#wb pirates x reader

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wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention

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If you called Ace "Angel" as a pet name he would literally burst into tears.

Just a thought

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seeing that you all want Ace, I'll give you Ace!

Sad little fiftht division commander

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platonic yandere WB and orphan feral child reader

Solitude

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates x GN Child Reader

5.3k words

Summary: Your life of isolation on an abandoned island is interrupted when a mistake leads to you being spotted by some pirates.

Warnings: brief descriptions of death and violence, starvation, drugging, forced adoption, platonic yanderes

Creeping closer to the shoreline left your nerves rattled. While it wasn’t unheard of for pirates to stop at this island, you’ve never seen a ship so big before. You stare in awe and fear at the behemoth of a ship stationed not far from the shore.

From your hiding spot under some brush, you’ve seen several pirates leave the ship and disperse throughout the island. Presumably, they were looking for food. They wouldn’t find much. This has been a bad year for fruit and berries, and the few animals that called this island home were getting harder and harder to catch.

Frustration ate away at you. There was so little for you to eat as is, and these people were about to steal what was left. You were already starving, and now it’s about to get worse. Still, you weren’t stupid enough to confront them about it. Talking to pirates was a dangerous idea… you learned that lesson the hard way.

Being stranded wasn’t so bad at first. You still had your mom and dad, and they took care of the bulk of the work. They’d built the treehouse that you call home and taught you how to survive. While they were always trying to flag down passing ships for help, you’d never cared all that much about it. You could barely even remember what civilization was like anymore, so you felt no real desire to go back to it. Being alone with your family was all that you knew, and the idea of anything else felt scary.

Everything came crashing down the day that some pirates docked at the island. Your parents told you to stay put in the treehouse and approached the crew to beg them for a ride back home. Following them was something you would go on to regret for the rest of your life. Despite your family being nothing but kind and respectful… they were brutalized. All you could do was watch in terror as your parents were beaten to death for “bothering” the pirates.

You hated pirates. 

Dragging your parents’ battered bodies back home was a grueling effort. They were so much bigger than you were, and you couldn’t stop crying as you looked at their bodies. If you hadn't seen it happen, you wouldn’t have even been sure it was them. Then you had to dig their graves with your bare hands. It took all day to get both of the holes deep enough to put them into. You brought over the biggest rocks you could carry as a way to mark where they were so you would never forget.

Ever since that day, you’ve been completely alone. It was hard. So much harder than you ever imagined. It’s not like you didn’t know how much your parents had done for you while they were still alive, but it was completely different having to now do all of it by yourself without any guidance. 

Gathering and storing rainwater was all up to you, getting food was all up to you, starting fires to cook meat and keep warm was all up to you. There were many points during the first year by yourself where you thought you were going to die. Miraculously, you managed to survive and settle into your independent role. You’ve survived on your own for a little over three years now by following your instincts and what your parents taught you. Today was the first time you’ve considered going against one of your rules.

You knew that your next course of action should be to leave and hide out until these pirates get off the island. Getting as close as you already have was needlessly risky, but you couldn’t help it. They were cooking up a bunch of food on the beach and it smelled amazing. Your stomach growled and you were salivating as the aroma of cooking meat assaulted your senses. Maybe it’s because you were starving from struggling to forage this year, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

It was stupid… but you need food. If they’re going to take your food, then why shouldn’t you take some of theirs? The guy that had been cooking left a little while ago to go back to the ship for something, and no one else was around. If you were quick… This should be fine.

After taking another glance around to confirm that no one would see you, you spring out of the bushes and sprint for where the food is. There are several tables littered with food. You skid to a stop in front of one and grab the first thing that you see. Crouching down behind the table, you examine your find. It’s brown and has a tough, yet crumbly exterior. When you squeeze it, it gives easily and crackles under the force of your hands. Without a second of hesitation, you bring it to your mouth and bite into it. The inside is white and much softer. It’s simultaneously chewy and crunchy, and you love it. Your eyes start to grow wet as you chew it.

It tastes so good.

The rest of it is eaten in seconds, and then you grab more of these things off the table and stuff them into your bag that you carry with you everywhere. As much as you want to sample everything now, you have no idea how much time you have before someone comes back. Getting caught was not an option. If pirates killed your parents just for speaking to them, you didn’t want to find out what they would do to someone who stole from them.

Random food is stuffed into your bag as you frantically look around for signs of someone coming back. You approach the fire that has meat roasting over it. Your mouth watered as you smelled it from so close up. You reach for it, then pull your hand away. It would make more sense to cut off a piece with your knife. Grabbing something that’s roasting over an open fire will just burn your hand.

You drop to your knees and try to find your hunting knife in your bag. Just as you find it, you hear something. Footsteps. Your heart hammers in your chest and you frantically scramble under the nearest table. Peeking out from under the table, you see the cook coming back with a basket in his arms. He drops it on a table, then walks over to where the meat is cooking and checks on it.

One of your hands clutches your knife, while the other covers your nose and mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your heart is pounding in your chest so loud that you’re scared he’s going to hear it.

The man approaches the table you’re under and stops moving. You shake in fear, thinking you’ve been found. He lets out an exasperated sigh and calls out, “Can you people not wait ten minutes before pillaging?!” He grumbles under his breath about bottomless pits and starts to turn away, only to stop when he hears something.

Your stomach growling.

Trying to clutch your stomach does nothing. It’s too late now. You can only hope that he didn’t actually hear that, but it was so loud. What feels like hours pass in the tensest silence of your life, then a hand shoots under the table and grabs your arm before hauling you out into the open.

You’re effortlessly brought up to eye level with the cook, who stares at you with a baffled expression. His mouth opens and closes a few times before words actually come out. “Who… Where did you come from?”

Finally, your instincts override your terror, and you slash at him with your knife. His arms are so long that you can’t even reach him, but the action is still enough to be startling and make him drop you. The second you hit the ground, you run. You duck under the table to grab your bag and then take off towards the woods.

“Hey, wait! Come back!”

The cook tries to run after you, but you’re able to easily lose him once you enter the forest. There are plenty of tight squeezes that you know someone his size won’t be able to fit through. It’s not long before you’ve stopped hearing his voice and you can finally slow down. You lean against a tree as you catch your breath.

