#shaanks

[quinloki]

sending beams of not hurty anymore to you from here friend ; n ; also for the ask game what abooooout. yan4yan situation with Shanks o u o

xD

Yan4Yan with Shanks is kind of like him setting up a trap for you to walk yourself into and you cuff him to yourself after the door closes.

You're both trying so hard not to spook the other - though it's very likely that Shanks knows what you are long before you realize what he is. He's very good at hiding his yandere tendencies and you are just not as skilled.

So he knows he's basically luring someone who's only reluctance is worry that someone so strong isn't going to want them back. Cause seriously, how do you ensnare an Emperor?

Once that trap is sprung though, the two of you are about as non-toxic as a pair of yanderes could manage to be. There's certainly a level of possessiveness and such that makes you dangerous to anyone around you unfortunate enough to make the other think they're being hit on.

But most misunderstandings are cleared up easily, and most people are smart enough to see what's going on. The two of you are quite obviously together, and in such sync that you're practically Shanks' literal left arm 80% of the time.

You'd probably willingly cut it off and let him have it, except he wouldn't want his precious little treasure to injure themselves for his sake like that.

It'd be sickeningly sweet, if it wasn't so twisted.

Some Yandere to Soothe the Ache

[punks-never-die205]

AH mayhaps I can help!!

imo I think Kid would like stuff that's scary with a dark kinda comedy to it. A lot of people lump him into like Saw and torture porn franchises but I just don't think that's true. He'd love the Scream movies and like Cabin in the Woods and shit like that, things that are tongue-in-cheek kinda genre savvy.

Killer would enjoy stuff that's a little more psychological horror, maybe with a supernatural slant maybe not, things like What Lies Beneath, the Cure for Wellness, the Haunting of Hill House, things of that nature. I don't think he enjoys jumpscares and he gets enough splatterpunk in his daily life.

Heat feels like a found footage guy to me, the Blair Witch Project, Grave Encounters, Paranormal Activity, he's breaking down why the camera angles don't make sense and how it's all fake but also like jumping and giggling at you for jumping when things get properly spooky.

Wire is so unflappable and hard to shake that guy is watching scary shit that's at the edges of my tolerance, the Pulse, the Grudge, the Incantation, he's the ultimate connoisseur of literally scare you into a different person movies that he can just sit through with a straight face and then talk to you about the cinematography afterwards.

I hope this helps!!!

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ooooh - I like these, and yeah, I don't think Kid would be much of a Saw guy either. The "mindless cruelty for cruelty's sake" isn't really a good characterization of him, and I imagine that's where that connection comes from.

I think he'd be able to watch them, but yeah, his favorite would probably be... what was the one tongue-in-cheek on that had Betty White in it? Lake Placid? I bet he fucking loves Betty.

[petrichorium]

infodumping and then makeouts THE ideal both in general and for Luffy 😭😭😭 also I get that, breaking things up into little pieces is a lot more sustainable than tryin to force the whole thing at once, I have a wip I'm like nearly 90 pages into and its just sitting over there bc I tried to stand on it too hard lmfao. also listen listen nothing you write is ever gonna be "overhyped" you write beautiful things ; u ;

Yea sometimes u just gotta focus on the handful of lil scenes ur inspired by instead of trying to finish the rest and getting tired of it LOL but I hope ppl will enjoy this one!!! Luffy is genuinely So hard to write but so fun when I manage to get the hang of things 🙂‍��️🙂‍↕️

[mandiemegatron]

just wanted to pop in and say ily!!! I hope you're doing so so well my friend ; u ;

Av ! My lova !!! 🥺🥺🥺💖💖 I was just thinking about you !! I was literally on my way to send you a lil message when I saw you'd already beat me to it 🥺🥺🥺

Im doing okay my lovely, work is taking a lot out of me, I'm having some hurt feelings about a friend who is not really... treating me like a friend... just some garbage nonsense that I unfortunately have to deal with sooner or later. But I'm keeping my head high !! It helps when you have true friends, like you, who help make life a little easier to bear 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

How are YOU doing ?!? I hope you're staying healthy and safe, idk where abouts you are but where i am here in Ontario, we had about 30cm of snowfall yesterday so it's snow central out there !! If you're also snowed in, please be safe if you need to go anywhere !!

