for a bit. It was— “

“Fucking awesome, right,” you laughed, reaching for her hands now.

“I told you,” Kat gave in, matching your true smile now. “Unless someone else has hover boots, the Vinsmokes are my number one choice. Unless you really like someone else, I guess.”

“Well, I have three to choose from, so they’ve got a forty two point— “

“You fucking nerd!”

This wasn’t numb.

You hadn’t felt this feeling in years, and it was more than you deserved.

This moment felt like connection, like you were being a real sister to her.

It was fucking stupid. Naïve.

You couldn’t risk feeling happy or hopeful for either of you, just fight for the least shitty option. Weigh the pros and cons.

But if you could keep Kat safe, and give her a chance to be genuinely happy, then you’d slaughter every fucking person on this island to do it.

“Go take a shower, nerd,” she ordered, breathless from tackling you. “Your hair looks fucking stupid.”

~~~🌲~~~

No fucking favorites.

Mr. Iceburg…

You had shoved him out of your mind as much as you could, but waking up to the prospect of his undivided attention this evening reminded you of how sweet and soft obsession could feel. You had always wanted him.

Nothing matters anyway. If he is a monster, I can kill him too.

After.

~~~🌲~~~

You’d never been happier to be scowled at.

Kat sat across from you at breakfast, neither of you paying attention to the drivel that Uncle Cedrick and Vinsmoke Judge kept spoon-feeding each other. The other brothers were competition, so they weren’t invited. This left you with the eldest brother purring along your neck all morning, his constant praise and promises nearly becoming background noise.

Ichiji’s affection just couldn’t compete with the sisterly delight you felt watching Kat squirm beside the beautiful Vinsmoke princess.

The grace that Reiju held herself with was dreamy, somehow weightless, even without her hover boots. She’d shrugged off her red cape, but her pink hair seemed to sway in its place each time she moved, dancing along the high collar of her white dress. It seemed mimic the frilled shirts her brothers wore but hugged her body all the way down to her thighs. You couldn’t see them below the table now, but Reiju’s lovely thighs each held a large tattoo of the number six.

Reiju flaunted those numbers that sent fear through their enemies.

Germa 66. The conquering kingdom. This stunning woman came from a family that was said to be superhuman, vicious, evil.

Your sister had hardly touched her plate, too busy watching the possibly evil princess’ every move.

Bad guys aren’t always so bad…

“So, Y/N,” Reiju hummed, her fingers playing along the side of her empty glass, “you were a pirate, weren’t you? That seems like a lot more fun than— “

“Kidnapped by pirates,” your uncle corrected, not seeming to care if she believed him while he went back to glowing at his new “friend.”

“That could still be fun,” she winked at you before turning her gorgeous, violet eyes toward your sister. “What do you think, Kat? Would you rather have a pirate or a prince?”

Your sister glanced toward Uncle Cedrick, but he was too busy laughing at his own joke.

“Are those my only options,” Kat asked. Her voice was quiet but held enough of a flirtatious lilt that you had to look away to keep from cheering her on.

“Let’s hope not,” Reiju chuckled, and you let Ichiji distract you now, giving as much space as you could.

~~~🌲~~~

Another hunt was about to begin, and the locket didn’t fit the theme. You managed to shove it into the tight, striped dress before endless hands pulled and prodded at your skin, your hair, and your fucking sanity.

Regretting the question before it left your lips, you reminded yourself that these people were just trying to survive. They weren’t leeches, just tools and toys for the rich to control so they could keep living their pampered lives.

That was hard to remember while the servants dressed you up like a lamb to slaughter, but everything went back to him. Uncle Cedrick would never let you go. You would never be free from his games.

“Why are you painting stripes...”

Fuck. That fucking asshole.

“It’s part of today’s game,” your mother cooed. You were surprised that her perfect smile hadn’t shattered the mirror.

“Today’s hunt,” your corrected, daring her to falter, to let that mask fall just a bit.

That smile of hers grew sharper and a small part of you wondered what words she had swallowed down. The rest of you was fighting not to scream and claw at the servants that were painting lines across your chest to match that red and white dress. Those stripes were curved around a center point, a lovely, red heart painted over where your real heart was pounding with rage.

Don’t show it. Don’t let it in.

Sick laughter almost escaped, but you swallowed it down to return your mother’s sharp smile.

~~~🌲~~~

Vultures gasped in delight when you stepped into the courtyard. There were always so many eyes on you, but today felt like it was about to be a rough fucking day, and the wave of their laughter almost crushed you. Your body thrummed with the desire to pierce every single one of their greedy hearts until the white on your dress was stained red.

Uncle Cedrick had made you a target and painted you to match your fate, and his twisted pleasure was met with applause.

You had never wanted to be a monster. All these years you had tried to run, tried to hide from the words you’d been branded with.

Broken.

Sick.

Damaged.

Crazy.

Psycho.

Unwell.

Uncle Cedrick dragged you to the little stage, fingers pressing into your back until you smiled.

The strength it took not to snatch the arrow from his grasp and try to end as many leeches as you could before you disappeared was physically painful.

You had really thought that you were holding it together. You thought that you were strong enough to pretend.

But today was a rough day, and just standing there in that debasing dress was almost enough to make you tear at your hair, struggling against the disgusting, abhorrent feeling of living your fucking life.

Buggy.

It was just a name, a small, painful sound in your mind, yet it shifted the weight of your soul for a moment.

Your uncle’s words were white noise while you swallowed the lump in your throat. Kat’s concerned gaze caught yours from her spot at the Vinsmoke’s table, and you couldn’t let him win. If he broke you that deep, if you gave in to that rage, then the consequences would hurt more than just those you wished to end.

A twinge of resentment touched your selfish mind, but you forced yourself to breathe it out.

Just shut it off. Disappear inside.

Pretend.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

Once again, Shanks fell in line beside his enemies. The Concealer had filled his mind with so many words, so many secrets and weaknesses, but not a single plan.

How could he plan when Cedrick Sylvad had his hands on her?

“Another hunter has failed the hunt,” Cedrick chided, and Shanks couldn’t keep his fingers from twitching when Sylvad pressed the point of an arrow to her heart.

Her lovely heart that this monster had painted a fucking bullseye on and encouraged his greedy friends to aim their weapons at.

“However, our little doe is so sweet that she wants to give each hunter one last chance,” he lied. Shanks had heard the leeches complaining while they lounged and bet on this game. Some wanted more drama, more romance, more tension.

Cedrick was giving his “friends” every twisted thing they wanted, and they adored him for it.

“One of you will still be going home, but she may change her mind on who depending on your next few words,” he teased as he stepped down from that moving platform. “Tell her why she should be yours.”

That fallen star was frozen, a perfect smile breaking his heart while she was lifted, gliding through the air until she reached the end of the line.

Vinsmokes.

All three of those cocky princes promised her a pampered life, and Shanks would have laughed at their weak attempts if he didn’t have three of them to deal with.

He held himself taut, needing to hear the next hunter’s every word, but Iceburg’s promises were hard to catch over the laughter beside him.

“Did you hear them, brother,” Cracker asked loudly, craning his neck to catch Katakuri’s gaze. “Didn’t we make their daddy cry his eyes out a month ago? How do they expect to protect our little bride when they can’t even—“

“Enough,” came that deep voice from above, but Katakuri was too late.

“Alright boys,” Cedrick scolded with a laugh while the Vinsmokes glared from behind their colored glasses. “That’s enough tension for today. My dear niece deserves a little romance before you sink your arrows into her.”

Glancing back at Y/N turned Shanks’ rage into icy fear.

Y/N’s smile looked just a little more real, and she hadn’t seemed to have heard her uncle’s words while she gazed up at the blue haired shipwright.