Normally, you wouldn’t get exhausted so easily, but your emaciated body couldn’t handle much exertion anymore. You pant hard and cough loudly as you sink to the ground. Internally, you curse at yourself for being so weak. You need to get back to the treehouse. Just because that one guy gave up didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be others.

Forcing yourself to get back on your feet, you continue the trek back home. You pull out another one of those brown things from your bag and start munching on it. This one tastes just as good as the last, and you can’t help but wonder what it is. It isn’t like anything you’ve ever had before. 

As you walk, you hear something strange. You freeze and look around. It sounds like… a bird? But the flap of the wings is much louder than you’re used to. You whip your head around frantically while trying to identify the source.

Then you see it. A giant, blue bird was flying overhead. And it looked like it was on fire. You watch, slack jawed, as it lands on a branch above your head and peers down at you. It isn’t behaving aggressively, but that isn’t enough to quell your fear. That bird could easily swoop down and pick you up, and its talons looked like they were as long as your fingers. You start walking backwards while keeping your eyes locked on the animal. You aren’t far from your treehouse now. If you could just get in there, you should be safe. That giant bird looked too big to fit inside.

Much to your horror, the bird starts following you from a distance. Its actions aren’t necessarily predatory yet, but you figure that’s only because it’s trying to decide if you’re worth the effort to prey on or not. It takes effort to not run, but you’ve learned over the years that doing that will only encourage the animal to attack. You walk at a brisk pace while watching the bird as closely as you can while periodically glancing over your shoulder to make sure that you’re still going the right way.

You’re relieved when you see your treehouse come into view, only to quickly become distressed when the bird lands on one of the branches supporting it. This is enough to give you pause about entering it. You really don’t want to get too close to that bird. It could easily carry you away if it was able to grab you… but it hasn’t behaved like a predator at all yet. Maybe it’s just curious and will go away once you get inside?

Taking a deep breath to settle your rattled nerves, you start climbing up the tree. There used to be a rope ladder, but it fell apart about a year ago, so now you’re stuck scaling the tree using its trunk, branches and the vines growing on it.

Once again, your weakened state was taking a heavy toll on you. Normally, you could get from the forest floor to the treehouse in a matter of seconds. Today, after your previous run and the fast paced walking you did, you were so exhausted that you had to take a break halfway up. A vine is tightly clutched in your shaky hands to help keep you steady as you sit on one of the branches, trying to catch your breath and get your head to stop spinning.

The familiar sound of heavy wings flapping cuts through the air again, and you look up in hopes that you’ll see that weird bird flying away. The bird flies behind the tree, then comes around and lands on another branch. The one that you’re on. 

The branch dips under the added weight of the large bird, forcing you to hold onto the vine tighter to keep from falling. Your heart was pounding again as the creature inched closer to you. You’re frozen in fear and stuck staring up at it as its head cranes over to you. The way its eyes examine you feels weird. It seems so… calculated. Intelligent. Birds’ eyes have never looked so purposeful to you.

Now that it’s so close, you can’t help but be drawn to the markings around its eyes. The way that the purple feathers frame them reminds you of the glasses that your father wore. The reminder makes your chest feel weird, so you quickly dismiss it. This isn’t a good time to be getting sentimental. You need to get into your treehouse before those pirates spot you, or this bird decides that it wants to eat you.

Using a burst of energy brought on by your desire to not become a snack, you frantically close the gap between you and your home. The bird doesn’t lunge after you, much to your relief, but you still slam the hatch shut as soon as you get through the hole in the floor that acts as the entrance to your treehouse. You collapse on the floor, gasping for breath and coughing loudly between each ragged inhale.

You freeze and snap your head up when you hear the bird take off, and you wonder if it’s about to attack your home. It’s so large that you think it would be able to cave in the roof just from landing on it. Much to your relief, however, the flaps of its powerful wings grow more and more faint as the animal flies away from your home. Your head falls back onto the floor as the tension finally leaves your body.

It takes a while for you to recover from your exhaustion enough to get to your feet. When you do, you trudge over to the pile of fabrics and furs that make up your bed and fall onto it. You slide your bag off your shoulder and rip open the flap so you can finally sate your appetite with your findings.

Everything is okay. You’re safe for now.

At first, all you can do is gawk at how much food you have. You’ve never had so much food at once. It’s almost overwhelming to have so many options in front of you in such a plentiful amount.

Snapping out of your choice paralysis, you grab something that you think is a fruit. It’s bright orange, and the skin feels thick and textured. You sniff it, but the smell isn’t all that strong. Experimentally, you bite into it. The skin is tough, but once your teeth break through, juice squirts out and drips down your hands and into your mouth. The taste is like nothing you’ve ever had before. It’s so strong and sweet and it makes your mouth feel funny, but in a good way. You rip out the chunk you bit into and chew it. The skin doesn’t taste very good, and you wonder if you’re even supposed to eat it. You pick off pieces of the skin until you can bite into just the flesh of the fruit. When you do, you feel like your previous assumption about the skin was correct. Eating the flesh directly was infinitely better with the skin out of the way.

You make quick work of the rest of the fruit. Your hands and face are sticky, but you’re feeling happy for once. You took a major risk stealing this stuff, but it felt worth it. Your stomach was going to be full, and you got to taste new things, even if it would be just this once. You’re about to dive back into your bag of goodies, but then you hear it.

Footsteps. Lots of them. 

Your previous elation is gone in an instant and replaced with raw fear. You unsheath your hunting knife and drop into a crawl. You go over to where there’s a small split in the wall for you to peer out of without risking being seen. As you squint through the crack, your heart drops into your stomach when you see three people approaching the tree your home is in. One of them is the cook that saw you earlier. You start to panic, realizing that you’ve been hunted down.

This is it for you. You’re about to suffer the same fate as your parents because you got careless. 

You scurry backwards until your back is against one of the walls. There’s only one way in and out of this treehouse: the hatch on the floor. It isn’t very big, only one person can climb through at a time. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to take them on as each comes through. It’s unlikely, but this is your only chance. You refuse to just roll over and let them kill you. If you die today, you’ll go down fighting.

The walls muffle noise from the outside, making it impossible for you to make out what’s being said. What you can hear loud and clear is someone scaling up the tree. The branches creak loudly under that person’s weight as they easily climb up. In mere seconds, you see the hatch get pushed up and to the side. Your fingers squeeze around the hilt of your knife in preparation for what you need to do.

