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saw this quote off a v cute ushiten comic first haha check it out
i just drew them over a screenshot of hitsugibune from the back 'cuz i was lazy lol soz
#mishanks#akataka#dracule mihawk#shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#comic#op comic#one piece#one piece fanart#op fanart#young mishanks#i like thinking abt when (and how) mihawk acquired his hat lol#i read a fic once that said it was after shanks couldnt stop laughing at him for getting his face incredibly sunburned#i think that's cute. it's not why i had them both cover their faces w their hats but i think mb it should be.#also looking at this screenshot i am now realizing that when mihawk sits up straight that's three crosses lined up in a row#ALSO REALIZING I FORGOT KOGATANA OMG pretend it's there okay pls for me
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sometimes the sun is a kind boy with a straw hat
#roger and rayleigh aren't here bc while i ship them i don't know anything about them#i haven't gotten to them in the anime#so sorry i guess but i can't add them in good faith if i don't know anything#my art#mishanks#zolu#akataka#luzo#dracule mihawk#shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#young mishanks#taka no me mihawk#hawkeyes mihawk#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#zoro x luffy#luffy x zoro#one piece#op fanart
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CrocHawk dump : clean digital drawings of sketches I showed here some days ago + more silly content + a full colour drawing of them (young) together.
Sorry for the French meme I wish I could perfectly traduce it for you but the essence of the meme is literally being written in a mix of French/arabic. It basically means “I’m tired of being poor, am I possessed by a hobo djinn ?” (Written “jnoun” (plural of “djinn”) on the meme, the mistake is on purpose).
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a vacation on some remote island
#mishanks#akagami no shanks#dracule mihawk#akataka#red haired shanks#op mihawk#mihawk#op shanks#one piece#op fanart#IT'S YOUNG MISHANKS AGAIN!!#im a big fan of the youth of older ships
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He’s just happy to be given this opportunity.
#mishanks#one piece#my art#dio draws#dracule mihawk#mihawk x shanks#shanks#mihawk#young mishanks#can I sleep with you 🥺👉👈#of course u can baby ☺️ (never thought the day would come)
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Mihawk is the first and the biggest Zolu shipper.
#he heard the speech and way luffy yelled n was like#ny my young sweethearts#one piece#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#dracule mihawk#luzo#zolu
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Twilight au where mihawk is edward and buggy is bella
#one piece#dracule mihawk#one piece mihawk#mihawk x buggy#hawkbug#my art#i crave crack aus so badly I had to make one to feed myself 😔#young mihawk is so fun to draw#twilight au
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Now that I've had a smoke and touched grass...
Feels like this took forever to finish even though it halfway wrote itself. Didn't wanna make you guys wait too long because that cliffhanger was cruel even for me honestly.
I know where this is ending, but I'm not sure how many chapters it's going to take to get there. I'm estimating two to four more chapters, not counting a silly epilogue and a follow-up oneshot.
Anyway, here, have some shameless smut
Flight Risk
Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader
Ch. 10 of more than I planned don't ask
Wordcount: 3,970
First chapter and Previous chapter link
Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time. He has been allotted forty-eight hours to make his decision on the offer of becoming a Warlord, and you can do little but imagine what that means for you
Warnings n stuff: Very NSFW. Very yandere.
Taglist: @i-am-vita @nerium-lil @browneyedhufflepuff @madbadpadawan @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @littleleelee @dragon-bubs @animefreak818 @byysandra @lufemia @gizamalblythe @schanwow
Once again, you guys are amazing and I love you so much
A soft moan left your lips as he pulled his fingertips slowly down your neck, his command hanging heavily in the air around you.
“Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you stammered out in a trembling whisper.
“Good.” Mihawk curled his hand under your chin, tilting your head back, and brushed his lips to your exposed throat as he pushed his hand back into your hair, curling his fingers into the tresses to hold your head in place. “Good girl.”
You drew in a sharp gasp as he slowly pushed a finger into you, barely registering his pur of approval against the column of your throat as you tightened around the digit, arching your hips up toward his hand. He pulled in a sharp breath himself, tracing his lips across your collarbone, pulling his hand back down to your neck.
“I should consider myself lucky to have such an obedient little pet.” You bit your lip as he curled his finger within you, rubbing slowly against the center of that agonizing pressure and sending a strong, pleasurable throb through your clit as the bundle of aching nerves begged for his attention. “You seem close already. Are you?”