Iceburg kissed her hand after taking a mouse from her palm, tucking it into his pocket.

“I hope you don’t send me home before our date tonight, girlie,” Iceburg whined, “I don’t wanna leave before I show you your gift. It took so much work.”

She laughed.

Fuck.

The Emperor of the Sea watched helplessly while that star shined just a bit. She shined for someone else.

And she kept shining when the platform lifted her into the air.

“No matter what you choose, you are already mine,” the merman prince promised.

His voice sounded hushed, but it was too large to hide from the air. Fukaboshi kept softness in what could almost be a threat.

“I will do everything in my power to help you lead the joyful life that your kind heart deserves.”

If Y/N gave a reply, it was lost while the platform pulled her down, but she was still high enough for the Sweet Commander of the Big Mom pirates to gaze at her with those crimson eyes.

“I am meant to tell you why you should be mine,” Katakuri purred, tracing the side of her face with his large fingers, blocking the piece of her that Shanks could see from this angle. “But I want to be yours, Y/N. I want to be your family, and I hope that you’ll give me another chance to show you how much family means to me.”

“Thank you, Katakuri,” Y/N said, giving a small yelp when the platform pulled her away from another enemy Shanks would have to defeat.

“Cracker?”

Y/N waited for the other Charlotte to look her way, the man tilting his head up toward his elder brother before snapping back to her.

“You should keep me here so I can protect you from those spoiled princes down the line. They don’t care about family, and that makes them weak. If you choose—“

“You’ve got a lot to say for someone who—“

“Don’t worry hunters, you’ll have plenty more opportunities to test yourselves against one another. For now, I believe that our Emperor of the Sea still needs to say his piece,” Cedrick gestured to him before Y/N was set down before him.

She was so close.

Right there.

Lightyears and lightyears away.

There were so many things he ached to say, but Shanks wasn’t done playing the villain.

He pulled her off the platform, catching her against his chest when she stumbled. The crowd gasped in surprised titillation while Shanks held her chin to keep her gaze trapped on his.

The red-haired pirate was silent during his turn. Instead of imploring her to keep him, Shanks just stared down into those swirling depths.

There were noises and voices around them, but Shanks was drowning in her, drowning in his desperate need for her to wake up. He tried to look the villain, to convince her with his eyes, or to read anything from her, but all he could do was drink in that emptiness.

The nothingness she gave him nearly broke him. No one could carry all of this with such a lovely smile.

Unless she was already gone.

Finally, those cursed bells, and Cedrick’s entitled fingers, tore the shell of that shining star from his grasp.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

I knew those soft, brown eyes were a lie…

You couldn’t recall ever feeling grateful for Uncle Cedrick’s controlling touch, but anything was better than the cage that your enemy had cornered you in.

Disappearing was the only way you could withstand the force of that powerful pirate’s gaze.

Those eyes had held more than flirtation, desire, or anger. Shanks had let that mask fall away, letting the world watch the predator claim what was his. He was a greedy monster, and the chaos in his silent demand felt like walls closing in. You felt a sudden fear for your other buyers as the heat of his grip still seemed to burn into your skin.

Shanks isn’t just playing.

The Emperor of the Sea wanted to own you, and he was the kind of man that got everything he wanted, no matter what he had to do to get it. It was no wonder why Uncle Cedrick seemed to like him so much.

“Well, dear niece,” he called you back to the world, making you gasp when he broke the arrow beside you, pressing it into your palm. “Time to say goodbye. I wonder if these lovely promises were enough to change your vote…”

It seemed that the crowd of vultures was growing louder every day, but the heaviness in your next words was enough to drown them out.

“Prince Fukaboshi,” you called out with that practiced calm, your voice carrying through the courtyard until they shut the fuck up. The platform tore you from the ground, until you tried not to shake before this terrifying man that you could have been safe with.

This man that appeared to be the most monstrous of them all yet might be the only hero in this line of hunters.

His soft smile with those sharp teeth forced you to breathe. You couldn’t show favorites, not even at the end.

“I am sorry, Prince Fukaboshi,” you told the truth, dropping the splintered wood of the arrow into his massive palm. “I’m afraid that your arrow failed to pierce my heart.”

“It has been an honor to try,” he started, his brows furrowing when the platform began to lower before he finished his sentence. His deep voice rolled down over you until Uncle Cedrick guided you away from a life that might have been.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

Doerena was a lovely, little kingdom.

Its smuggling ring was particularly delightful, although Mihawk didn’t care about the weapons, the drugs, or the power.

The swordsman only cared about the snails and the little rabbit that he was always too late to catch.

Mihawk had woken up too late. Changed too late.

The rage that gripped him every time he caught someone using Y/N for their own pleasure was a force of nature, cruel and mindless. It cracked open the ground beneath him, sucking everything into his destruction while he fell through a hole in the earth.

The swordsman cleaned his blade, ignoring the rest of his mess while he watched his love on the big screen.

His darling was smiling with a hideous target painted over her beautiful heart, but he swore that he had caught a hint of fight in those gorgeous eyes when her uncle brandished an arrow at her.

“We’ll paint it red, darling,” Mihawk promised while he watched his red-haired lover chase his little rabbit.

Mihawk promised endless red in that room that he’d already painted for her, his sword the only clean thing in sight. Promises were all he could give her while he waited for his chance.

I won’t be late.

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

Only three hunters had yet to have a private date, but that still left too many more days before Shanks could claim another for himself.

Another chance.

“All hunters are welcome to play,” Cedrick announced, charming the crowd, “but today’s prize will be claimed by a Vinsmoke or a Charlotte. Which one of you will pierce her heart?”

The Emperor of the Sea twirled an arrow in his fingers, ignoring the bow beside him while the other hunters prepped their shots.

“Pathetic, little boys can’t do shit without their fancy suits, huh?”

“Cracker,” his brother warned. Katakuri had sat this hunt out, offering his shadow to Y/N while she watched her hunters try to sink their arrows into her beautifully carved doppelgangers.

Those wooden dolls were painted with that matching bullseye over their hearts, but their perfect smiles had to be more real than the one on her lips.

“I wouldn’t need my suit to end a freak like you,” Niji sneered, leaning around his younger brother.

Cheers interrupted their tension and Shanks frowned up at the replay of one of those perfect dolls being perfectly shot through the heart.

Iceburg was annoyingly skilled with a bow.

“All these years of friendship and I never knew we shared a hobby,” Cedrick chuckled while the old shipwright pulled his shirt back on, disappointed sounds floating up from the audience at the act. “If you pierce my niece’s heart like that, we may have some family hunting trips to plan soon.”

“Ooh, but look at the prince,” one of the leeches called out until Yonji’s image filled the screen. The green-haired Vinsmoke lifted his chin, too proud of winning with his second place shot.

“At least the green shit has some energy. That prissy, blue boy is fucking worthless. Our cute, little bride already forgot about them, huh,” Cracker taunted too loudly, his overconfidence boiling over while he drew all eyes to his. “I bet she can’t even feel them after she’s had a Charllotte. Not unless they use their fancy toys.”

Cracker’s grin spread wide, thick and vicious across the screen until he got what he wanted. Niji had shoved past his younger brother, his crackling energy shattering a few graham cracker soldiers before the remaining brothers stopped the fight, and Cracker didn’t stop laughing until Katakuri loomed over him.

Shanks had taken the moment to show off, appearing between his little bunny and the would-be battle between failed hunters. Niji and Cracker were reigned in almost instantly, but the disappointment from the crowd reminded Shanks of what a show they were all trapped in.