A head pokes through. A man with dark hair and freckles on his face peers around your treehouse. He chuckles quietly and mutters to himself, “This really takes me back.”

He starts to haul himself through the hole, and that’s when you finally spring into action. You lunge at him with a snarl and bring your blade down on his neck with all your might. At least you tried to. 

With seemingly no effort, the man grabs your wrist, effectively bringing you to a halt. His grip is impossibly strong. You try to pull away, but he won’t budge. You expect the man to snap your arm or hit you with an attack of his own, but he barely even reacts to you. He keeps a firm, yet surprisingly painless, grip on you while he finishes climbing into your home. He speaks to you in a casual tone, “Relax, kid. No one’s here to hurt you.”

Your wrist is released, but he snatches your knife out of your hand and closely examines it. He runs his thumb along the edge and laughs a little. “Damn, I didn’t even need to block. This thing is so dull that I don’t think it would have been able to cut me.” When he looks back up at you, you scramble back, completely terrified from how easily this guy disarmed you. The man notes your apparent terror and sets down your knife before holding his hands up, “Hey, take it easy. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. No one will.” A hand is extended toward you. The hand is open and relaxed. “I’m Ace. What’s your name?”

All that you do is stare at him. You’re not sure what he’s doing. Does he expect you to give him something after he already took your knife? 

The smile that he was sporting drops slightly, and he retracts his hand. “Not much for handshakes? Can you at least tell me your name?” Again, you just stare at him. You don’t know why he’s behaving the way he is, which only makes you more anxious. Ace’s smile droops more. “Can you talk? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You decide to answer his last question with a tense nod. The response makes his smile return and he appears to be oddly relieved for reasons that you can’t fathom.

Ace scoots closer to you while pulling something off of his belt. “That’s good. I was starting to get worried that I’d have to act out everything.” He removes the top from the thing he pulled off his belt and holds it out to you. You can’t see what’s inside it from where you’re crouched, but you can see steam coming out of it. “Here, I brought something for you.”

When you don’t make a move to take it from him, he sighs and sets it down on the floor before moving back. “No need to be so suspicious, kid. Thatch warmed up some milk and honey for you. He thought you could use it.”

You don’t know what milk or honey is. Is it food? Accepting something from a pirate feels like a bad idea, but you get the feeling that he doesn’t plan to go away until you do. And with him blocking the way out and also having your only usable weapon, you feel like you don’t really have a choice here.

Carefully, you creep forward. Your eyes stay trained on Ace as you do. His own eyes are flitting around your home. The lack of focus on you helped soothe your nerves slightly, but you still scrambled back frantically once you were able to grab the weird cup-thing. It was warm to the touch, and the stuff inside was white. You sniff at it, and your stomach growls in response to the comforting aroma. You take an experimental sip. The taste is sweet and soothing, but also weirdly familiar. An old memory tickled at the back of your mind, but not clearly enough to fully remember it. Have you had this “milk and honey” before? Maybe before your family became stranded on this island?

Immediately, you tilt the cup up and start gulping it down greedily, wanting to drink it all before Ace could try and take it back. It’s gone in a matter of seconds. Despite just being a drink, it felt oddly filling. You feel disappointed that it’s gone already, but you don’t want to push your luck by asking for more.

Ace’s shoulders relax when you finish the drink, though you’re not sure why. He attempts to converse with you again. “See? I’m not so bad, right? I don’t suppose you want to tell me your name now, do you?”

Sharing your name feels weird. Your parents were the only people who ever knew it, and a part of you wants to keep it that way. But… Ace has been strangely nice to you. Maybe it won’t be a bad thing to tell him.

“... (Y/N).”

Your voice croaks and your throat aches from just saying the one word. Now that you think about it… you don’t think you’ve spoken since your parents died. There hasn’t been a reason to since that fateful day..

The noticeable pain in your voice caught Ace’s attention, and he frowned. He moves closer to you again. While you do tense up, you don’t move away, which he appears to take as a good sign. He moves even closer to you and speaks up again, “You look pretty hungry, (Y/N). Thatch brought some food for you.”

This makes you perk up and glance around his person, trying to figure out where he’s keeping the food at. He picks up on that and laughs lightly. “I don’t have it. If you want it… you have to come with me. Okay?”

As soon as he says that, you recoil. While he had earned a little bit of trust, it wasn’t enough to make you blindly follow him.

Ace’s hand shoots out and grabs yours before you can back away too much. His grip is firm, but not crushing. He squeezes it gently and speaks in a calm voice, “You don’t have to go far. You just have to come down from this tree. Thatch and Marco are waiting at the bottom.” When you don’t look convinced and instead keep trying to pull away, he drags you over to the hole in the floor and guides you to look down. The other two people you saw before are standing by the base of the tree. They smile warmly and wave at you.

“They just want to see you and make sure you’re okay. Can you please come down so they can do that?”

Your instincts are screaming at you to not agree and stay up here. You’ve already taken too many risks today, and this feels like an insane idea. You’re already vulnerable purely from your physical state, but you would also be outnumbered three-to-one if you go down there.

But, what’s stopping them from coming up if you don’t cooperate? It feels like you’re already caught, so maybe you should just do whatever they say so as to not upset them

With significant hesitation, you give Ace an affirmative nod, which makes him grin widely. You expect for him to start climbing down so you could follow him. Rather than that, he abruptly picks you up and drops out of the hole. You squawk in surprise and flail as both of you fall. Your eyes screw shut and you brace for impact, only for him to somehow slow down just before he lands. It almost sounds like there’s a fire for a moment, but by the time your eyes open so you can look, the noise is gone.

And you’re surrounded by three pirates. 

You shrink in on yourself as the other two stare at you. They don’t look angry, but you feel scared of them regardless. Ace sets you down on the ground, then gently pushes you towards them.

The tall cook that you ran from earlier crouches down and smiles widely at you. Even now, he towers over you, prompting you to lean back against Ace. Your wariness does nothing to deter the cook. He pulls out a small box and holds it out to you.