Thank you for stopping in and for thinking of me 🥺🥺💖💖 ilysm, sending you sooooo many smooches and all the snuggles 💖💖💖💖💖

[swampstew]

Following bc I love Kid and there seem to be precious few active blogs that actually like him, plus you seem lovely and I enjoy your writing :"D

It does seem like there are far and few between but thats just how it goes sometimes. hopefully the rest of the world quickly realized what they're missing because he's the fucking BEST. 10/10 would let him tell me what to do.

Also thank you :3

Send me the reason you follow me! 🤠

[inquisitor-runa]

They walk in on you masturbating (pre relationship)

cont: swearing, suggestiveness, crack.

for you walking in on them, check here.

fem reader.

MINORS DNI

Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Sanji, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.

@mochiclouds, @redpool, @luffysinterlude, @trinitrinitrini, @theonlykawaiigod-blog, @shaanks , @guillotine-enjoyer, @commanderfreethatdust , @meritxellao , @love-marimo

[helloarchivist]

shaanks >> helloarchivist

[hostclubau]

By Any Other Name

This is an x reader, multi-ending, otome style story.

fem!reader

Summary: Your life is hell, and your parents abandoned you to a literal loan shark. A near death experience has changed the trajectory of things, but is this a blessing? Or an endless fall into things far worse than you had before?

Content Warnings: The host club has an After Hours that's effectively a brothel. There are BDSM themes and the exploration of a lot of kinks. Foul language, canon levels of violence, mature audiences only.

Chapter 3: Introductions

Notes: There are several OCs who work at the club. River belongs to @silkendandelion Jocasta belongs to @leftsidebonfire Mentions: Av Starling belongs to @shaanks // Unaek belongs to LeftSideBonFire

There are more OCs who work at the club - they will be tagged as they appear in chapters ^_^

It took some fiddling to sort out how the shower and bath tub worked. Fortunately, even though it was all fancy, blue still meant cold, and red still meant hot. The water pressure was nice, harsh enough to feel nice while being soft enough you didn’t think you were getting power washed. The soaps, shampoos and conditioners were all pretty subtly scented, and you just went with what you thought was supposed to go together.

Everything looked like it was more expensive than the last thing you touched, but you were trying not to be nervous about it. The tub’s big enough you almost wonder if you can’t just sleep in it, but even in a fancy place like this water will lose its heat. Floating in the middle of the tub you imagine that waking up in cold water would be bad, but for now the heat feels amazing.

“This is insane.” You murmur to yourself. You’re floating in a bathtub. You just finished taking a shower in a bathroom that has gold and silver veining in marble walls. The floor is sealed stone and you could press a few buttons and make your little mini-jacuzzi-pool thing into a hot tub.

A few hours earlier you’d been pressed against rough bricks, mostly certain you were going to die in an alley. Now, at least, you knew you’d make it to another sunrise.

Beyond that though?

The water starts to cool and you get out, letting the tub drain. You dry off, and even use the provided hair dryer to at least get most of the water out of your hair. Pulling on the terrycloth robe that was hanging in the bathroom, even the smallest one was almost too big, you tie it up and head to bed. There’s a little tray with a cup on it and you’re reminded about the grumpy doctor’s orders, pouring yourself a glass of water and drinking it.

Maybe a little faster than he wanted you to, but you didn’t chug it.

Crawling into the bed was a little painful. You were lucky to have a mattress on the floor, so the idea of a box spring felt like luxury already. By the time you scrambled into the middle of the massive bed and sprawled out on top of the covers you were deeply tired. You didn’t make it under the covers when you fell asleep, but the robe kept you plenty warm while you slept.

It’s a soft knock at the door that wakes you up. You didn’t jolt awake like you usually do and you think that maybe comfy beds are a little more dangerous than you like. Pushing yourself up against the stiffness that settled into your injuries since you didn’t even twitch in your sleep, you get sat up in time for the door to open just a crack.

“You awake, kid?” Alvida’s voice asks through the opening.

“Yeah,” you peel the word from your mouth and hope it makes it to the door.

“Can I come in?”

Looking down you tug the robe closed a little more properly and then look back at the door. “Yeah.”

Alvida steps in, carrying a few overstuffed bags. “It’s not a lot, but you should be able to make an outfit from it.” She starts explaining. “Gave me an excuse to clean out my attic. The bras and underwear are new though - I got you a few different sizes in case you were wearing a binder or something.”

“New?” The word escapes you before you can stop it and you shake your head while getting off the bed. “Ah, sorry, thanks. I mean it. I wasn’t looking forward to putting last night’s clothes back on.” You admit walking over to her.