“Y—yes, sir,” you whimpered, gripping hard onto a fistful of his hair as his lips reached the swell of your breast. You fought to keep your breathing steady as you lifted your head, watching his slow descent.
“Oh…” You gasped as he grazed his lips across the stiff point of your nipple, lying your head back in a breathy moan when he sucked the sensitive protrusion into his mouth for far too brief a moment. “Oh, how unfortunate.”
You cautiously glanced down when he pulled his hand from beneath your panties, your heart throbbing, wondering if you had done something wrong.
“I had hoped to play with you a bit longer.” He wrapped a hand around your wrist, his grip firm, and pulled your hand away from his shoulder, shifting back up so his eyes were level with your own again. “But you might need to distract yourself first.”
You swallowed, glancing at his hand as he guided your own on a slow, almost torturous path don the deep lines of his abdominal muscles, before your gaze snapped right back up to his.
“I hope you don’t think I’m only depriving you for my own entertainment.” You were certain he was—or at least that it was a very great part of it. He left your hand to rest at the waist of his pants, just above the buckle of his belt, and pushed his arm between the two of you to take your other hand from his hair. “The longer you remain at the edge of abandon, the greater the prize will be.” You exhaled a shuddering breath as he brushed his lips across your knuckles, before he pulled it down to level it with his other. “And I intend to take very good care of my pet.”
You detected no lie in his gaze. There was still that glint of amusement, but there was something else burning there as you cautiously unhooked his belt with trembling fingers. He didn’t have to spell out what he expected of you, for you to focus on him until you had calmed down enough to continue—and, nervous though you were, you were in no way reluctant. You could feel the heat of his stiff erection through his pants as you pulled the button loose, keeping your eyes glued to his, watching the desire that quickly consumed his gaze as he helped you push them down his lean hips.
There was some degree of surprise there as well, as if he had expected you to be far more reluctant to relent to his instruction. Your hands trembled, trailing your fingertips back up his hips as he kicked the pants away, your breathing quick and uneven; watching how he closed his eyes with a slow sigh as you brushed your fingers lightly up the thick shaft, feeling it jump and twitch under your light touch—how he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when you brushed your other hand over the sensitive head, swore under his breath when you wrapped your fingers around it to drag the slick precum down his length.
As much as you ached for your own release, there was something even more exciting in watching his resolve melt away at your touch. You kept your gaze level with his face, stroking his rock hard erection slowly with both hands, waiting for him to open his eyes again. The subtle hitch in his breath when your gazes locked again was enough to spur you on, to strengthen your resolve a bit more. You bit your bottom lip lightly, deliberating for a moment, before speaking quietly.
“Should...should I use my mouth? I don’t—I don’t really kn—”
His breath caught again at your nervous murmur, far less subtly this time, and he cut you off by brushing his lips briefly to yours. You tightened your grip as he pushed his hips toward you, parting from the brief kiss with a low groan and throbbing hard in your hands. You felt his hand wrap tight around one of your wrists a moment later, stopping the torturous motion of your hands, and you watched the apple of his throat bob as he swallowed.
“Yes.” His breath was hot against your lips before he dipped his head back down and locked his lips to yours in a deeper, lingering kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth to tangle with yours for a moment longer, his fingers gripping your hair to hold your head in place. He regained enough composure to chuckle softly as his lips parted from yours, but the sound of it was a bit breathless as he combed his fingers through your hair. “You’re quite the quick learner, pet.
You were slightly taken aback at how quickly he pulled himself up to his knees, unabashed at his own brief loss of composure. He shifted his hands to your shoulder and your hip, guiding you to shift onto your knees in front of him, eyes half-lidded and rapturous, his breathing rapid and shallow as he pushed a hand into your hair and guided your descent.
But...something stopped you.
It wasn’t your nervousness this time—you were a bit too far gone for that, too wrapped up in pleasure and anticipation for that to stop you.
It was something else. Something about the way he had spent all this time teasing and taunting you.
That made you inclined to do just the same.
His low growl of protest when you turned your head slightly to brush your lips to his muscular abdomen instead was like music to your ears. You felt his cock throb against your cheek as he gripped hard at your hair.
You turned your head and brushed you lips low a the base of his thick arousal, reveling in his low moan as he leaned back against the wall of the daybed alcove behind him and loosened his grip to comb his fingers through your hair.