“Hey there! I’m Thatch. You gave me quite the surprise earlier. I thought for sure it was Ace getting into the food early.” When you don’t take the box, he pulls the lid off and shows what’s inside. There’s a bunch of food densely packed into it, and the wave of smells that hits you leaves your mouth watering. 

Your restraint dies on the spot, and you quickly snatch the box out of his hands and grab a handful of food before stuffing it into your mouth. You glance up at Thatch while you’re chewing and see him holding out some tiny, shiny thing with some points on the end.

He chuckles and stuffs it back in his pocket while returning to his full height, “I guess we can teach you about silverware later.”

While you eat, you keep your back pressed against Ace’s legs. You’re only half paying attention as the men talk amongst themselves.

Thatch spoke first, “Can they talk?”

“A little. I got them to tell me their name, but it sounds like the kid hasn’t said anything in forever. Their name is (Y/N).”

The blonde man, who you’re assuming has to be Marco, kneels down and starts examining you closely. His glasses reminded you a little bit of the bird you saw earlier. His scrutinizing gaze makes you hold your box of food tighter and turn away from him slightly. This makes him chuckle and speak to you in a soothing voice, “I’m not going to take it. I just want to get a good look at you so I can make sure you’re okay.”

His hand touches your hair and lifts clumps of it up. You wince as the matted sections of hair tug at your scalp. You used to keep your hair cut short but were forced to stop when your knife became so dull that it couldn’t really cut through anymore.

Marco hummed quietly and muttered under his breath, “Might be best to just shave it all off.” He dropped the hair clumps and moved on to examining your face. His eyes zeroed in on something in particular, and he frowns. “Did you break your nose?”

The question brings you back to a time shortly after your parents’ death. Your father had done the majority of the hunting when he was still alive, and he would use his rifle to take down some of the larger animals on the island. You had tried using it to kill a hog, but that ended horribly. Not only had you missed, but the gun jerked backwards and slammed right into your nose with a loud crack. When you managed to get to a stream so you could see your reflection, you saw that your nose was crooked. You had tried to fix it, but it hurt so bad when you touched it that you weren’t able to make it much better.

You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded your head to answer Marco’s question. He carefully holds your face and runs his thumbs down either side of your nose. Pain shoots through it, making you whine and try to pull away. He allows you to, which you appreciate.

“Is it hard to breathe through your nose?”

You stuff the last handful of food into your mouth before answering him. It takes a moment for you to find the words and force them out, “A little… used to it…”

Marco sighs softly at your answer. He pulls out a piece of cloth from his pocket and uses it to wipe off your face and hand. The cloth is put away, and he continues with his questions. “Are your parents here?”

The question makes you tense up. You didn’t appreciate how many reminders you were getting of them today. You nod stiffly, then point over to the rocks marking where they’re buried. The men glance around in confusion for a moment before looking back at you. You sigh and go over to the rocks and pat the dirt. “Here.”

All of their faces contort as they figure out what you meant.

Thatch was the one to break the silence. “You aren’t out here all alone, are you?”

You nod.

“How long have you been alone for?”

“... Three years.”

They all share wide-eyed looks with each other. Marco quickly strides up to you and takes one of your hands in his, “Let’s go back to the ship, okay?”

“No!” Any previous calm you had faded away and was replaced with a raw panic. You flailed your arm in a desperate attempt to get him to let go, but much like Ace, he wouldn’t budge.

Marco uses his other hand to grab your shoulder and force you to hold still. “Calm down, you’re just going to hurt yourself. We’re going to help you. You aren’t going to have to be alone anymore.”

You try to keep fighting, you really do, but your head starts to spin and your limbs grow weak. Before you can completely collapse, Marco scoops you up into his arms. You want to push him away, but your arms won’t do anything. All that you can do is blink wearily at your surroundings as they all swirl and blend together.

Thatch steps closer and gently pats your head. “About time. I was starting to think I went too light on the dosage. Did (Y/N) not drink all of the milk?”

“They did. They downed the entire thermos in a few seconds. I didn’t think they were going to so much as make it out of the treehouse awake.”

“I guess they’re tougher than I thought. The poor thing looked so scrawny and sickly that I was afraid I might kill them with a normal dose.”

All that comes out of you is a weak whimper as your vision starts to fade to black. Marco rubs your back and begins to walk. The gentle rocking from his gait only makes you nod off faster. His voice is quiet as he tells you assurances of how everything is going to be better now, but it does nothing to comfort you.

Terror is the only thing in your mind as you finally succumb to whatever they just did to you.

[janedoeremi]

Tumblr Memes of 2023

January: Polls, Bug Race, Tumblr Sexyman Round 2, No Fly List Leak

February: Vanilla Extract, Tumblr Sexywoman Polls, Homestuck Fandom Commiting Voter Fraud, Miette decimating Todoroki in Blorbo Polls, Just so many polls

March: Dean Winchester and his Time Traveling Impala in The Winchesters, Celebrating Ides of March a week early, March 14th: The Day Krabs Fries, Ides of March, Autism Swag Poll, Ultimate Cat Girl (Gender Neutral) Poll, Putin having a warrent for his arrest, The Bots returned with a vengance

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August: Tiktok trying and failing to make their own Goncharov: Zepotha, Destiel confirmed canon again by not-so-rouge translator, Riverdale polycule finale, Trump mugshot, One Piece Live Action Pirate-Clown annoys Tumblr users

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CP9 Reader: *wakes up on a ship thats not the sunny8 I HAVE FINALLY GOTTEN AWAY FROM THE STRAWHATS.

WB: Hello my child don't worry me and your siblings will fix you right up.

CP9 Reader:

😭💀🙏

NO CAUSE IMAGINE YANDERE STRAWHATS X READER X YANDERE CP9 X YANDERE WB PIRATES 😭❤️🌸

[quinloki]

Just a big 'ol THANK YOU for yourself and the people sending asks for talking about yandere wb pirates. group yandere is such a good trope for me personally and theres not a ton of it (that ive seen anyway) in the op fandom. So bless you all for all the content

You're welcome!

I'm currently working on Passing Fascination - which, while focused on Kid x Reader, does include the entire crew as effectively being yandere. The "big four" come into play a few times - it's just slow going.

If the fates allow I'll do my best to do a good and proper long-form WBP yandere x reader. The only thing for sure I'm going to do before I consider it is the Host Club AU and Part 2 of the Grandline Metro stories.