“We can go shopping together properly after you get settled in a little better.” Alvida offers. “Nami, Av, and Unaek can come too. Koala too maybe, she’s a little touch and go with shopping.”

“Why-.” Be so kind to you? Why say it so nonchalantly? Why, why, why, “… so many people?”

“Eh, it can be more fun that way. With other people around it makes it easier to accept gifts vs picking stuff out for yourself.” She doesn’t look at you as she says it, but you feel like you’re getting called out. “Besides, Nami needs a crowd, and you want her with you if you go shopping by default. She gets such good deals you’d think she really had just up and stolen it.”

“I didn’t think anyone who worked here would be poor.” You say, looking through the first bag nearest you.

“Oh she’s not poor,” Alvida laughs. “She just goes hard for the good bargains. Relentlessly. It’s almost like a kind of therapy for her.”

“Huh. Alright then.” You mutter absently, pulling out different pieces of clothes and starting to put together something to wear. You were used to cobbling something decent from almost nothing, whenever Arlong didn’t just hand you a full outfit or uniform, and were pretty good at it. Enough to blend in at least.

“I can bring breakfast up here for you, or you can come down and eat at the bar. We’re not open yet, so it’s just the openers and some of the cell mates.”

“Cell mates?” You question, looking over at her.

Alvida smiles. “Joint used to be a prison.” She points up. “Ten floors total. The first three floors were remodeled entirely, that’s the club proper. The ceiling in the main area seems stupidly high because three prison levels are almost four residential stories. But that allowed for all the needed customizations, and then this floor is the VIP guest floor.

“It’s also where the main offices are, but the owners aren’t going to pop out of the walls like daisies, so don’t get nervous going from where ever to here.” She clarifies and you scoff.

“Floors six to ten had the least amount of remodeling. Clusters of cells were combined and they were turned into apartments. They’re pretty swank, if not a little kinky if you think about it for too long. Lots of the workers live there, rent’s cheap, and there’s a certain level of security staying above The Club.”

“And y’all call those people cell mates?”

“Lovingly,” Alvida says with a grin. “Lots of people here were either pirates or are related to ‘em, so there’s a certain kind of vibe when it comes to the humor.”

You snort, unsure if you really know what normal is in any capacity. You should fit right in with the average worker in The Club, if nothing else.

“I’ll… come down for breakfast. I’m going to be meeting people one way or another.” You admit. The idea doesn’t have you leaping for joy, but so far no one you’ve met is unreasonable, so you’re not worried. You don’t think Shakky would put up with anyone like that in the first place.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it then,” Alvida says, stepping away. “Just come down to the bar and Katakuri’ll get you sorted.”

You don’t ask who Katakuri is, and Alvida doesn’t hang around to answer you. You figure it’ll either be painfully obvious, or it’ll be just as easy to ask someone when you get downstairs. It takes a couple tries to find a bra that fits, but you’re not surprised that one of them does. So far it seems like this place is full of competent people, and that gnaws at you a little, but you shove it away for now. There’s nothing to be done except go with the flow at this point.

The jeans are baggy, but not too long or heavy. You liked the feel of a long-sleeved shirt the most, but the neckline cut across your shoulders it was so low, so you put a t-shirt with a graphic on it that caught your eye over top of it.

Sitting down to put on socks your breath catches in your throat. They’re new. Thick and soft and there’s no holes or stains. The clothes felt weird too, like they were just as new, even though Alvida said they were from her attic. It was possible she just took real good care of her things, she struck you as the type to be good at sewing just so she could fix something to her own standards.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and your clothes were clean at the same time. Last Christmas maybe.

“Some kind of emotional warfare or something.” You grumble to yourself, pulling the socks on and getting your shoes on before you head downstairs.

The Club at eight something in the morning is very different from how it looked last night. There’s the soft scent of cleaning solutions and freshly vacuumed carpets in the air when you first get off the elevator. The interior lights are a little brighter, a gentle pale blue instead of the pinkish red vibe last night. The music’s more chill too, but it might be just because it’s not open yet.

Nothing else really looked any different. It was amazing what changes lighting and music could do to a place.

Only one person was behind the bar when you made it downstairs. He was tall. Tallest person you think you’d ever seen in your life and it was actually impressive he could move around behind the bar and not take out rows of empty glasses.