“I am surprised we made it this far,” Cedrick chuckled as he took center stage again. “I wonder if anyone made a killing on these two being the first to fight…”

A smattering of groans left the crowd, with one voice lamenting the fact that they hadn’t put more berry down.

“Excuse me, Emperor,” he purred, grabbing Y/N’s wrist to guide her before the fighters. He snapped his fingers in the air, and a servant brought him two arrows in an instant, the tyrant beaming while he broke them over his knee. “I’m afraid you two have broken the rules, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you stay. Do you have anything you’d like to say to my dear niece now that you have failed to pierce her heart?”

Shanks fought not to let hope creep into his stupid, selfish heart while he watched two of his enemies disappear so easily.

Those two had never been a real threat.

“You like my brother, don’t you,” Cracker taunted, although his manic grin seemed more earnest than before. Y/N didn’t answer soon enough to stop the man’s next few words from spilling out. “Big brother likes you too. Don’t make me kill all these fuckers to make you my sister. I’ll make them suffer first, and—“

“Brotherly love,” Cedrick laughed while Katakuri dragged his cackling brother away, “and what about you, Prince Niji?”

The blue-haired prince stared at her for a long moment, too much satisfaction in his gaze.

“It’s alright. This little princess is coming home with us, aren’t you?”

“She’s coming home with me,” Yonji declared, kneeling to kiss Y/N’s hand. He was now the last hunter left without his first, private date.

Y/N gave the green-haired prince a lovely smile, and Shanks fought not to celebrate.

The day after tomorrow. Shanks could win another chance the day after tomorrow.

I just need one more chance.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

Dad’s fingers tapping on his desk might have distracted you if a certain someone hadn’t answered his call.

“How’s my favorite shipwright?”

“Mm, well, I’ll be better once the season passes,” Iceburg complained, and you chewed on your pencil while you fought off your grin at his deep voice. That silly whine of his came through your dad’s snail so clearly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus on your homework now.

You were good at pretending though, so you scribbled random numbers onto your notebook while your dad chatted with your favorite shipwright.

“Really,” your dad chuckled, “I thought storm season was good building time for you. You’ve already got another East Blue boat for us to look at, don’t you? Plus, that extra project?”

“Of course,” Mr. Iceburg assured while you imagined his lovely hands making lovely things. “You and our little numbers girl can swing on by after the season ends. Kokoro’s throwing Tom another execution extension party. Last year’s was—”

“I think the worst is past, don’t you,” your dad grinned, winking before you buried your face in your work again. “I might swing by for that little project soon, but we’ll be back for the party once Y/N’s out for spring break. If she gets good grades, of course.”

Sticking your tongue out at the tease saved you, because you would have swallowed it at Mr. Iceburg’s next words.

“I know she will. Y/N’s smarter than both of us, Arbo.”

“Don’t I know it,” Dad beamed, embarrassment heating your cheeks while you tried not to groan. “Thanks, Ice. I’ll see you soon.”

“Not too soon, friend,” Mr. Iceburg scolded. “The season’s almost over.”

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

It didn’t matter that his enemy seemed to be a good man. From everything Shanks had already known about the CEO of Galley La, and all he’d heard from the Concealer, Iceburg appeared to be a genuinely decent person. He was well-loved by his people, adored, and admired.

The only potential flaw he could find was that Iceburg was here.

“This is quite the boat, Mr. Iceberg. It hasn’t even been two weeks since the hunt started,” Shanks whistled, finally catching his enemy alone. “How’d you make this for our girl so fast? Or was it meant for another sweetheart?”

Staff were still milling about the edge of the lake, setting up tables so the leeches could dine while they watched this man steal her away.

The man in question stepped off the gorgeous, little sailboat, a slight crease to his brow before he answered the red-haired pirate.

“It wasn’t,” Iceburg noted with a smile when he looked back at his work. “I made this for Y/N a long time ago, with a little help from a friend.”

“Would that friend of yours be pleased about your date tonight,” Shanks taunted, leaning close to knock on the boat. “Last time I drank with Arbo, he wasn’t keen on the idea of his little girl with an older man.”

Iceburg hardly moved, but the shift was impressive, his eyes going as cold as his namesake while he assessed the man before him.

“I suppose we’re both bad friends then,” the shipwright drawled. He moved to walk around Shanks off the dock, glaring when the emperor stood in his path.

“A man in your position has a lot to lose here,” Shanks breathed, frustration and fury rising at the lack of fear showing in that icy gaze. “Everyone expects pirates to be the bad guys, but mayors? I don’t think your constituents will be too pleased about what you’re up to.”

Nothing. This man could hold himself quiet, and Shanks couldn’t risk using Haki to make him kneel.

“If you’re not going to attack me, please get out of my way.” Iceburg finally clenched his jaw, eyes flicking over Shanks’ shoulder toward the growing sounds of vultures. “I don’t want to keep my date waiting.”

“She’s leaving here with me,” the desperate pirate vowed, hissing while he let his enemy walk away.

“I don’t think she likes you very much, Emperor,” Iceburg arched a brow. Applause met the shipwright when he walked toward the show, both of their forms displayed across the projector screen while the snails captured the small boat, and the symbol of a tree framed by the sun painted on its sail.

Shanks stared at himself on the distant screen, his stupid hair too bright to try to sneak onto the ship with so many eyes on him now.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐊🤡🐊🤡🐊~~~

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“No, I…”

Fuck. The scarred man had been too frightening again.

His pretty clown left his bite of a too-syrupy pancake dangling over his plate when Crocodile interrupted him, shaking his head at all the breakfast’s for dinner he'd been having.

At least he's eating.

“You’re not ‘fine,” Crocodile attempted to soothe while he scolded, “you’ve hardly slept in days. I’ll watch over you if you like. Wake you up if you say anything interesting.”

Crocodile could hardly sleep himself. Not when he had more recordings of his sweet girl's torture to watch. Watching over Buggy pushed some of that useless rage aside, at least for a moment.

“Thanks… daddy.”

The guilt that was rotting through the clown’s bones had twisted today. He had already decided. It wasn’t even a question.

Buggy would do anything to save his star, even lie.

“I don’t like it if you don’t mean it,” Crocodile teased, finally breathing when his final, little lover cracked a smile for him.

“Sorry,” Buggy huffed a laugh, stretching so taut that his joints slipped apart.  

Buggy would do anything to save her.

But what if she really…

“What do you—uh,” the clown cleared his throat, almost losing his voice before these words could meet the air. “If I told you she was happy, would you believe me? Would you leave her alone?”

The ice in Crocodile’s veins kept the rage from moving too fast.

 “She’s with Iceburg, isn’t she?”

~~~🐊🤡🐊🤡🐊~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Help me,” you begged, your voice high and desperate while you tried to calm your racing heart.

“You look amazing, sis,” Kat shook her head while you held up another dress against the midnight blue one you kept gravitating toward. This was the one time you wished that your outfit would be chosen for you, but Iceburg wanted you to "be yourself," so you were digging through piles of expensive fabric on your own.

Nothing felt right.

“You’re really excited about tonight,” she asked softly, and you flicked your eyes toward the staff in the corner, but they were far too professional to look like they were listening while they waited for you.

“I’m not sure,” you gave up, dropping heavy garments onto the back of the couch before sitting close. “He’s a hunter, and I haven’t seen him in years. I don’t…”

“If you want Mr. Iceburg, then I will cheer you on,” your sister whispered in your ear as she stood to give her seat to the makeup artist. “But if you don’t want him here, then I’ll go shove that mouse up his—”

You laughed so hard you choked, and Kat gave you her water to sip while she tilted her head, waiting for your answer.

“Leave the mouse alone, sis,” you beamed at her, letting yourself be dolled up for your favorite shipwright.