[knight-of-ashes]

So You’re Getting Bullied By Leftists and Trans People for Wanting to Revisit Your Childhood: A Primer on Navigating the Complex Emotions Surrounding the New HP Game and How To Decide For Yourself if it’s Worth Buying and Playing

I’m writing this because my brother keeps getting messages from people who are getting bullied over wanting to play the new HP game and it’s making them less sympathetic to our cause. This sucks, but I don’t feel I can tell off my fellow LGBT and Jewish friends for being angry. So to you, dear reader who is feeling alienated and abused by us, I wish to offer an olive branch and a way to see through our anger to our actual point, and why we’re asking you not to engage with the game.

First, dispel the notion that you’re going to be pirating this game. It features one of the strongest versions of Denuvo yet, which can only be cracked by one person who calls herself Empress (and is herself pretty wildly transphobic), and she promised to crack it in 10 days. If you want to play it for free before February 20th, you’re SOL, and that’s if she cracks it as promised. It is a very real possibility that this will never be crackable. More than likely, if you want to experience this game, you’ll need to either watch a Twitch streamer or YouTuber play it, wait a month to purchase a used copy, or purchase it new. 

One of the main talking points about this game is that buying it gives money to original HP author JK Rowling, and this is true! She receives royalties for everything WB does with the Wizarding World, which is the current official franchise name. She has been spending a lot of money on lobbying politicians in the UK to dismantle the NHS’s transgender care programs. She claims that this is because she’s trying to prevent men from getting placed in women-only jails where they rape their fellow inmates, and I see this get parroted a lot, but even if it was only about that, it’s still a massive transphobic dogwhistle.

Side bar: I’m gonna be talking about dogwhistles a lot. I’m gonna explain what those are real quick because frankly I think a lot of why we aren’t getting our message across is baked into the nature of dogwhistles. See, dogwhistles are a method of talking in code where members of an in-group (and people opposed to the in-group who study them) know what a phrase really means, but it has plausible deniability to anyone not familiar with the lingo. Common dogwhistles are things like “we’re just trying to keep men out of women’s prisons” (which is a wink to other transphobes about trans women not actually being women in their eyes), “I’m just concerned about the influence of the Hollywood elite” (”all of your media is being controlled by rich and powerful Jews with a secret agenda”) and code numbers like putting 1488 in their usernames. It feels crazy to type out or read because they’re by design meant to make you feel crazy for noticing them. It’s a bit of psychological warfare. If as we get through this you feel like some of the things I’m telling you about JK’s beliefs or the contents of the game are too crazy to be true, please come back to this paragraph and remember that they want you to doubt us when we ask you not to the play the game for X reason.

Anyways, back to the money issue: one defense I see a lot is that JK already has a ridiculous fortune and buying the game is a drop in the bucket compared to what she’s already made. Frankly, you’re not wrong. If the movies had never been made JK still would’ve been set for life and able to go on her little crusade against trans people because the books alone made her a multimillionaire. With the right investment profile she would easily be at the level of wealth she’s at now without any of the other Wizarding World properties getting published. Toss in the movies, the theme park, the merchandising empire and the game really does become a drop in the bucket. But, your money is still going to her. You know what she spends it on. Even if she managed to set up a veritable perpetual money maker, the royalties from what you spend on the game go directly to someone who is spending a lot of money on making sure trans people in the UK are barred from transitioning. Is that something you can live with?

Some people have decided they can live with that. Others are donating the same cost of the game to orgs like Trevor Project to offset the impact of the royalties Rowling will get. If that’s the route you choose to go, realize that your trans friends will probably still be pretty upset with you. It calls to mind the Catholic concept of indulgences, where one could commit all manor of crimes but with a simple donation to the right priest still get into heaven. That’s harsh, I know, but we make the comparison because it genuinely feels like our charities are being used just to offset the guilt of buying the game instead of being donated to because people actually want to help us. That hurts. It’s hard to articulate exactly why that hurts so bad, but it does. Your friends are lashing out and bullying you because of real pain. And what you experience as a result of that bullying is real pain too. But consider the source. Walk it back to its origin point. When someone has been fighting for their very life, and they ask you not to spend money on the game or watch streams of it, and you try to find a way to do it anyways after they’ve illustrated the very real harm your dollar causes, and you feel hurt when they lash out at you or unfriend you, do you stop to think of the pain they were in first? This is your chance to do so.

This part is hard, I know that intimately. Again, I’m writing this post because my brother is hurting, because people who want to play the game are reaching out to him and expressing their pain. We are all hurting over this in various ways for various reasons. I know how hard it is to cut something off that was a tremendous part of your life because I had to cut this out too. It wasn’t easy. You can read my other post on this topic to see how big of a fan I was.

Which leads me to streaming. I have very bad news for you. We’ve hit a point in media where the amount of money people collectively make off of a game is not just from sales. You see, there’s a barely hidden mechanic in the stock market that rewards people for gambling on the success of a franchise, and success is not just raw sales numbers. Piracy, streams on twitch, number of concurrent players and viewers, and social media engagement all play a part. I’m benefiting those guys right now because I’m posting about the game on social media! It doesn’t matter that my post is negative, because the attention I’m giving it is part of the commodity being sold. It’s not just about the game anymore, it’s about the brand. The more popular a series is, the more the value of the stock owned by shareholders increases. The more that value increases, the more the shareholder’s portfolio is worth, which is more leverage to use against high dollar loans, which the shareholders then use to buy yachts and houses or even use to purchase stocks and futures for another company or commodity, and then pay the loan off by selling off lower value stocks. It becomes an oroboros of money, a juggernaut fueled by speculation and gambling and hashtags. I’m gonna say this right now: it’s already too late. If you want to watch someone play the game, you can do that and have a clean conscious. We’re on day 2 of the proper release and day 5 of it being streamed by various people on Twitch. The game is already second only to Elden Ring in stream numbers. If I’d written this a week ago I would’ve expounded upon how giving this game any attention just signals to WB that making more Wizarding World content is good even if you didn’t personally give WB and JK money, but the cat is out of the damn bag. This is also how a lot of us leftists are getting info about the game so we can talk about it more intelligently, so it would be a little hypocritical to tell you not to. Go nuts.