A white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a few buttons tastefully undone with a vest pulling it all together. Dress slacks, half-gloves and it looked like he was wearing a custom silk face mask that covered his nose and mouth, leaving just his eyes and cropped magenta hair exposed.

“Uh… Katakuri?” You question and he nods.

“You must be the guest.” His voice is even, smooth, and a little deep. He’s probably just as good at selling drinks as he is getting people to stop when they’ve had too much.

“Yeah, uh, Alvi said to come here for breakfast?” The question barely leaves your lips and he nods toward the bar, indicating for you to sit, so you do.

“Coffee?” Katakuri prompts and you nod.

“Please.”

You start to ask what they have for breakfast when a red head in sharp sunglasses comes out of the kitchen. He walks straight toward you like you already knew one another, and gives you a big, sharp, toothy smile.

Part fishman? You feel your hackles raise and immediately shove them back down. You decided some years ago that Arlong and his crew weren’t going to make you into some kind of racist asshole.

He sets a plate down in front of you as Katakuri puts a cup of coffee, and a glass of water, nearby.

“Omurice!” The red head declares. “It’s all I’m allowed to make, but Thatch says it’s good enough to be served. Oh! if you’re allergic to eggs or rice or something I can get someone else in the kitchen to make ya something different, no hard feelings or anything.”

“Ah, no this… should be fine.” You manage. It’s a bit too much for first thing in the morning, but whoever Thatch is, maybe getting his approval is a big deal. “Thanks, uh…”

“Shachi.” Katakuri says, the smallest hint of irritation in his voice.

“Oh! Right, sorry sorry.” The young man lifts his glasses up, flashing a pair of deep green eyes at you to go with his broad smile before bowing. “Shachi, at your service, honored guest.” He straightens back up, putting the glasses back in place. “Seriously, if you want something else, don’t hesitate to ask for it.”

Shachi gives you and Katakuri a short nod before heading back into the kitchen.

You look up at the big guy behind the bar. “Honored guest?”

“First time Shakky’s declared someone her guest since I’ve been here.” He answers evenly as you dig into your breakfast.

“Wow, this is delicious.” You mutter the words, but you’re honestly shocked by how good it is. “Thatch must be a real bastard if that guy can cook this good and it’s all he’s allowed to make.”

Katakuri makes a noise like a grunt and when you look up you’re almost positive he’s smiling from behind the mask.

“He’d cry if you told him that.”

You laugh at the remark. “Which he?”

“Both.” Katakuri answers and you almost choke trying not to laugh.

A beautiful young man with dark skin and long wavy black hair walks up to the bar, him and his companion regarding you with polite, and curious smiles. She’s a little shorter than him, athletic, with short cropped hair, a section of it is blonde while the rest is brown. From your perspective they’ve both walked out of a photo-shoot even if their uniform are just slate grey tops and black pants.

“You must be the guest. I’m River,” he says, introducing himself as he extends a hand to you. You’re still eating so you just kind of look at it and then back up to him. The awkward look on his face speaks for itself and you give him a wary smile.

“Pleasure.”

“Jocasta,” the lady with him says. She doesn’t extend her hand, patting River comfortingly as she lowers his hand for him. “Are you better with faces or names?”

“…Faces.” You admit after a moment.

“Good, we wear name tags during shift so you’ll learn people’s names eventually. If you tell Kata the basic appearance of who you’re looking for he’ll steer you right, so don’t let the flood of introductions worry you.” She offers up.

“You’re… hosts then?” You question, figuring it’s way too early for any escorts to be around.

River pales, which is impressive for someone who looked more Alabastan than local, but his chestnut skin seems to loose some of it’s saturation. Maybe it’s just the semi-horrified look on his face.

“Heavens no.” He answers. “I’m a stagehand mostly. I do some dances, but I couldn’t host.”

“I help backstage and in the front of the house getting people checked in.” Jocasta explains, a big grin on her face. At the least she seems to have taken your confusion as a compliment.

“You’re both so pretty, though. Him especially.” You remark bluntly, pointing to River with your fork.

“Oh.” Jocasta’s fair features flush and River preens a little, the color coming back into his face.

“Leave her alone so she can eat, you two.” A gruff voice says and you turn to see two very tall, broad shouldered guys dressed in black coming over to your little gathering.

One’s a little taller than the other and looks incredibly bored, with dark eyes and dark cropped hair. The one with him has barbed wire tattoos everywhere as far as you can see, pale blue hair in dreads that he’s already pulling back and tying into place.