“...infuriating little thing…” he grumbled amid a slow sigh as you grazed your lips slowly up the stiff length, tracing the veins along its surface, staring up to watch his expression, watch how he gritted his teeth and tensed his shoulders. He drew in a sharp breath when you slowly dragged the tip of your tongue over the smooth, bulbous head, flicking your tongue teasingly as you lifted your eyes again and met his gaze, wrapping your hand around the base of his thick shaft.
“I only wanted to show my appreciation, master,” you said innocently.
You saw the flicker in his eyes this time when you addressed him so subserviently, the lust that it breathed to life in him, and you were briefly overwhelmed with the knowledge that you were in control—if only for a moment, you were in control, and it sent a thrill through you that you hadn’t expected or ever experienced before through every inch of your body. He sighed again and laid his head back as you stroked your hand slowly up, back down, rubbing your palm over the head with each pass. You kept your gaze on his expression, still staring up at him in some mix of lingering nervousness and curiosity, and decided to test the waters, to see just how far you could push your newfound control, speaking in a quiet murmur.
“Would...it please my master if I sucked on it?”
You swallowed, biting your lip anxiously at the sound of his strained chuckle, barely able to see his smirk with his head tilted back against the wall behind him. “Then you do mean to see me lose composure.” He moved his hand to the nape of our neck, gathering your hair there to pull it away from your face. “I’ll allow it for now.” he stretched his arm out over one of the horizontal dividers along the window, and lifted your head enough to lock his eyes with yours. “Provided you do a good enough job.”
You hoped that wouldn’t be an issue—were fairly sure it wouldn’t be, with his fingers curled in your hair, already guiding you down again slowly. You kept your eyes on his, enjoying the newfound thrill you found in the sight of his faltering confidence as you wrapped your lips around the head and circled your tongue slowly around it; in the sharp breath of air he drew in through gritted teeth when you gave it a hard, brief suck, his grip tightening around your hair.
You heard him sigh as he guided you further down his length, and glanced up to see him rest his head back against the wall again, his eyes slipping shut, letting himself become lost in pure bliss.
There was no doubt he would be angry if you finished him like this—he had already told you he wasn’t done with you. You kept your pace steady, slowing down or releasing him whenever you felt him tense or needed to take a breath, when you felt him tug at your hair or tighten your grip painfully wherever his hand happened to be resting on your body, resuming the sensual torment only when he relaxed again. You were sure you would be covered with bruises bty morning from your waist to your rear, black and purple abrasions in the shape of his strong hands.
When you were sure he was composed, that you were at no risk of pushing him over the edge, you decided to try descending further—slowly, tensing your throat swallow the thick shaft down nearly to its base. He drew in a sharp breath through his teeth as you gagged, releasing it in a low, started groan as you felt his engorged cock throb hard between your lips, against the walls of your throat. His fingers dug into your hip nearly hard enough to break skin, and he jerked you up so hard by your hair that it drew a breathless cry of pain and alarm from you before his lips were crushed against yours to muffle it.
Your tension eased away amid the harsh, hungry kiss, and he pulled you forward to wrap your thighs around him with his hand resting against the small of your back. It slipped back to your hip as he withdrew his lips, pulling you down—until you gasped at the feeling of him pressing against your entrance. He pulled his hand down through your hair, leaving it resting against your jaw, watching you with hunger burning in his eyes as your own fluttered shut and you turned your cheek into the warmth of his palm, letting out a slow sigh against your parted lips.
“You’ll still tell me when you’re close.”
He punctuated the murmured command by brushing his lips to yours, almost gingerly. You lifted your hand to rest it against his, nodding shortly. You felt the pad of his thumb brush your bottom lip, still slick and slightly swollen, and reveled in the hitch in his breath and the throb of his cock between your thighs when you took the digit into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it briefly. He regained himself quickly as he spread your own saliva across your lips, and you opened your eyes at his light chuckling to find his yellow eyes alight with amusement, his gaze fixed on you.
“Such a deviant creature.” He pushed his thumb under your chin and pulled you forward by your jaw, so close you could feel the vibration of his murmur against your lips. “Do you take so much pleasure in trying to make me lose control?”
You your lip lightly at his smirk, but the way his gaze held yours made it impossible for you to avert your eyes away. He didn’t sound upset with you, didn’t look it—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.