Except, maybe don’t. Here’s the final part of my essay begging you not to play or watch this game even as the bullying makes you want to play it more. We have spent a lot of time talking about trans people for a very good reason, but frankly they aren’t the elephant in the room. We need to talk about antisemetism, cognitohazards, and how choosing to consume content with an obvious bias can slant you unconsciously to that bias. Now, I am not saying that playing the game makes you an antisemite! Again, I’m not here to bully you and that would be bullying. I’m just here to help you see through the bullying. But, when we engage with such content, it does form a little bit of bias in our heads if we aren’t careful to examine and undermine that. If you continue to consume content with that bias, it cements itself further. Eventually, if you never consume content with the opposite bias, you will find yourself believing what wormed into your subconsciousness way back at the start. This is how the so-called Alt Right Pipeline works. For more information about that I would ask that you go watch Innuendo Studios’ “The Alt Right Playbook”. He’s much nicer than me and the videos clearly demonstrate the effect.

This game is meant to be part of the alt right pipeline. The original director, Troy Leavitt, runs a youtube channel that promotes alt right content meant to funnel viewers deeper into the pipeline. He stepped down from the game but not after the president of WB Games stated that he was fine with employees like Leavitt posting whatever they want to their personal social media, a milquetoast endorsement of Leavitt’s influence on the game’s antisemetism. Lest you think that Leavitt leaving the game was the end of the problems, voice actor Greg Ellis, who voices 12 of the characters in the game, is an antifeminist who’s created revenge porn of an ex, something JK is actually strongly opposed to, yet she thanked him for his work on the game. Other employees who worked on the game to the bitter end have confirmed that the plot of the game didn’t change after Leavitt left.

One final sidebar: this game is way more antisemetic than what JK wrote originally. I know a lot of people talk about JK’s antisemetism in the original books, and it is bad, but the goblins are little more than set dressing for most of the books, only becoming plot relevant a couple of times across tens of thousands of pages. Mostly she pulls from the original goblin stereotypes of the early 1900s that every other property from DnD to WoW was pulling from, being hooked noses, a penchant for banking, a very insular community, abrasive behavior to outsiders and being very protective of things they made. There’s a lot of plausible deniability in what JK wrote, which has made it very hard for Jews to speak up about the problems.

This game launches plausible deniability out the window. I’m going to copy and paste some things from my last post on the topic, and this will spoil parts of the game, but if you’ve humored me this far I think you’ll understand why I need to.

“This game presents to you a fantasy race based on antisemetic caricatures and gives the fantasy race a number of real-world antisemetic stereotypes like blood libel, greedy banking, and collaborating with their own persecutors to cause a Holocaust. We currently live in a world where a large number of people are convinced that a secret Jewish elite is conspiring to use COVID vaccines to sterilize white people so they will cease to exist in a generation. The game has its fantasy Jews collaborating with a dark wizard to wipe out the wizarding population. You can choose to join them, or you can choose to put down the rebellion. The game allows you to collect a shofar as a trophy. Joanne didn't have anything to do with this and the game is actually on a special noncanon license where WB Games can ignore or add whatever they want to Joanne's worldbuilding, and they added that goblins use shofars. And you can collect it. As a trophy.“ Further, the final boss no matter which route you go down is the goblin leader of the rebellion. Whether you’re a good wizard putting down the rebellion or a bad one helping it, you have to kill the guy who organized the whole thing. Shofars are an important Jewish instrument used in many ceremonies from synagogue services on Rosh Hashanah and at the end of Yom Kippur to every weekday morning in the month of Elul running up to Rosh Hashanah. and they look like this:

And here’s the in-game screenshot, with a little bit of extra commentary:

This is probably the single BIGGEST dogwhistle in the game. You could even call it a dogshofar it’s so loud. You wouldn’t recognize this unless you were either Jewish/very steeped in Jewish culture or if you were an antisemite. Remember what I said about psychological warfare? This is that.

Also, here’s a good article on blood libel: https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/blood-libel I actually think blood libel was present in the original books, but it gets way amped up in this game, with the goblins genuinely kidnapping and killing wizard children, just like the antisemetic stereotype. A lot of people don’t know what blood libel even is so please read about it.

Again, playing this game by itself does not make you antisemetic. But if you play it and then go on to consume other media with these antisemetic stereotypes, you are getting primed to become more antisemetic, and to slide down the pipeline. You have to ask yourself, is playing the game really worth that? Do you have the fortitude to play it or watch someone else play it and stay an ally to Jewish people against the current onslaught of antisemetism? And if you do have that fortitude, then why do you want to play this game? Is it just so you can see Hogwarts again, is it to soothe the part of your soul that needs nostalgia in troubling times, and is there other ways you can do that? Is this a cultural moment that you really need to participate in, or can you sit this one out and support the people asking you to not engage for all the reasons I’ve listed above?

I can’t answer that question for you. I can’t stop the people bullying you. I can’t stop myself from feeling disappointed when friends I have engage with the game even after I’ve explained myself a dozen times. I just know that I have a responsibility to keep explaining this, and hope you can see why I’ve written this massive essay. Please, if I can sway you in any way, don’t buy the game. If you absolutely must see it with your own eyes, watch someone play it. But don’t give money to WB and JK for this.

[beomoa]

RULES

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Please be nice! I'm still new to writings!

You can spam likes but you have to reblog!

Only 5 characters u can request about! For example - "hello! Can I request about ASL + Sanji, law on .." sorry but I can't really go on if I make 5+ characters !

WONT WRITE

hard/wild gore

Shotacon/lolicon

Adult (18+) x teen (16-)

Adult x child

Parent x child

Any pedophile shit out there

something like reader having something like tourrets (sorry if I spelled it wrong) I just don't know anything about them and I might offend some other people and not noticing!

YANDERE SMUTS!

rape/non-con

Character x character IDK HOW TO WRITE THEM

WILL WRITE

smuts (first thing I'm writing on will write?? Haha. yes.)

Yanderes

Chubby reader

Poly relationship!

Will make more if needed!

Characters I can write!

STRAWHATS !

luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, chopper(PLATONIC.), robin, brook, Franky, jinbei (also platonic)

MARINES

koby, donxiqoute roscinante, (FUCK YEAH THATS ALL)

wb pirates

Ace, whitebeard (platonic) , Marco,

I got lazy.