“Heat,” he says simply and then nods his head toward the other. “Wire. Bouncers by day, kitchen staff by night.”

“Other way around.” Wire grumbles, rolling his eyes. It’s probably all the effort he can muster.

You incline your head. “The guest.” You offer up, unsure how bringing up your lack of name would go this early. You hear Wire grunt and see the ghost of a smile on his lips. The dry humor is appreciated, it seems.

“C’mon Jo, help me get some omelets going.” Heat says to Jocasta and the two head off to the kitchen. River stands there awkwardly for a moment longer before Wire practically lifts him up and walks off with him.

A yawn pulls your attention down the other side of the bar and you see a sleepy young blonde man looking back at you. There’s an impressive scar on his face, but it’s seemed to have spared his eye, as two eyes take you in. Katakuri sets a cup of coffee nearby even though you didn’t hear anything but a yawn come from him and the young man gives you a smile.

Straightening up he takes a few heavy chugs of the coffee and sighs. It would be dramatic under any other circumstances, but he seems genuinely relieved to have the coffee. If there was anything about him that was dramatic currently, it was the ascot, three-layer suit and leather gloves that he was wearing.

He looked like he was getting ready to go work at a hedge fund or lawyer’s office.

“Sabo,” he offers, inclining his head. “You’re Girl.” He manages to say the designation like an actual name so smoothly you’re not sure how to react.

“Uh… yeah.”

“I,” he begins, emphasizing the word. “Actually am a host… and escort.” Covering his face with a gloved hand he yawns, drinking more of the coffee before continuing. “And I provide legal services when needed. Even if that means staying up all night. Ah, Kata, is there a spare room down here?”

“Four’s unbooked.” Katakuri replies. “I’ll come get you in a couple hours.”

“Divine,” Sabo hums, draining the rest of the coffee. He walks by you, stopping and leaning in just a little. “Don’t stare, dear guest.”

“I… wasn’t?” You tilt your head in confusion as Sabo walks away and see him jerk his thumb toward the front. You don’t even have to turn and look, because someone shouts at Katakuri.

“Oi! Is Marco in?” The voice is rough and angry, like the person speaking is looking to beat Marco within an inch of his life, whoever that is.

You turn and look as Katakuri answers him and if it wasn’t for Sabo’s warning your eyes might’ve fallen out of your head.

Half as wide as he is tall, and fuck he’s tall, is a pale skinned, red-headed behemoth of a man stalking toward the bar like he has half a mind to pick it up. He was shorter than Katakuri, but you were pretty sure the red-head could pick him up too while he was at it, just out of spite.

Aside from looking like a hoodlum he was gorgeous. His skin was flawless, and the deep blood-red lipstick suited him well. He was mostly topless, a few seemingly random necklaces on, all made of leather and metal, with the same style of bracelets on his arms. Tight jeans and matte black boots finished the look - it was hard not to stare.

“He’s in.” Katakuri answers, and the large angry man’s expression shifts from aggravation to a big grin. His bright eyes move away from the barkeep to you, and you look back.

“Wanna take a picture, darlin’?” He offers and you grin.

“Rather have enough time to commit those abs to memory,” you retort, turning back to your breakfast.

He laughs. “Fuck yeah, that’s the kind of shit I like to hear.” Sitting down next to you, everything about his body language says you have his attention. “I’d wonder if you could afford me, sweetheart, but hells for a set of lips like that I’d be willing to negotiate.”

“Eustass,” Katakuri’s voice has an edge to it, and your new friend turns to look at him. “She’s Shakky’s guest.”

“Ah. Well, you probably could afford me then.” He says with a grin. “Eustass Kid, at your service, honored guest.” Kid says the words with decorum and a wink, but his expression is far from proper.

You let your eyes slide down his abs and back up. Getting a closer look you realize he’s covered in hickies and scratches. You wonder idly if Marco gave them to him, but decide not to ask. Kid seems perfectly content to let you look.

“I’d love to stay and play,” He says as your eyes make it back up to his. The salacious grin on his face seems to want to just eat you alive. “Maybe another time, honored guest.”

“Mm,” you hum, giving him a smile as he gets up and leaves while you return to your breakfast.

“Is it always this busy in the morning?” You ask idly, not even really sure Katakuri’s still hanging around where you are.

“Usually worse.” The answer comes from a new voice and you look over to see someone a couple seats down. He’s got a newsboy cap on that’s pulled down almost to his nose.