~~~🌲~~~

Mr. Iceburg was here. He was using you. He was a leech. A monster.

Repeating those truths like a mantra didn’t kill your stupid hope, your naive ache for that gorgeous, silly man to be anything but a vulture, here to pick the flesh from the carcass of his dead friend’s family.

No favorites. No least favorites.

You couldn’t school your features, couldn’t fix your fucking face when you saw it. You wished that you could hate him for tearing down your mask like this, but it was too beautiful, too perfect.

Drawn toward the docks, it felt like the world had disappeared. You were entranced, shrinking down and down until you touched that perfect ship in a bottle, one of the small works of art that your dad had spent so many hours on.

He’d spent so many hours telling you stories about sailing on those tiny boats, hours working out the travel time between your favorite places on a ship the size of a shoe.

Daddy had asked how you wanted this ship to look and had painted it just for you. This was the little boat that he promised you would sail to the top of the Sunlight Tree Eve someday, if you could just figure out the math. If you found the top of the Eve tree, you knew you could find an Adam tree too.

At least, you had believed that when you were playing, when dad was sharing his stories, his perfect toys.

You’d smashed that particular toy boat so long ago, stomping on that sail with the Sunlight Eve Tree. There had been no more sunlight to be found after your dad disappeared.

But here it was.

“There’s my numbers girl,” Mr. Iceburg hummed, leaning down to brush a dangerous tear from your cheek. “Wanna take a tour of your boat with me? Eve's been waiting a long time for you.”

Gentle fingers, rough from decades of his craft, reached for your hand. He offered you a chance to step into a dream, and the air around you felt timeless and soft.

Laughing to yourself, you followed your dream and his little mouse onto this ship in a bottle.

Maybe I have gone mad.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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Chapter 37

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[the-bejeesus]

        Nicknamed “The Concealer” by criminals, Giberson is a veteran warehouse kingpin that is a big player of the Underworld. He was invited to Pudding’s wedding and brought gifts for Big Mom. He is also a jovial alcoholic.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIBERSON!!!

[goccedivelenonelbicchiere]

Wedding guests

[mikhaleminutia]

One Piece chapter 860 & 866 So here is a theory. Now to those of you who immediately ask why the mask kid is not Drug Peclo. The one whose lips are black in both is making the “You’re going down” gesture as a child, which might be a sign of him later becoming The Undertaker (similar to The Gladiator movie, Thumbs Down = death). The Concealer may also be wearing a crown, but notice how the “Prince” and “The Shipping King” (interesting) both have the same frown and freckles when introduced. It is not uncommon for children to be born with blond hair and then later have brown hair. This makes me believe that The Concealer is the boy whose face is hidden as a child. They even have the same type of kerchief.

[1piece-ace]

The Underworld Party

[austinpanda]

Litany of Complaint

I feel like complaining a bit! Pardons while I vent. 

It’s my anniversary today! Zachary Z. Giberson and I have been gay married for seven years. I’m not enjoying the day so far. Mostly this is because we spent yesterday watching ...well, watching our government cease to function because a guy wanted to sit in Pelosi’s chair and scratch his balls in order to save the country from the effects of an election his side lost. So yesterday sucked; Trump supporters stormed the capitol building and temporarily stopped certification of the electoral vote, and one Trump supporter got shot and killed, and three others died from other medical emergencies. Zach was, I think, shocked and horrified. My sister was shocked and horrified. I, for some reason, am not shocked and horrified. 

It bothers me that it doesn’t bother me more. But as I watched this bullshit unfold, it all simply seemed like the next logical step. This is what the president told them to do. With his mouth! Right before they did it! I knew it wouldn’t change the outcome of the election at all. I figured they’d break some stuff and steal some stuff and go home after curfew, which they mostly did. I hoped the Congress would then reconvene to finish certifying the electoral votes, and they did. I figured it was just a bunch of republicans making asses of themselves on television, which generally only serves to push things in the right direction, as far as being a democrat goes. Now some republicans who should have acknowledged the danger and sheer fookin’ evil in what this president says and does a long time ago, are finally doing so. It took until now, but it seems like the vice president and Mitch McConnell have publicly joined me in my belief that the outcome of the election was fair and legitimate. 

And nothing changes. They arrested a bunch of people; I’m curious how many will serve time. I wonder how many would have been shot if they’d been black. I wonder if they’d have made it into the building if they were black. The president has already said he loves them, the ones who stormed the capitol on his behalf. Cheeto hitler now seems about 10% more likely to vacate the White House on the 20th, like he’s supposed to, without barricading himself into the oval office with a pillow fort and daring the secret service to do something about it. The president got banninated from Twitter...for 12 whole hours. He temporarily lost a few friends and privileges that he was going to lose on January 20th anyway. We even took the senate, by winning both Georgia runoff races. Do I think it’ll result in anything that makes my life a little easier? ...I dunno, should I? Seems unwise to expect so.

I suppose I’m dealing with the fact that half the country probably looks at what happened yesterday and thinks, “Good. That’ll show ‘em. Keep fighting the good fight.” And I’m reminded of a recent meme going around, depicting our most recent presidential election. It was depicted as a choice between a free Krispy Kreme doughnut, and burning grandma’s house down, and the result was 50.1% voting for the free doughnut, and 49.1% voting to stick it to grandma. Well, thank goodness, the preferable side won, but JESUS, WHY WAS IT SO CLOSE?

Anyway, it’s over. The election is over. Biden and Harris step in on January 20th at noon. Trump will, I’m sure, be holding a rally somewhere in DC or Florida, or perhaps just be on his way somewhere on Air Force One for the last time. He’s supposed to be there, for the inauguration. It’s an important, necessary part of the transfer of power, but for those reasons alone, the chances he’ll do it are slim. He’d have to be seen wearing a mask. He wouldn’t be allowed to speak. He’d have to be seen on the same podium as the man who beat him. Who would even want him there?

So...my anniversary! Our anniversary celebration is going to be modest; we’re certainly not going anywhere, or buying each other gifts, or doing anything else that might conflict with the Code of Ennui we’re currently living under. Zach knows how to make a really tasty purple spaghetti dish by adding red wine to the pasta water, so he’s making that. 

Something about my anniversary always bothers me. We’ve never obtained a marriage certificate. We don’t have any proof of our marriage on paper. We never did the thing you do in your state to make it official. We have two very good reasons for this. The first reason we’ve never been officially married is because, when we got married, gay marriage was illegal in Texas. We had neither the funds nor the inclination to travel to a state where it’s legal, get married there, and carry the piece of paper back to Texas with us, where it would be worthless anyway. (Also, not for nothin’, but fuck that. I’m really going to drive to Massachusetts to get married, because that’s the only legal place in America? I applaud those who feel the process is important enough to make that kind of journey, but to me, it just further enforces the second class status.)

The second reason why we never got officially married is because, after being made to have an illegal wedding and marriage the first time, we don’t feel especially eager to get married AGAIN for the sake of those who denied us that fundamental right in the past. Neither of us finds it particularly logical to get married a second time, giving us a new anniversary of lesser duration--we go from being married 7 years to being married 0 years and counting--only to accommodate the requirements of the state that would still consider my marriage illegal, immoral, and ungodly if the Supreme Court hadn’t expressly forbidden it. 

So, yeah. Are Zach and I married? Well, only if you consider being married as that which constitutes a marriage. If you think registering it with your government, paying a fee, getting a certificate, AND being married all have to happen, then I guess I’m not married. 