[sayoneee]

☆ YOU ARE IN LOVE

“strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you’re my best friend, and you knew what it was, he is in love” - taylor swift (smau)

contains: luke castellan x ares! reader. best friends to lovers? background clarisse x chris! (i’m not a swiftie but this song) pre tlt. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: can you tell i’m obsessed with charlie bushnell? (been pirating the series tho—as always, free palestine!)

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yn “7/11 isn’t that far” welcome to watchmojo and today we’re counting our picks for the top ten stupidest people

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lukecastellan wasnt even that far ur so overdramatic

yn luke castellan u better count ur mf days lukecastellan ur my best friend u cant kill me chrisrodriguez hello??? what am i, chopped liver??? yn 🙄

clarisse featured 💯💯

travistole it was fun though!

connorstole who are u trying to lie to...

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yn don’t tell chiron 🤫🤫

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clarisse where was my invite 💀

yn u were too preoccupied w ur bf sry! clarisse delete that rn or i’m blocking you yn nooo u and ur bf are too cute for me to miss out 💔💔

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lukecastellan wb my invite

yn last i checked u arent a girl lukecastellan what if i was yn still cant come w! lukecastellan im reporting ur ass to chiron 🌚 yn u cant survive without me luke lets be fr

silenabeauregard MY STUNNING GIRL

yn silena ur the loml (fighting charles as we speak) cbeckendorf 🧍

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yn hellraiser - ozzy osbourne

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travistole he might not want u but i might after this one 😍

clarisse what connorstole what silenabeauregard travis... yn good to know! 😍

lukecastellan u look good

yn why is this lowk the nicest thing uve ever said to me lukecastellan liar im super nice to u yn 🤨🤨

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yn ares cabin x hermes cabin 🔛🔝

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clarisse ????

chrisrodriguez 😬😬 @yn you were warned

silenabeauregard if thats who i think it is.

travistole what in the soft launch

yn why do u know what that is travistole that’s for me to know and u to find out yn ??? connorstole so are u going to give us some answers... yn 🏃

g_man wow who would’ve thought 🙄

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lukecastellan hey lol

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yn hey lol

annabethhh stand up please. u can do better! lukecastellan rude silenabeauregard yn i thought you were my gf 💔💔 yn NOOO im being held hostage i swear im still ur gf lukecastellan 💀 chrisrodriguez this is your karma bro

clarisse too obvious

travistole they were never subtle to begin with g_man the whole camp knew yn i hate u all. silenabeauregard except luke tho yn ur lucky i love u.

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[portgasdbru]

whitebeard pirates groupchat

wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader; ace x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention, a little bit suggestive

[katacanons]

Hi there! Just stumbled upon your writing and love letter event =) I really enjoyed reading the letters you already wrote! <3

Could I please request a love letter from Ace after fully joining WB, to his former Spade-Pirates-Crewmember who now also joined the WB Pirates with him and has been with him since East Blue and always had his back? (But is perhaps away on a mission or on a different ship on the fleet?)

Thank you!!! =)

Thank you for this ADORABLE request. I had so much fun writing this. I put context at the first part❤️ hope u like it!

Ace x gn! reader

YELLOW: Ever wonder where Ace's iconic yellow shirt went? Ace and gn!reader, First Mate of the Spade Pirates have been pirating together since East Blue. Apparently he gave it to reader after they went off to their first mission without him as a member of the Whitebeard Pirates.

A/n: Makino also taught Ace how to write (strictly formal) letters.

CW: Mild cursing

SFW, Platonic, Fluff

Word count: 664

Half-awake, you rub your dry eyes and yawn. Your team, under the command of Izou, is headed East towards Pelican Lake, a body of water surrounded by mountains surrounded by more water surrounded by… Actually, you’re not so sure yourself.

But you made sure to get up early despite your hangover because your shift was about to begin in the observation 

Izou handpicked you out of the original Spade Pirates after seeing your potential.

You open your bag to get some fresh change of clothes. Instead, you were surprised to see a familiar yellow shirt-blazer. That’s weird. What the hell happened last night?

Unfolding Ace’s shirt, you try it on. It’s a little big on you and it smells like mangoes and ash. You feel good, it's perfect for the chilly morning. His shirt is comforting.

Pressing it down neatly to your body, you notice there’s something in the inner pocket.

Hm, odd. There’s a piece of paper inside. You take it and see paper folded in three with this written on the outside:

Betcha’ll never guess who 

You open the letter to see red ink. You smile. He must’ve slipped the shirt in your bag during the going-away party last night.

♡

Dear Y/N,

How do you do? By the time you read this you’re off to the Pelican Lake. Heh, how’s this for sneaking?

I went over to your ship earlier today to catch up but they said you were at the market with Izou. So I sorta just hung out in your room and whoa… How is it you get a bigger one than a commander?! Ridiculous, I can’t believe you never let me sleep over! It’s like you don’t even miss me your captain!

Time flies, huh? Just a year ago we were still in Paradise. Almost 2 years ago, we met on that weird island. Do you miss your sister? I wonder what Luffy’s up to now hmm

So you’re a fully-fledged Whitebeard Pirate too already. I told everyone they better watch out! Us Spades live with no regrets. hehe Wouldn’t ya know, it only took Izou to warm you up… 

So… you know I can never express these in words. I never was good at it, but Makino taught me that a good handwritten note goes a long way.

I guess what I’m tryna say is thank you. We’ve been together through a lot of shit, huh? 

Never really expected to find family out here in the seas much less someone’s who’s willing to put up with me despite… everything.

I finally feel like I belong somewhere, not just some lost, good-for-nothing kid. I feel like at home here. I’m happy Y/n. I’m happy to be Pops’s son, have all these brothers… and I’m happiest because I could share all of these things… with you. Thanks for having my back. You know I always have yours right?

Even I know not a lot of people can say that. 

So thank you for everything really, Y/n.

Thank you for never giving up on me.

I never was a guy who wanted a lot of things. But I guess I do know what I want now... all of you… all of us together… to just live our best lives. You especially, I mean I did promise you won’t regret coming out to the sea with me yeah?

Wouldn’t ya know, I guess I am a poet inside! 

Ha, I bet ya never expected me to admit it after all that but I do sometimes miss the good old days.