“Thought you were off today, Penguin.” Katakuri says.

Penguin smiles and stretches. “Yeah. Shakky asked me to come in and cover Sabo’s first slot so he could get a little more sleep. No one needs him speaking in tongues to a guest again.”

Again?

Katakuri grunts and inclines his head to the side. “He’s in number four, if you want to wake him up once you’re done.”

“Perfect.” Penguin hums before coming over a little closer. “It was a pleasure, miss.” He gives you an easy crooked grin, looking up at you from under the brim of his hat. Despite the darkness around his eyes from the cap the deep blue irises are clear.

The act and the words - you didn’t even say anything to him directly, but somehow the farewell is smooth and not at all akward - has the heat rising in your face.

“Yeah,” you agree quietly. The crooked grin turns into an almost shy smile and he steps away, heading toward the kitchen. Resolved to finish eating your breakfast, you were convinced the club’s entire staff was decidedly too gods-be-damned good looking.

It made sense, probably, given the whole concept of hosts and escorts and such. Shakky was beautiful in a way that seemed both completely otherworldly, and also totally effortless. Maybe she had like some kind of devil fruit power that gave her an aura or something that made everyone around her beautiful.

Maybe it was black magic.

Maybe people just looked better in general if they weren’t threatening to throw you off a building every other week.

After you finish up your breakfast, Jocasta returns with two other girls. One’s about her height with a mass of curly hair and a disposition that’s so cheerful you half expect her to burst into actual sunlight. The other has cropped orange hair and a more tempered smile, but they both look nice enough. All three are in similar styled clothing, and Jo introduces them.

“This is Ikkaku and this is Koala,” she says, motioning to each in turn. “We thought we could give you the sixty-four beri tour if you wanted.”

“Not yet.” Katakuri says from behind the bar, looking at you when you turn back toward him. “Shakky says to come up to the office when you’re done eating. Vi should be down- ah, there she is.”

You follow his gaze to a tall young lady approaching the rest of you. She’s tan like River, with powder blue hair and bright eyes. Where as everyone else was in some kind of uniform, she seemed to be dressed a step above, though the running theme was still there, and along with her pencil skirt and button up blouse, she wore a vest.

You notice a pin on the vest and look back over to Katakuri to see a similar, but slightly different one. You thought you might have seen something like it on Penguin too, but weren’t sure. Sabo wasn’t in uniform and Kid was shirtless. Everyone else said they were working behind the scenes, so maybe it had to do with something else.

Vivi nods at the others before smiling at you. “It would be my honor to escort you to the office, Miss Girl.” She states, saying your “name” as easily as Sabo had.

“Uh, sure.” Looking over at Jocasta you aren’t sure what to say. “Later?”

Jo smiles. “Sure, and hey, you might get the sixty-four million beri tour from the Owners, so don’t feel bad if that happens.”

“We can still give you the cheap tour later,” Ikkaku grins. “Seeing The Club in different ways is good for you.”

“Sure,” you manage something of a smile as you follow along with Vivi. The hardest part, if you ended up staying, was going to be getting used to genuinely friendly people.

“I hope breakfast was satisfactory.” Vivi questions as you head back to the elevator you used to get to your room.

“Oh yeah, that was the best breakfast I think I’ve ever had.” You answer. “I think I met like a dozen people too. Nice buncha folks you got here.”

“That’s good to hear. I think Shakky was worried you’d get overwhelmed.”

“Huh? What, oh no, crowds ain’t nothing. I didn’t exactly play beri-poker with anyone, but they didn’t like, toss me in a box or something and only let me out when they needed me.”

“That’s… quite specific.” Vivi says sheepishly.

“Eh, Arlong threatened it a couple times, I guess it stuck.” You shrug.

Vivi stops at the beginning of a long hall that was on the other side of the elevator from the direction of your room. She points to a painting that has three people on it. You recognize Shakky, so you imagine the other two must be the other owners. It looks very much like it was commissioned specifically for the reason Vivi was about to demonstrate.

“You’ve met Shakky, but she’s technically the primary owner. The other two don’t make club-wide decisions without her say. Next is Sir Crocodile,” she indicates a severe looking man with a gnarly scar across his face. You did not need to ask why that was his name. “He handles the finances and balances Shakky and Rayleigh.” She points to the old man in the painting. Despite being older than the other two, there’s a youthful vibe about him. You imagine he gets into all sorts of trouble.