“Don’t lie,” he said teasingly. You swallowed...and gave a short nod—you had enjoyed seeing him lose his composure, however briefly. He laughed quietly again, and turned your head to brush his lips to your neck. “Naughty little thing.” You gasped as he pulled you down at your hip, only enough for you to feel the very tip of his erection beginning to stretch you open, wincing at the pressure. You knew it was going to be painful to take the full length and thickness of his cock—but you wanted it so badly now that it was difficult to care. “I ought to punish you for being so willful.”
In your frenzied desperation to feel more of him inside you, the threat sent a confusing wave of excitement through you that pulled a deep moan from your chest. He purred quietly against your neck, pulling his hand down to brush across your breasts, flicking his thumb across one of your sensitive nipples.
“I’m not sure I should let you come at all.”
But he pulled you down a little more, grunting as the sensitive head pushed into your tight entrance, and you whimpered as you contracted pleasurably around it—if he kept going this slowly then maybe it would hardly hurt at all.
“If I should even give you the pleasure of fucking you.” A little further, perhaps an inch, his slow, shaking sigh as he held himself back burning your neck like fire. “Or if I should just pull you off of me right now and take you back down to the dungeon.”
“N—no—” You gasped as he pushed his hips up, his fingers digging into your hip, holding you in place to push slowly into your body. “P—p-please don’t—master—” You shook your head quickly, swallowing as his lips trailed across your collarbone. “I-I’ll be good, I promise,” you breathed, lowering your gaze to watch him push your breast up, watch his mouth nearing the swell of the soft mound of flesh. “P...please…”
He purred quietly again, letting it drift into a few chuckles. “Oh, perhaps since you asked so sweetly,” he murmured. His lifted his eyes to yours briefly and added, “Soon, dear.”
You nodded quickly, so distracted by his mouth that you couldn’t have anticipated what else might be coming—he suddenly wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking at it hard, and your surprised moan rose into a cry of pain and alarm as he pulled you roughly down by your hip, thrusting his forward to meet yours, burying himself inside you. His low groan was muffled as he relinquished only a little, briefly pressing his forehead against your collarbone, grounding himself before taking the sensitive protrusion back into his mouth.
You hooked your arm around his neck, gripping at his shoulder with your other hand, your thighs shaking around his. His skilled tongue dancing across your nipple, the euphoric shockwaves coursing through you, mingling together with the pain and deep pressure of feeling him fully inside you, stretching you wider with each deep thrust….
It was all far too much.
You would definitely come soon if he didn’t relent, and he showed no sign of doing so as he shifted his attention toward your other breast, grazing his lips across your sternum and brushing a light, wet kiss to the stiffened nub at its peak that made you cry out.
“You’re awfully sensitive,” he breathed, tugging at your hip to guide your motion, to pull you repeatedly down onto him, ensuring your swollen clit ground down against the hard plane of his pelvis each time he rolled his up to meet you. He was trying to make you cum, trying to force you to defy him—to make you lose control, as you had so enjoyed doing to him. “You can’t be so close again already.”
You could only nod, unable to form any words between the quiet whimpers and brief, sharp moans that left your lips in time with each thrust.
“No wonder your so damned tight,” he growled out through gritted teeth. You gasped as he lifted his hand to grasp at your jaw and pull you into a deep, crushing kiss. He groaned into your mouth, and you met his tongue with your own in an answering moan when it delved between your lips. He broke away, only to trail his lips across your jaw.
“Ah—I—” You cried out as he lowered his head to brush his lips across your nipple again, flicking his tongue over it lightly, tightening around his cock as the pressure threatened to burst into the waves of euphoria you so desperately craved. “I’m c—c-close, ma—mas—”
“Are you really?” he teased. You tensed your thighs, fighting against it when he didn’t relent in the slightest—digging your fingertips into his shoulder when he only sped up, letting out a breathless chuckle in his amusement. “Surely you’re bluffing.”
“I—n-no, sir—I-I swear—”
He pulled his hand down the place of your stomach, and you let out a breathless cry at the pleasure of his fingertips pressing down against your overstimulated clit, as the small bud twitched and jumped beneath his firm touch. From his purr of approval he must have felt the involuntary response beneath the pads of his fingers.
“I suppose you aren’t,” he murmured in your ear, and you could all but hear him smirking. “I do still owe you a reward for how adeptly you used your lovely mouth.” He brushed a delicate, tender kiss to the corner of your lips, and lowered his voice even further. “Then you may ride me until you finish.”