We gotta have a party when you come back! It’ll be fun, we’ll have the whole gang over!

You return in a month right? Easy enough. Let’s celebrate at the Moby Dick with all the good food and booze you can loot. Damn, I’m hungry now…

I GOTTA GO NOW! Thatch sounds like he found out about the rum we stole the other day

Don’t die alright? that's an order!

Your Captain,

Ace

[faketypefan]

(via Marco The Phoenix | Which One Piece Guy Will You Get?)

FINALLY!! I GOT MARCO!!!!🍍

[anewstartfanfic]

What are the current running bets in the pool? Who's betting what? This oughta be fun 🤣

Alright you guys asked for it! XD

Currently:

Code: OTP, Virginity Taking (VT), Casual Date (CD), Friends with Benefits (FWB), First Base (FB), Second Base (SB), Third Base (TB)

Maids first:

Lesser: Law x Reader (OTP), Ace x Reader (OTP), Killer x Reader (VT, TB), Kid x Plum (OTP)

Cook: Sanji x Reader (OTP, FB, SB), Sabo x Reader (OTP), Ace x Reader (CD, SB), Penny x Kid (CD, OTP, VT)

Perv: (you all asked for it) Reader x Killer (OTP, FWB, VT, TB), Law x Reader (CD, OTP), Ace x Reader (FWB, OTP), Killer x Reader x Ace (gangbang, FWB, poly OTP), Killer x Ace (VT, CD), Ace x Sabo (FWB, VT), Ace x Reader x Killer x Kid x Law x Sanji x Sabo x Law (FWB) Katherina x Reader (CD, FWB, exploration), Kid x Plum (FWB, hate sex)

Dom: Killer x Reader (FWB, VT), Ace x Reader (CD, VT, SB), Law x Reader (OTP, FWB), Kid x Killer (OTP, FWB), Sabo x Ace (VT, FWB, OTP)

WB Pirates: They all agree and see Ace’s weird crush on his sister. But it’s a matter of WHEN with them. The numbers are what age Ace will FINALLY notice

-Whitebeard: 16

-Marco: 15

-Thatch: 21

-Izo: 17

-Jozu: 25

-Rakugo: 13

-Atmos: 30

-Curiel: 25

-VistaL 18

-Speed Jill: 45

-Namur: 21

-Kingdew: 22

-Fossa: 45

-Blenheim: 19

-Blamenco: Never because the boy is dense.

[daadzi]

The topic of Teach’s fixation with Ace

in response to multiple complaints which I have received for THIS headcanon, ranging from “I just don’t think Teach would do something like that” to individuals feeling the need to guilt me with personal experiences & nightmares.

Before I begin, here are your warnings: Image heavy under the cut! This addresses the topic of s.ex.u.al as.sa.ult & obsession. Some themes in this post may seem highly uncomfortable to some readers. If you’re uncomfortable with these topics, this page is not for you. My Ace is a survivor of some of the worst atrocities that can be committed upon an individual. 

I understand that this will not dispel most people’s discomfort, but I hope that I can at least make others understand my reasoning. 

With recent translations hitting the web of Ace’s novels, more information has come to light. Before Ace officially joined the Whitebeard crew, but continued to stay upon their ship, he was entrusted to both Thatch & Teach. (x)

With the flashback sequences we were granted during the Marineford Arc, of Ace joining the WB pirates & even his rise to Second Division Commander. Teach was even someone who Ace felt close enough to confess his concerns about taking the position as commander, so it can be inferred that they were close. 

Outside of their interactions in the WB crew, fastforwarding to the duel at Banaro Island: Teach’s original plan was to kill Luffy & turn his body over to the World Government. 

Even seeing Ace again elicited an eager response from Teach-- almost as if he’s happy to see the man who has been hunting him down for months now. Despite this, he still offers Ace a place on his crew. 

"Conquer the world with me!!!” doesn’t really sit well with me, & when I checked over my hard-copy (this screengrab comes from mangareader.net), he is quoted saying: “Do you want to join me? Let’s take over the world together!” This is someone who is very eager to have Ace by his side, even after blatant & repeated rejection from Ace’s part. 

& in my hard-copy, he is quoted: “But it’d be a great loss if you died! Come on, Ace! Join me!” 

As stated before, the original plan was to kill Luffy (now substituted for Ace, given his capture instead) & hand his body over to the world Government. Now, obviously, from a plot-standpoint, this would strip us of the Impel Down/Marineford arc & take away much-needed character growth from Luffy’s end if Blackbeard chose to end Ace here & turn over a dead-body.

But character motivation is my focus here, as well as defense of my own headcanon. But if we’re really going to dig in to make a point about just how obsessed Teach is with Ace & his power, then Dressrosa is my next example.

& Yes, it’s true. The Mera Mera is highly sought after, a highly desirable power. Teach’s group is hunting down DF users in the New World, so of course he would go after the Mera Mera as soon as someone laid eyes on it. But his quote in PW3 is what really sticks with me & gives more fuel to the fire (for lack of better words) in his obsession:

( I’m also going to add for my own amusement that his dialogue seems very Trump-like, but anyway. Not the point. )

So, obviously, Teach’s motivation is Ace. I sincerely believe, with all this in mind, that his objective on the way to handing Ace over would be to dangle his fate before him: Join me, or face execution. 

But Teach is crass & gross as we are all aware. My last post even touched on some of my historical motivations to my headcanon, as well as the in-character example of his treatment towards Bonney & her unfavorable position he chained her in. Saying Teach just “wouldn’t do something like that” is off the wall & naive. These are pirates, & Teach (as well as his now-fleet) have proven themselves Barbaric in all the cliched sense of piracy. Thus, I do not put s.ex.u.al as.sau.lt beneath them, especially not by way of Teach. 

He seems to influence by fear & terror-- which sucks because this character also has some of the Rawest quotes in the series, which unnerves me to no end. Whether he says these praises of Dreams to motivate & justify himself, or because he is trying to set up a front, could be argued somewhere else. The truth is, Teach wants it? He’s taking it.

& He wanted Ace. 

[fushiguroshotwife]

Wahh!! but that's such an adorable nickname 😭🩷

If you called Ace "Angel" as a pet name he would literally burst into tears.

Just a thought