Not sure why this is bothering me today, in particular. (Except, yes I do, it’s because it’s my anniversary!) But I’m going to try to shake off this feeling in favor of a more positive one. I take a little bit of reluctant comfort in knowing that, if I had to prove Zach and I were married, we could do so fairly easily, by virtue of the fact that we wear rings, we pay rent together, file our taxes jointly, and wake up in the same bed every day. We’ve been married for seven years; it wouldn’t be hard to show that. In other words, I don’t think our refusal to get official “Yes, You’re Married!” paperwork is ever going to interfere with our ability to present as a married couple. But I don’t know that for sure.

And with that, here’s the recipe for red wine spaghetti!

(That’s a joke. I’m making fun of those stupid online recipes that make you scroll through 20 screens of extracurriculur bullshit before you get to the recipe part.)

[stoweboyd]

Is price ‘gouging’ during emergencies evil or beneficial to all?

In a small slice of the world of economists and businesses, there is a fascinating debate about the topic — with many arguing that price gouging is actually a good thing. Yes, you heard that correctly. This is surely heartless, and may offend our sense of decency. But several respected economists from the Milton Friedman school of free-market theory take it seriously. They contend that anti-gouging measures, by effectively enacting price controls during emergencies, remove the incentive for consumers to conserve essential supplies. They also say that the incentive for suppliers to bring goods to dangerous areas — or keep extra stock on-hand before disasters — becomes distorted in ways that hurt people. “Price caps discourage extraordinary supply efforts that would help bring goods in high demand into the affected area,” Michael Giberson, an instructor with the Center for Energy Commerce in the Rawls College of Business at Texas Tech University, wrote in an opinion piece from several years ago that was widely circulated around parts of Wall Street this weekend. Meanwhile, he suggested, “You discourage conservation of needed goods at exactly the time they are in high demand.” He added, “In a classic case of unintended consequences, the law harms the very people whom lawmakers intend to help.” Consider this scenario, as described by Matt Zwolinski, the director of the Center for Ethics, Economics, and Public Policy at the University of San Diego: If a hotel that normally charges $50 per room were allowed to double the price to $100 a night during an emergency, “a family that might have chosen to rent separate rooms for parents and children at $50 per night will be more likely to rent only one room at the higher price, and a family whose home was damaged but in livable condition might choose to tough it out if the cost of a hotel room is $100 rather than $50.” The result, he contended in a paper titled “The Ethics of Price Gouging,” is that allowing higher prices “increases the available supply — as a result of consumers’ economizing behavior, more hotel rooms are available to individuals and families who need them most.”

Classic example of counterintuitive effects of economic decisions.

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[coppolafrancis]

In Jewelry, the Personal Connection

Julie Pellerin lives with her boyfriend at his stud farm in Normandy, has an apartment in Paris and adores New York.

So when a friend of her family gave her a bracelet in the shape of the Manhattan skyline, she was thrilled. “So many people have all the same jewelry,” Ms. Pellerin, 24, said, “but this you don’t see on everybody.”

The friend was the jeweler, sculptor and artist Mia Fonssagrives-Solow, and Ms. Pellerin has turned to her since to create more highly personal, one-of-a-kind pieces, including two wide cuffs. One was in black stingray; the other, silver leather, and both have silhouettes of horses crafted in sterling silver prancing around their circumferences to reflect Ms. Pellerin’s love of horses. (She rides competitively and often travels to watch equestrian events.)

“When I wear them, so many people ask about them,” Ms. Pellerin said, twisting her arms to show off the cuff on each one. “When you have special jewelry, people are attracted to it.” 

It’s little wonder bespoke jewelry is becoming more popular. “Custom and customized jewelry is very hot right now,” Karen Giberson, president of the Accessories Council in New York, said, “and we see it continuing. It appeals to the desire for something unique, individualized and thoughtful.” And “there are great options” at a variety of prices, she added, “from mainstream to luxury.”

While the consensus among jewelry makers and retailers is that the sector is growing, there are no estimates of total sales or the proportion of jewelry sales it represents.

Yet custom jewelry is in such demand that Bergdorf Goodman is rolling out a series of trunk shows featuring custom jewelry makers, following on the success of its Custom Jewelry Event, which for two years brought together more than a dozen jewelers who create one-of-a-kind pieces. Increasingly “our clients are looking for something truly unique that expresses their individual style,” Elizabeth von der Goltz, the store’s senior vice president overseeing jewelry, said. “They are looking for something meaningful to them, something they can relate to. They want a personal connection to the jewelry.”

The term custom can be confusing. Jewelry that is engraved or has a charm or bead added to it is generally known in the industry and in retail circles as personalized jewelry; such customization is readily available at department and jewelry stores. But jewelry that is made for one person is custom, or bespoke.

Most people are familiar with custom clothing — like a tailored men’s suit or couture dress — and as technology has accelerated fitting and assembly techniques, fashion brands’ “made-to-measure” lines (a kind of demi-couture) has grown. But while jewelry made for individuals has deep roots in the history of people around the world, it is only recently that public taste has gone beyond manufactured pieces to again embrace distinctive designs. “We’ve seen it in fashion, and now it’s nice to see it in jewelry,” Ms. von der Goltz said.

Ms. Fonssagrives-Solow, the New York-based creator of Ms. Pellerin’s horse cuffs, said she has created hundreds of pieces of custom jewelry as a result of word of mouth. “I loved the Booth dogs in ‘The New Yorker’ cartoons and made myself a pin of one,” she said. “People would say, ‘I love your dog, but can you make one of my poodle?’ ”

For one family extremely fond of its Jack Russell terrier, she made cuff links of the pet for the husband, a pin for the wife and earrings for the daughter, all in silver with sapphire eyes. “For private customers, I’ll do anything,” said the jeweler, whose custom prices start at $200 and can be emailed at mia@miafonssagrivessolow.com. She said she even made a silver meerkat belt buckle for a woman whose son was researching the animals in the Kalahari Desert, adding, “I get wonderful, funny requests.”

Other commissions are sentimental, such as one that the Russian-born jeweler Alex Soldier got from a New Yorker. “It was a husband who wanted something special for his wife for their 10th anniversary,” said the New York-based jeweler, who has done work for the Bolshoi Ballet and the Princess Grace Awards in Monaco. “They had met at the New York Botanical Gardens and he wanted to commemorate that.”

Mr. Soldier created a diamond and ruby anemone — her birthstone was a ruby, for July — that could be worn as a pin, pendant, ring or bracelet.

“With everyone on the computer today, there’s a backlash against mass production,” Mr. Soldier said, whose custom pieces with precious jewels begin at $10,000. “People want something unique, something special.”

Lily Gabriella Elia, a Brazilian designer working in London, has also received romantic commissions. She made a ring with two grade A natural Tahitian pearls (“It took me four weeks to source them,” she said) that she placed as if they were “kissing” to commemorate the 30th anniversary of a couple who spent their honeymoon sailing the South Seas.

Ms. Elia said that creating such a piece can take weeks, if not months. “I discuss with the client about each of the specific requirements of their bespoke jewelry design, to ensure I create exactly what they have in mind,” she said. “This includes the precious metals and type of stone, whether it is a diamond or a stunning gemstone, I can truly customize every single portion.

“Clients sometimes have an idea of what they want the item to look like,” she continued. “If not, I will provide them with ideas. I create hand-drawn sketches. This is done with the client together, or I scan and email the drawings at a later time. Once the client is 100 percent happy with the design, one of my craftsmen creates a wax or silver model. The client can now see exactly the shape, size and thickness of their piece.”

One the model has been approved, the metal base is made and sent to the London Assay Office to be stamped with her maker’s mark, the metal quality mark and the leopard’s head that indicates it was examined in London.

“Once returned,” she said, “the stone or stones are set and the finished article is polished and placed in a personalized jewelry box, ready for the client.” Little wonder prices for such efforts start at about 10,000 pounds ($12,200).