You sighed shakily as he slowed his quick, hard thrusting, loosing his grip on your hip and letting you take control. His breath left him in a slow sigh as he curled his arm around your back, lifted his hand to brush your hair out of your eyes and back behind your ear. You rolled your hips slowly, hooking your other arm around his neck as you fought to catch your breath, savoring how he throbbed and twitched against your tightening walls, how the round head rubbed so pleasurably against the center of arousal within you.
“That’s it,” he sighed, and brushed his lips to your neck as you moaned softly, lying your head back. “Nice and slow. No need to rush.” You deepened the soft kiss he pressed to your lips, dragging your fingertips down the hard plane of his chest, his murmur a warm vibration against your swollen lips. “Enjoy yourself as long as you wish, pretty girl.”
Now that he was finished tormenting you for your audacity at breaking his composure, his sole focused seemed to shift to dragging out your pleasure for as long as possible, letting you use him to your heart’s content.
And drag it out you did—you had no idea how much time passed, only that your body was growing weak from both immeasurable ecstasy and overuse, that your breathing was growing more labored by the minute, that there was a subtle flush staining even his high cheekbones as his breath shuddered out from between his lips. You lifted your hand, stroking your fingertips lightly across the flushed skin as he trailed his lips up your jaw.
He was close to the edge as well—you noticed it abruptly, from the lust flooding his gaze to the rock hard rigidness of his cock, throbbing and jerking within you with nearly every unbearably slow stroke. He was fighting the compulsion of his own release only to ensure your own pleasure at this point.
“C...close now,” you forced out on a trembling sigh—and added quickly, “s—sir.”
He gave a quiet growl against your jaw, his lips still ghosting over your skin there. “I should think so,” he murmured. “I have been depriving you for the better part of the past hour.”
You cried out as he pulled you down hard, thrusting his hips up to slam into you with an answering groan, immediately increasing his pace again—and you did as well as he pushed his hand between your bodies, rubbing his fingers against your clit, leaving you trembling all over at the swelling pressure beneath his touch, swelling until it was ready to burst.
“Now,” he breathed, wrapping his arm tight around you to grip your ass and hold you in place as he thrust into you, harder and harder, grunting and pressing his lips to the crook of your neck. “Come for me now. Let me feel it.”
“I-I—mmph—” You gasped as he bit down on the tender skin, groaning himself as he sped up even more, every deep thrust threatening to shove you straight over the edge. You felt your clit tightening, your thighs trembling as you drew closer, closer, unbearably close, your own voice far away and unfamiliar in its heightened pitch. “I—m-master—I’m—”
You barely heard his deep groan under your own sharp, unrestrained cry as the ecstasy of your release flooded through you—barely felt the pain of his hand digging into your hip as he thrust into you one final time and filled you with his own intense orgasm, pulling you slowly onto him to ride the waves of shared euphoria, his low, shaking moans vibrating in the crook of your neck. Your thighs continued their trembling even as the rest of your body slowly relaxed, as you rolled your hips to match his slow, deep strokes, your moans dissolving into breathless whimpering.
You lifted a shaking hand into his hair as he brushed a kiss into the crook of your neck, against your shoulder, your jaw, lifting his own hand to the nape of your neck to pull your lips to his for a slow, deep, sensual kiss. His eyes remained closed when his lips drifted away, his breathing nearly as labored as yours. He pushed his hand further into your hair, and the sensation of his fingertips brushing across your scalp drew goosebumps all over your body, sent a small shiver down your spine.
“You’ll join me in my chambers tonight.” Your breath caught when he opened his eyes, leaving them half-lidded as he kept your gazes locked, his forehead pressed lightly against yours. “I want my darling pet warming my bed, not chained and hidden away in the dungeon. You’ll behave, won’t you?” He lifted a hand to your cheek as you nodded quickly in agreement, brushed his thumb lightly across your bottom lip, his own lips twitching into a ghost of a smirk as he rubbed his hand slowly along the soft curve of your hip. “Good girl.”