“Rayleigh is the buffer between them and the clients. Usually people will meet with Rayleigh. They’ve got to win him over first to have any hope with the other two.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate the rundown, but why tell me all this?”

“Two reasons: I don’t know why you’re going in there, and this could be useful. But I know that Arlong is coming to join the meeting, and he knows everyone in there. It’s only fair you know as much as I can tell you in the next few minutes.” Vivi answers.

“I’m going in there because Arlong almost killed me at the back of your club last night.” You answer flatly, watching her eyes go wide for a moment. “Shakky said she’d buy my debt, and made Arlong leave.”

Vivi goes quiet for a moment and then smiles, turning down the hall toward the large doors awaiting you. “If there’s a seat next to Sir Crocodile, I recommend you sit there, honored guest.”

“Sure… uh, why?” You question, following her down the hall.

“Of the three he has the least patience. If Arlong approaches you, he’ll have to get closer to Crocodile, and the boss might kill him just for that.” She answers with a bright smile on her face.

[lady-lauren]

alrighty, after taking some anime figurines from @melon-fodder, it is now time for all of you to steal from my room, so

tagging @shaanks @tetzoro @spacelabrathor @oooohno @whats-her-quirk to have their rooms raided and anyone else too 💕

[starlightbelle]

WIP game!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

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Thank you @plusultraetc for tagging me!! 🙏 So…my WIPs aren’t organized in one cohesive folder (I normally write on my phone nowadays) 😅

Most of these won’t have actual titles yet, it’s all part of the process

- Calico Road (working title) - unnamed Sabo&Isuka fic - unnamed Rosinante+Viola fic - ASL Modern AU - Touya Todoroki Pro Hero AU - Izuku training with Aizawa post-canon fic - The Reindeer Serenade (working title)

I have many random notes I’ve jotted down of ideas, scenes, and dialogue that would take too long to count (let alone list) so I hope these will suffice. I also excluded the works I have in the waiting room (completed but not yet shared)

tagging: @blinkeasy @gendervapor14 @sailing-ever-west @balsee @shaanks @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday @forgedobsidian and anyone else who wants to join in!

[quinloki]

Quin brother mine I don't even usually simp after Buggy that way but the bit with him and Croc oh my GOD. Gesus fuck even. Good gracious me.

I was confused for a hot second because the Law/Zoro piece just dropped and you're in here talking about Buggy and it just took my brain a moment to catch up XD

But I'm caught up - and I'm glad you enjoyed it \o/

Buggy winning by losing as per his usual.

I just knew unless the poll forced it, Crocodile wasn't going to share anymore than he absolutely had too. And gods have mercy on you both if Buggy had somehow ended up winning.

I think it still would've been hot, but I just might be bias when it comes to my own ideas XD

>.>

If buggy had won:

Crocodile would be railing him, while Buggy railed you, and he's not letting either one of you take a break. He's big enough to grab your legs from around Buggy and keep you both overstimulated for hours.

There's more cum than cock in both you and the clown by the end of it >.>

[marleysfinest]

Oh, Muvva, I hope I'm not too late for the festivities! You deserve nothing but the best in light of such a stupendous tumblr milestone! 🥰🥰🥰

Now as to the shoutouts! Apologies on the length, I got a lot of love to get off my chest

@strawberrystepmom: Kendy, you are one of the kindest, sweetest, most gorgeous girly pops I have had the pleasure of interacting with!💖💖💖 Your daily messages and OOTDs always brighten my day, Pip is an adorable little man, and your anecdotes of Suguru and the Meow Meow Mansion are such a treat!

@quiveringdeer Nat, you queen among queens!🧡🧡🧡 You and Kendy both inspired me to take the plunge and make a tumblr! You're so nice and encouraging, I love hearing about your work with nature and seeing all your gorgeous paintings and crafts!

@shaanks Av, you beautiful tropical red-hairloving fish! 💕🐠 Your compassion knows no bounds, I love getting to chat with you about One Piece and movies and how our days have been going. I already liked Shanks before we met, but you've made me love him even more!

@majesticenbypancake Jaaaae, if I could carry you around with me in my pocket all day like a little gerbil and offer you biscuits to eat, I would! 😭💜💜💜 You light up my DMs with your jokes and stories and exquisite cosplays, and I have wept tears of both joy and agony from all the wonderful Killer songs you've sent me!