By all means, get the 1 3 carat diamond earrings you can afford, but make sure they has also the clearest, best cut, and most colorless diamonds you can afford.

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One Piece Birthdays: Honorable Mentions

     One Piece has hundreds of characters, and over the past year I’ve celebrated the birthdays of only about a few hundred or so of them. So I’d like to take the time to mention every One Piece character without a birthday. Some don’t have birthdays because they’ve debuted too recently, some have no birthdays because they have been forgotten. Some have no birthdays because we haven’t gotten to that yet, even though they’ve existed for a long time and we remember them. To start off with, I will mention every character that exists within the canon that have names. Some you’ll remember. Some you won’t recognize, but if I showed you a picture of them you’d be like “Oh yeah that guy”. And then some of them you won’t have any recollection of, and I can’t blame you for it. Today, we will honor your memories, and hope that one day, Eiichiro Oda gives you a birthday.

Abdullah

Acilia

Adele

Aggie 68

Agotogi

Agsilly

Agyo

Ahho Desunen IX

Ahho Zurako

Akumai

Ally

Anjo

Antonio

Aremo Ganmi

Tsumegeri Guards (Hyota, Brahm, Arrow, and Barrel)

Arthur

Asahija

Aswa

Attach

Bacura

Baggaley

Banchi

Banchina

Banshee

Gyoro, Nin, and Bao

Bariete

Barry

Basilisk

Bastille

Batchee

Baxcon

Beer VI

Belo Betty

Belladonna

Bellett

Bian

Bimine

Biyo

Blackback

Blue Fan

Bobbin

Bobby Funk

Bobomba

Bogard

Bomba

Super Spot-Billed Duck Squad (Stomp, Ivan X, Cowboy, Bourbon Jr., Kentauros, Hikoichi, and Eyelashes)

Braham

Brew

Brocca

Broyé

Buche

Buhichuck

Bunny Joe

Bushon

Busshiri

Byron

Camel

Cancer

Cands

Capone Pez

Carne

Catacombo

Chabo

Chao

Charlotte Amande

Charlotte Anglais

Charlotte Basskarte

Charlotte Bavarois

Charlotte Brownie

Charlotte Cadenza

Charlotte Cabalatta

Charlotte Cinnamon

Charlotte Citron

Charlotte Compote

Charlotte Counter

Charlotte Dolce

Charlotte Dragée

Charlotte Dosmarche

Charlotte Gala

Charlotte Galette

Charlotte Joconde

Charlotte Moscato

Charlotte Myukuru

Charlotte Nusstorte

Charlotte Opera

Charlotte Poire

Charlotte Raisin

Charlotte Snack

Charlotte Yuen

Chess

Chesskipa

Chichilisia

Chicken

Chocolat

Choi

Chuchun

Clione

Cocoa

Cocox

Colscon

Columbus

Cornelia

Cosmo

Cotton

Custard

Dacquoise

Daddy Dee

Dagama

Daidalos

Daigin

Daikon

Damask

Diesel

Diez Barrels

Dogya

Domo-kun

Nnke-kun

Donovan

Donquixote Homing

Doran

Draw

Drip

Drug Peclo

Ducky Bree

Eddy

Edward Weevil

Eiri

Egana

Eggplant Soldier

Elizabello II

Erik

Farafra

Farul

Faust

Fen Bock

Fillonce

Fishbonen

Flapper

Forliewbs

Fullbody

Gaburu

Gambia

Ganryu

Gatz

Galaxy

Galley

Gancho

Gatherine

Genzo

George Black

Roche Tomson

George Mach

Gerth

Giberson

Gimlet

Gina

Ginrummy

Gion

Glove

Gode

Going Merry

Goldberg

Goldfish Princess

Goo

Gotti

Grabar

Gram

Great Michael

Gyaro

Gyoru

Hack (Human)

Hakowan

Ham Burger

Hangan

Hanger

Happa Yamao

Happygun

Harisenbon

Haritsu Kendiyo

Heat

Heppoko

Hera

Herb

Hewitt

Hideo Usaguchi

High-Fat

Hihimaru

Hildon

Hiramera

Ho

Hocha

Hocker

Michael

Hoichael

Hotori

Kotori

Hublot

Humphrey

Hustle

Medaka Mermaid Quintuplets (Ichika, Nika, Sanka, Yonka, and Yonko Two)

Ichiro Kmaguchi

Ideaman

Ideo

Ikkaku

Im

Inhel

Inuppe

Ippon-Matsu

Isa

Ishigo Shitemanna

Isuka

Jarl

Jean Ango

Jeet

Jew Wall

Jigoro

Jigra

Jobo

John

Jorge

Jorl

Joy Boy

Judy

Julius

Junan

Kabu

Kagiko

Kairen

Kairiken

Kakukaku

Kaneshiro

Kanezenny

Kanten

Kappa

Karusu

Kasa

Kasagoba

Kebi

Kechatch

Kelly Funk

Kibagaeru

Kibin

Kiev

Kiku

Kikyo

Kimel

King Baum

Kinga

Shodai Ktetsu

Nidai Kitetsu

Sandai Kitetsu

Kitton

Komachiyo

Komane

Konbu

Koda

Kop

Koshiro

Kotatsu

Koze

Packy

Kozuki Momonosuke

Kozuki Oden

Kukai

Kumadori Yamanbako

Kuromarimo

Kurotsuru

Kurozomi Orochi

Kyuji

Kyukyu

Lady Tree

Lami

Laskey

Lassoo

Laurin

Leonero

Lily

Lindbergh

Lines

Lionbuta

Lip Doughty

Loki

Louis Arnote

Lulis

Macro (Automaton)

Maidy

Makko

Mani

Manjaro

Margarita

Maria Napole

Marie

Marilyn

Marin

Mario

Marnier

Marumieta

Mashikaku

Masked Deuce

Master of the Waters

Mauji

Mayushika

McKinley

Meadows

Mero

Mihar

Mikio Itoo

Milky

Minatomo

Minoruba

Miss Catherina

Paula

Mr. 13

Miss Friday

Miss Merry Christmas

Miss Monday

Miss Mother's Day

Miss Saturday

Miss Thursday

Miss Tuesday

Kinderella

Mizuira

Mizuta Madaisuki

Mizuta Mawaritosuki

Donquixote Mjosgard

Mobile

MocDonald

Mocha

Mochi

Monji

Monstar

Moodie

Morley

Mornin

Mororon

Motzel

Mounblutain

Mountain Ricky

Moyle

Mozambia

Mr. 4

Mr. 6

Mr. 7

Mr. 9

Mr. 10

Mr. 11

Mr. 12

Mr. Beans

Mr. Love

Mr. Mellow

Mr. Shimizu

Mukkashimi Tower

Mummy

Mummy Mee

Muret

Nako

Napoleon

Natto

Titi

Negikuma Maria

Nerine

Nezumi

Nigeratta

Ninjin

Ninth

Nitro

Noble Croc

Charlotte Noisette

Nora Gitsune

Nosgarl

Nubon

Nugire Yainu

O-Tama

Octopus Mash

Okame

Okome

Oran

Ossamondo

Outlook III

Pagaya

Pandawoman

Pandora

Pansy

Pantri

Papaneel

Pascia

Patty

Pavlik

Pearl

Pekkori

Pellini

Peppoko

Piiman

Pinkbeard

Pinnacle

Pisaro

Poppoko

Poppy

Poro

Potsun

Pound

Prometheus

Pudding Pudding

Puppu

PX-1

PX-4

PX-5

PX-7

Queen Mama Chanter

Rabiyan

Raccoon

Raideen

Rampo

Randolph

Reforte

Reuder

Rint

Ripper

Risky Brothers

Risky Brothers (zombies)