#one piece#opla#mihawk x reader#mihawk#dracule mihawk#dracule mihawk x reader#yandere mihawk#young mihawk#one piece fanfic#mihawk x reader fanfic#dracule mihawk x reader fanfic#smut#flightrisk
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#dracule mihawk#akataka#red haired shanks#mishanks#one piece#art#39y.o. shanks&ambiguously young mihawk
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My piece for OP AU zine
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Happy birthday, Zoro
#one piece#fan art#dracule mihawk#mihawk#one piece mihawk#roronoa zoro#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk x zoro#zoro op#one piece zoro#reverse au#one piece au#young Mihawk#adult Zoro#more like dilf Zoro and twink Mihawk#just my wicked thoughts#but let's agree that Mihawk trying to get Best Swordsman is pretty hot#And I'm not talking about swords#at least not only about them
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so you’re telling me there was a young buggy on set and his actor looked like THIS…robbed
i feel robbed…like look at him…such a cute patootie. and the potential too
the shanks and buggy flashback potential my god. Now we gotta wait for the other seasons
#buggy the clown#one piece#one piece live action#one piece netflix#buggy the genius jester#buggy the flashy fool#dracule mihawk#red haired shanks#young mihawk#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece nami#sanji#usopp#actors
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here are the first four pages of an idea that started as a comic and turned into a fic lol. it's still the ninth of march somewhere! happy mishanks day :)💖
#mishanks#akataka#dracule mihawk#fic recs#shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#one piece#one piece fanart#op fanart#comic#op comic#young mishanks
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do your homework [one piece academy]
#my art#young mishanks#one piece academy#mishanks#akataka#redhawk#mihawk x shanks#shanks x mihawk#dracule mihawk#shanks#red haired shanks#akagami no shanks#my personal favs#art print catalogue
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Just one of the many great tragedies of Mishanks' relationship is that sometimes Shanks wants to feel wanted just as he is, that even beyond the strength he is worth the effort he is worth being loved and unfortunately that just isn't something Mihawk can over him it's just not something he can do, not as he is now at least. That's a level of emotional maturity that he just does not possess to be able to disentangle the strength from the man that makes no sense to him. Strength is all there is. Shanks is a person, has a life outside of his strength, his power is just another aspect of who he is but for Mihawk strength is his whole person, if he is not strong then he is nothing. If shanks is not strong well then....he's nothing to him.
And God that's a lonely way to live.
#Man age 43 only friends 2 decade long situationship and his kids claims he's never been lonely more at 6#the ways having known Perona allow Mihawk to engage in a healthier relationship with Shansk are just gold to me#Because I mantain the fact that young mishanks was very chaotic and some would characterize unhealthy#she teaches him to care for people outside of how well they could measure up to him in a fight#I dont know their relationship seems to make his life fuller kind of#like its implied that he only started his garden after Zoro left#Like he stops seeing the Humandrills as annoying pests and actually starts letting them help out with his garden#he letler use all his good wine to make sangria and adopt errant freaky bear cubs#he even fucking secretly planted cocoa trees (cause he's a fucking weirdo) just to make her favorite drink like come on#he just lets this shrill girl barge into his life and make a home there with minimal objection.#She makes his life full in ways that his relationship just couldnt Zoro. she is so essential to his growth as a character#(you know if oda focused on him longer than once every 12 years)#I love it#one piece#throwing thoughts to the void#dracule mihawk#op#hawkeye mihawk#akagami no shanks#mishanks#shanks#red haired shanks#akataka#mihawk x shanks#perona#perona one piece#ghost princess perona#goth family#goth fam#one piece goth fam
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Sorry for the absence, burn out got me like every 6 months 🫶🏻🎀 I'm in vacation with my best friend (@srooz, check his art) in Dubrovnik, Croatia. The beautiful landscape and town inspired me to draw more young Crocodile / Mihawk. Have some terrible drawings from my dirty sketchbook
#one piece#crochawk#sir crocodile#mihawk#dracule mihawk#old man yaoi but them young#exes that never moved on am i right#RAWRRR 👹#cross guild
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Please ya’ll I’m begging all of you to go check out @mega-ringsandthings-world Loguetown au.
It's literally the best thing since toasters, and it has consumed my neurons, currently chewing on my frontal cortex; I can't stop thinking about it! Also, their writing is amazing. Every time they post, I'm practically vibrating out of my skin with how good it is!
#one piece#one piece art#one piece fanart#mishanks#dracule mihawk#red haired shanks#akataka#akagami no shanks#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk shanks#mihawk x shanks#takanome mihawk#mihawk fanart#one piece fanfiction#shanks fanart#shanks#loguetown au#IM GOING FERAL IM GOING CRAZY!! IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE#it has revived my these two poor darlings are going to have a bad time understatement but I will lap it up like a hound dog at a water bowl#young shanks#young mihawk#teen shanks#teen mihawk#fan art#digital art#mishanks fanart#referenced art
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