@mjrtaurus My fellow Crocodile enthusiast!!!! 🐊💕💕💕 Did you know that I giggle and kick my feet whenever I see you in my inbox? You have one of the best grasps of Crocodile's character and you're incredibly sweet!

@inzendino Whether it's Devil Fruit switch-ups, facts about other franchises, little What Ifs?, or fun prompts, you always keep my ask box supplied with some real gems and I thank you so very much for that! 🥰🥰🥰

@lycanthropemaul Maul, I hope you know that every time I see a ferret, a vintage plushie, a vintage plushie of a ferret, or Garfield, I think of you! You're so kind and gentle and I love talking critters with ya! And ofc the Pop and Punk pics! 🥹🥹🥹 Man, I wish tumblr had a ferret emoji

@preciousgaby Cross Guild lovers all the way!!! 💙💛💚 Ping-ponging ideas about these old men and their growing family with you brings me truckloads upon truckloads of serotonin!

@erwinswings You are one of the most knowledgeable herpetologists I know, on top of having some awesome OCs (shout-out to Fox and his legions of geckos!🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎) and I always look forward to Zeke pics on my dash!

@quinloki On top of having some of the best Kid Pirate takes I've ever seen, you're such a kind soul and the fact that we are moots is something I'm incredibly grateful for. Also the puns. The PUNS! 👏👏👏

@swampstew RAVEEEEEN! Your versions of the Kid Pirates are sublime and funny and they have me barking like a wound-up terrier omg they so foine! 🥵🥵🥵 Rowena is the most badass witch to ever witch, KillerCook is delectable in every sense of the word, and I always look forward to watching the Kid shrine grow

@icy-spicy How does it feel to have the honor of #1 Shriek stan? 🦇🦇🦇 Getting to have the filthiest thoughts about Killer and Beckman and so many other fictional men with you is a dream come truuuuue!

And that's barely even half of all the friends and moots that I cherish so very much, but I know this ask is already running long. 😅

Happy 500, Muvva! Mwahmwahmwah! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

cas u are never too late to share the luv!! 💓💓💓

spread the love with muvva’s feel good 500!

[petrichorium]

-kicking Shanks' wiki page under the rug- ANYWAY yes I think Lyle is a spectacular crappy (ex) husband character. on the edge of my seat about your Luffy story fr c:

PLS ITS SHORT I FEAR I HAVE OVERHYPED IT idk I have. Many ideas these two have Such a backstory in my head but I’ll probs be writing it one lil snippet at a time so it doesn’t get stuck in limbo…….. then maybe I’ll try to piece them together into a coherent story after posting idkJDNFKSNKFN

[mandiemegatron]

mandieeee hello how are you how have your holidays been??

Av my lovely !! 🥰🥰 I'm doing okay my friend, hanging in and thankful this crazy season is finally over and we're one step closer to the new year !!! It was fun but I am so peopled out and just need a day to simmer down !! 😭😭

How was your holidays ?! I hope you had lots of good food and got the sound time with the people who matter most 🥺🥺💖💖💖 all my love to u, thank you so much for stopping by 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖

[swampstew]

WIP Game

Thank you for the tags @eustasscapitankid and @shaanks - its so cool seeing people's works in progress, makes me feel part of a greater club of cool people :3

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

My current WIPS (and I have a ton but I'll only post the ones I'm super passionate about)

At First Sight - Wattpad | AO3

Untitled Draft - Wattpad | AO3

Turn Back Time - Wattpad | AO3

KillerCook - Wattpad | AO3

Captain_CumShot - Wattpad | AO3

Brown Eyed Trouble - draft stage

No pressure tagging: @abysscronica @icy-spicy @demonbanger @limitlesstildil @leakyweepn @jaeellec @multifandomthoughts @starblazer124 @momodwriter @roman0writes

[inquisitor-runa]

You buy new lingerie and send them a picture wearing it

cont: swearing, suggestiveness, crack

fem reader.

MINORS DNI

Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Sanji, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.

@mochiclouds, @redpool , @luffysinterlude , @theonlykawaiigod-blog , @shaanks , @guillotine-enjoyer , @commanderfreethatdust , @meritxellao , @love-marimo , @jintaka-hane , @kittyoncescribbled , @thetempleofthemasaigoddess , @diarythroughmylens , @queitghoulwhispering , @pandabiene5115 , @makizennin , @shanks-is-a-daddy , @fuckisthatahotghost , @lilink , @silliestgoobster