Rivers

Road

Robson

Roche

Yeti Cool Brothers (Rock, Scotch)

Roddy

Roji

Rokkaku

Rolling Logan

Roshio

Ross

Run

Rush

Russian

Saber

Saint-Marc

Sam

Samurai Batts

Sancrin

Sapi

Sarfunkel

Saru

Schollzo

Scissors

Scopper Gaban

Scotch

Seagull

Seamars

Seira

Shanba

Shandia Chief

Sharinguru

Sheepshead

Shine

Shion

Shioyaki

Shoujou

Shu

Sicilian

Sicily

Sind

Skull

Sleepy

Smiley

Smooge

Sonieh

Sora

Soro

Spartan

Spector

Sphinx

Stainless

Stalker

Stansen

Stefan

Stevie

Stool

Suleiman

Tablet

Tacos

Take

Tama

Tamachibi

Tamagon

Tamanegi

Tank Lepanto

Tansui

Tararan

Terry

Terry Gilteo

Teru

Thalassa Lucas

Tibany

Tokikake

Tomato Gang

Tristan

Turco

Uholisia

Ukkari

Ultraking

Umit

Unforgivable Mask

Uni

Unigaro

Usagihebi

Uzu

Victoria Cindry

Vitan

Vito

Wallace

Wallem

Wany

Warashi

Wellington

Wicca

Willie Gallon

Wire

Yamenahare

Yarisugi

Yokozuna

Yomo

Yoshimoto

Yotsubane

Yu

Yuki

Yukichi Skull

Yurikah

Zadie

Zepo

Zeus

Zodia

Zucca

Zuccotto

Zunesha

    I used the names that they are given on the wiki, as opposed to their Official English names, if they even have one. I did this so that you can simply search their names on the One Piece Wiki and learn about them, if any interest you. However, a couple of them are so obscure that they don’t even have their own pages, in which case you will only be able to fine them here.

  Next we will honor all non-canon characters. These characters appeared in filler, movies, specials, OVAs, one-shots, video games, or any other material that was officially made but not part of the manga. These characters are gaurunteed to never get a birthday, and that is a curse they bear. Now some non-canon characters, such as Gion and Tokikake, debut in non-canon and then later appear in canon, making them canon characters, and thus giving them a chance to have a birthday. However, this is such a rare case, that I wouldn’t count on it, especially for non-canon characters that debuted years ago.

A A A

Abi

Accino

Ain

Akibi

Akihiro

Akisu

Alan

Alba

All-Hunt Grount

Alpacacino

Amanda

Anaguma

Ann

Ann

Ant De Bonham

Aobire

Apis

Arbell

Atoli

Aunt

Aveyron

Ayako

Baccarat

Bad One Gracie

Bald Parrot

Balloon

Balong

Banban

Bandsman

Banzai

Barbarossa

Basil

Bayan

Bear King

Biera

Bigalo

Bildy

Bill

Billy (Dandit)

Billy (Cook)

Billy (Pirate)

Binz

Bismarck

Bit

Blyue

Bobby

Bobrad

Bokuden

Bolam

Bolt

Bonbon

Bonbori

Bonney (Non-cannon)

Boo Jack

Boo Kong

Borodo

Boss

Bravo

Brief

Brindo

Butler

Buzz

Byojack

Brynndi World

Bürst

Camael

Campacino

Camus

Carina

Carmen

Carol Masterson

Cello

Chameleone

Chavez

Chip

Chiqicheetah

Coe

Corto

Count Times

Curve

D.R.

Daddy Masterson

Danny

Deacon

Denny

Desire

Dias

Dice

Dick

Din

Dip

DJ Gappa

Dojaku

Donny

Dontacos

Doom Guardian

Doran (Filler)

Double Down

Drake (Filler)

Drayke

Eccoli

Ed

El Drago

Elizabeth

Emeraude

Eric

Eric Dow

Evil Guardian

Evil Master Beast

Fabre

Flip

Flora

Gaburi

Gad

Gairam

Galley

Gally

Ganzack

Ganzo

Gari

Garride

Gasparde

Gild Tesoro

Girarin

Glove

Golass

Gonzo

Governor

Gowns Brothers

Graydle

Guyle

Hakuto

Halsey

Hamu

Hardy

Harry (Fishman)

Harry (Human)

Heaby

Helsing

Henna Oyag

Henzo

Herring

Hey

Hitaki

Hitokui

Hockera

Holy

Homey

Honey Queen

Honki

Hotdog

Houmy

Ian

Isoka

Izaya

Jessica

Jimmy Myers

Jiro

Joke

Jonathon

Jose

Jotto

Jube

Kaabo

Kamonegi

Kansho

Karasuke

Kau Ra Kau

Kent Beef Jr.

Kerodeek

Kerojii

Keroko

Keroshot

Khorosho

Kukuhime

Killer Giant

Kimmel

Kinoconda

Kiruko

Koba K

Kobato

Kodama

Komei

Kotetsu

Lacos

Lago

Lake

Lambor Bukini

Largo

Lark

LeMay

Leo (Filler)

Lepre

Lil

Lily Carnation

Lily Enstomach

Lina

Livia

Lola

Long Long

Luigia

Lytton

Maccus

Mad Treasure

Maji

Mao

Marc

Marin

Marley Brothers

Mashikaku

Maya

Medaka

Makao

Mendo

Meroie

Meryl

Milia

Minchey

Misutta

Mitsuboshi

Mobambi

Mobston

Moore

Moray Eel Brothers

Morkin

Muchigoro

Musatobi

Musshuru

Myskina Acier

Myskina Olga

Naguri

Naomi Drunk

Narcie

Needless

Neiro

Nelson Royale

Nightin

Niphtal

Noir

Noko

Nukky

Nuru

Odama

Olive

Omatsuri

Otsu

Panz Fry

Parrot DJ

Pato

Patrick Redfield

Pesca

Peseta

Pin Joker

Plesiosaur

Pochi

Pogo

Popo

Pokke

Popola

Pork

Prodi

Psycho P

Puggy

Pukau

Purin

Puzzle

Race

Raise Max

Randolph (Non-Canon)

Raoul

Rapanui Pasqua

Rasa

Ratchet

Reika

Rice Rice

Rikka

Rittonto

Roba

Rocky Hattari

Rokai

Rongo

Rosario

Rubis

Ryu

Ryudo

Ryuji

Saga

Saki

Saichow

Saphir

Sayo

Schneider

Scorpion

Sealed

Sebastian

Shepherd

Shichiseiken

Shimoi Zappa

Sho

Shuraiya Bascùd

Shutai

Shuzo

Silk

Silver-Silver

Simon

Skid

Skullface

Skunk One

Smash

Soran

Spiel

Stansen (Filler)

Stella

Straight

Suita

Sutton

Tajio

Tambu

Tanaka

Tatsu

Tay

Tempo

Tobio

Tohenbok

Toma

Toratsugu

Troff

Tsubaki

Usanksai

Vigaro

Vivi-yan

Wadatsumi (Game)

Wetton

Whitejack

Wild Joe

Wilder

Willy (Fishman)

Woonan

Yadoya

Yami

Yoko

Yoko (Water 7)

Yukimura

Yuta

Yuya

Z

Zaba

Zabai

Zap

Zau Ra Zau

Zenny

Zomino

    Lastly, I want to honor all characters, canon and non-canon, with no names. The majority of these characters are just extras that only appeared in one panel or shot. But there’s a couple that are actually memorable, such as that one guy that was in Spandine’s group, or the masked CP-0 members. Some of these people can actually get names eventually. For example, Don Quixote Mjosgard was a nameless character for the longest time, until in the Reverie he became important and was given a name. I cannot list these nameless characters, as they have no names, but I do still want to honor them, and hope that one day they will be given names and have birthdays.

[vally-00]

One piece 860 spoilers

Source: Zoro4Prez2016 (Oro Jackson Forums)

Ch. 860 10:00 Opening of the Reception Pekomz has been left by himself at the eastern bay entrance. Aladine and the others have left the island according to Jinbe's instructions. Flashback Jinbe gives a detailed explanation of the roulette The numbers written on the roulette collectively represent the number of victims fallen to the punishments. Jinbe, who wasn't going to suffer that ridiculous punishment, gave instructions for them to make a break for it from the island in the confusion of the incident at the tea party. End Flashback The Vinsmokes are walking through the castle, and the ceremony location appears to be a rooftop. The guests to the tea party arrive one after another. Loan Shark King "The God of Fortune" - Le Feld Red Light District Queen - Stussy Great Mortician - Drug Pietro The World Economic Journal President "Big News" - Morganz The Veteran Warehouse "The Concealer" Giberson The King of Shipping "Deep Current" Umit They all arrive to the rooftop by a candy escalator made by Perospero. In font of the place of the tea ceremony, Organ Trader Jigra is making a fuss about getting inside. He is stubbornly refusing to a bodycheck by Bege, but is shot someone and loses his life. There is a lone figure on the top of the gate. Big Mom Pirates - One of the 3 Sweet Commanders The Second son of the Charlotte Family Charlotte Katakuri - 1,057,000,000 bounty According to Bege, he is an extremely troublesome man and monster whose bounty has exceeded 1 billion and has honed his Observation Haki to such a degree that he can see a little bit into the future Katakuri explains that he saw into the future that Jigra attempted to assassinate Big Mom. Big Mom arrives at the location, and the Tea Party begins. End

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It rocks!

JAIMINS | MANGASTREAM

Chapter 840: 10:00 OPENING OF THE BANQUET

Firstly we get a wonderful cover with our beloved Sand-Croc. Although it’s a shame he’s not in the chapter itself. The cover is beautiful. Ex-shichibukai in Piza helping a little puppy. Oda sure knew we missed him.

In the chapter itself we got lot of new characters:

DU FELD | STUSSY | DRUG PECLO | MORGANS | GIBERSON | UMIT

Their design is wonderful. My favourites are Morgans, Peclo and Stussy.

We finally get Katakuri and the guy do make an impression. Knowing Oda he’ll get a ridiculous coloring but for now let’s enjoy how he is. His ability to slightly see into the future? It��s a dream come true for all Haki fans.

Besides that we can see the relationship between Jimbe and Aladdin. It’s really heart warming.

Vinsmokes got ready for the party and they look fantastic.

Smoothie sure is amazing. Her powers gives me thrills. Most overlook her but she has earned my respect. I would definitely drink one of her drinks!

Perospero created giant stairs out of candy. I can’t wait for animated version of that and I hope it would look great!

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Hurricane price gouging is despicable, right? Not to some economists

When a devastating hurricane like Irma or Harvey arrives, stories about price gouging inevitably spread quickly. Last week, a one-way coach flight from Miami to Phoenix jumped in price from $547.50 to $3,258.50, prompting immediate outrage. In Houston, a picture of a case of water being sold for $42.96 at Best Buy did the same. (Best Buy apologized and said it was a “big mistake” by a few employees.)

Over all, more than 8,000 complaints of price gouging on items like gas, food and ice were lodged with the Florida attorney general’s office through the weekend.

On its face, the very idea of price gouging, especially during a natural disaster, feels outrageous. Indeed, 34 states have anti-gouging laws meant to protect consumers.

However, in a small slice of the world of economists and businesses, there is a fascinating debate about the topic — with many arguing that price gouging is actually a good thing.

Yes, you heard that correctly.

More from The New York Times:

This is surely heartless, and may offend our sense of decency. But several respected economists from the Milton Friedman school of free-market theory take it seriously. They contend that anti-gouging measures, by effectively enacting price controls during emergencies, remove the incentive for consumers to conserve essential supplies. They also say that the incentive for suppliers to bring goods to dangerous areas — or keep extra stock on-hand before disasters — becomes distorted in ways that hurt people.

“Price caps discourage extraordinary supply efforts that would help bring goods in high demand into the affected area,” Michael Giberson, an instructor with the Center for Energy Commerce in the Rawls College of Business at Texas Tech University, wrote in an opinion piece from several years ago that was widely circulated around parts of Wall Street this weekend. Meanwhile, he suggested, “You discourage conservation of needed goods at exactly the time they are in high demand.”

He added, “In a classic case of unintended consequences, the law harms the very people whom lawmakers intend to help.”

Consider this scenario, as described by Matt Zwolinski, the director of the Center for Ethics, Economics, and Public Policy at the University of San Diego: If a hotel that normally charges $50 per room were allowed to double the price to $100 a night during an emergency, “a family that might have chosen to rent separate rooms for parents and children at $50 per night will be more likely to rent only one room at the higher price, and a family whose home was damaged but in livable condition might choose to tough it out if the cost of a hotel room is $100 rather than $50.”

The result, he contended in a paper titled “The Ethics of Price Gouging,” is that allowing higher prices “increases the available supply — as a result of consumers’ economizing behavior, more hotel rooms are available to individuals and families who need them most.”

Of course, these arguments may make sense in the most theoretical context, but when it comes to trying to protect the poorest among us, who can’t afford the most basic of goods, they seem like an inhumane affront to our sensibilities.

Still, Tyler Cowen, an economics professor at George Mason University, believes that something even more insidious can happen during national emergencies: a sort of black market, made worse by anti-gouging laws and businesses that fear a viral outcry if they increase prices.

“If the store doesn’t raise prices, attentive customers may buy up the whole stock, resell it during the emergency and price gouge themselves,” he wrote last week. “Or store employees may funnel the scarce goods to their friends and relatives. Don’t think the alternative to corporate price gouging is necessarily a fairer outcome, but that subtle point doesn’t always translate well to social media.”

That may or not be true. But the fact remains that there is a gaping hole in the price-gouging-is-good argument: how to make resources “available to poor individuals and families, many of whom may barely be able to afford normal prices,” said Joe Carter, a senior editor at the Acton Institute, a right-wing think tank.

One idea that has gained currency in this camp would be to create surge-pricing vouchers backed by the government.

“Prior to a natural disaster,” Mr. Carter wrote in a blog post last week, “individuals and families could apply to receive government-provided vouchers that would cover the cost difference between the normal price and the emergency surge price for a specific basket of essential goods and services.”

Businesses would be reimbursed the difference in price by the government by submitting the voucher.

That might seem like a sensible idea at first blush, but it gets complicated quickly: Will the poor and elderly really go through the hurdles of getting vouchers in advance of a storm? That’s hard to believe. More ominously, there could emerge a black market for the vouchers.

Maybe there’s something to be learned in this thought experiment, but national emergencies are the ultimate distortion in daily economic activity and, as appealing as the free-market may be in certain circumstances, it will likely make economic distortions during a disaster worse, not better.

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Not a Smoker

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by Awareness_Bringer

One-shot example of a Luffy who ate the Plume-Plume Fruit. Sorry, but I decided to stop at one due to lack of imagination for new scenarios. But please, take what I'm suggesting to heart.

Words: 852, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Piece

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Stussy (One Piece), Du Feld (One Piece), Morgans (One Piece), Giberson (One Piece), Drug Peclo (One Piece), Umit (One Piece)

Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy/Stussy

Additional Tags: Different Devil Fruit Monkey D. Luffy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different Powers

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