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Father-daughter behaviour

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beat that, shanks

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Hear me out: Ash Ketchum is a victim of the Tony Hawk effect.

There's no WAY he doesn't have an expansive in-universe Wikipedia article by now. The guy has been involved in literally everything you can imagine. But like, nobody in-universe recognizes him unless they've met him before (or unless they're Max, who's a geek with a hyperfixation and thus unfortunately doesn't qualify as a representative of the general populace).

Logically this must extend to AFTER he became world champion, I think. He's just going to keep traveling around and literally being one of the most famous trainers on the planet (if not THE most famous) and still nobody is going to recognize him. Instead they'll get him mixed up with another trainer with a Pikachu.

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You know what's kinda insane to me?

The fact that Ash Ketchum isn't famous in the pokemon universe, like in-universe.

You mean to tell me that a ten-year-old going region to region, meeting multiple legendaries and solving insane problems with his recognizable as fuck pikachu isn't atleast twitter famous? Not even considered a cryptic that when people say that they met him, he beat their asses in a pokebattle, then continued to also beat a legendary/an evil league/team rocket, that people online don't go: "oooh another region/world wide incident that can go on the conspiracy board, time to put new red threads between this major world-impscting event and the fact that this kid might me god."

I mean, he atleast should be famous in Kalos from the jumping-off-the-Prism-tower-fiasco alone but he also sorta stopped an artificial apocalypse set up by an evil pokemon league using an unidentified legendary and a previously long lost mega-evolution form from a starter pokemon. (It's been a while since I watched the anime, don't get on my ass).

I mean, pokemon champions are kind of considered famous because people recognise them in-universe right? Shouldn't someone online have recognised him from hanging out with so many champions alone? You mean to tell me that if some random ten-year old started showing up in news articles with famous people even if he was just in the background, no one in the entire world would make a reddit post saying 'hey look at this funny coincidence, this kid has been spotted with 5 champions or something' ????????

Buzzfeed unsolved episodes have been made about less.

I get it that he wouldn't become well known from the mewtwo incident - because mewtwo erased the memories of everyone involved if I remember correctly - but you mean to tell me no one remembered him from the three legendary kanto birds and Lugia (saved the world), Entei, Celebi, Latio and Latias and literally every other movie? Sure, say those aren't cannon. WHAT ABOUT THE TIME HE LITERALLY GOT KIDNAPPED BY A THOUGHT TO BE EXTINCT POKEMON IN THE FIRST SEASON?? THAT DINO-ASS FLYING POKEMON THAT FORCED CHARMELEON TO EVOLVE INTO CHARIZARD SO THEY COULD FIGHT IT? HE'S NOT ATLEAST INFAMOUS IN KANTO FOR THAT??

Also you can't tell me that there are a lot of ten-year old who fight in multiple major pokemon leagues in contention for the title of regional pokemon champion.

There has to atleast be one autistic 5-year old and their mother in the pokemon world who know all about Ash Ketchum because his adventures are low-key insane.

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everybody's drinking tonight 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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he’s incredibly emotionally well adjusted

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been working overtime at the sabolaw mines sorry

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There seemed to be a general consensus on my last post that ah

None

Of the ASL brothers could claim the neuro-typical title. As such, i felt that luffy was missing out on the clownery

Bonus:

This post is dedicated to @amgry-skittles who simply gave me the idea for this, thank ye

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This is my modern/roommate au for them 💁‍♀️ I had a lot of fun coming up with the paragraph part :)

East Blue Crew Modern Au

Grand Line Crew Modern Au

Friends We Made Along The Way

Friends We Made Along The Way Part 2

Please excuse any typo’s my drawing program’s spelling check isn't the best 🙃

Some additional head-canons/ old versions of the art:

Even though they have an apartment they live and pay rent in, none of them are ever home much. Luffy’s sleeping over his friends’ houses after hanging out with them, Ace is pretending he’s homeless, and Sabo sleeps at the hospital most of the time. sometimes two of them will be home at the same time, but its almost never all at once on any given day.

Even though they are never home, one day of the week is sacred. The day that no matter what they come home and spend the day together. Thursday. Laundry day

Luffy odd odd jobs done in the past include: possum wrangling, “get my friend out of that tree please, he’s drunk and i don’t want to call the cops”, PC setup (he didnt know anything about it, but somehow he got it all right. Somehow...), performing at a party, assisting in a lab, impromptu chore-boy, and many more.

Nami takes care of Luffy’s Odd job finances and makes sure he gets paid the proper amount. He lets her take a cut, and even though Nami does indeed want that money, she unfortunately knows Luffy needs that money more so she declines. The amount of self restraint she exhibits astounds even her. She is truly a saint (Self Proclaimed).

The only laws that Luffy knows are his friend ("non reciprocated") Law and the Miranda rights, as he heard them while Sabo was getting arrested a couple times.

Luffy thought the Law lecture he went to was supposed to be talking about his friend ("non reciprocated") Law. He wanted to support his buddy, not learn about federal law!

No one has kept track of how many times Sabo has went to jail. He changes the number whenever someone asks.

Sabo had the absolute worst time getting that big ol’ tattoo across his arm. He cried a couple times through it, although he would never admit it. It was an investment that he was willing to make however, and he thinks it turned out sick as hell. So does everyone else. Because the tattoo is sick as hell.

Ace watch shenanigans:

“hey ace, what time is it” “One sec,” he checks his watch “uhhhh 10 at night” (Its clearly the middle of the day) “Thanks, man”

Dadan calls to check in on them every Thursday night. She pretends she doesn't care about them, but the reality is not looking good for her.

Sabo has been a childhood friend to Luffy and Ace and has slept over the house they lived in with Dadan many times, but he didnt actually come to officially live with them until he finally moved out of his parent’s house when he was 16. Dadan has always been more of a mother to him than his biological one ever was and he treasures her even though he says he doesn’t. Actions often speak louder than words, as the two are literal besties despite both verbally expressing their disdain for the other more than praise. Sabo is clearly her favorite of the three brothers and she's the most lenient with him (which is something they all exploit).

Luffy and Ace come to live with Dadan in the au the same way they live there in canon, their fathers are not present in their lives and Garp dropped them both off at her doorstep and expected to take them in.

That’s all I got for now. These guys are fun and I love them very much :)

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loki chapter, you know what that means

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big bf!

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big bf!

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The Maternity shoot Dragon and Crocodile did when Croc was pregnant with Kite was A Choice™.

A couple of months ago, @mangyraccooon left this comment on my comic about Dragon experiencing sympathy symptoms when Croc's pregnant: "If Crocodile ever did a maternity shoot it would be him holding dragon from behind (Basically the whole shoot would imply dragon was the pregnant one)" and I couldn't help thinking about what finding that pregnancy shoot would mean for the kid. X'D

And since it's always funny to draw Kite (especially when she can bother Sakazuki) I made a little comic~

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sky's the limit ☀️

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love estrid as a character SPECIFICALLY because we need more god awful moms in one piece. like 70% of fathers in this series are shitheads we gotta balance the scales more. so far big mom has been doing the heavy lifting alone as an evil MILF spiders georg.

"average one piece character has mommy trauma" factoid just a statistical error. average one piece character has a dead mother. charlotte linlin, who has 85 children and gives each of them a unique mental illness, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

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Thank god he's not blonde.

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A Dream Come True

Shanks x Reader x Rayleigh

Warning ⚠️: Smut

The crash of the waves against the Red Force didn't calm your nerves as it usually did. Your destination was on the horizon, and you were nervous about dropping anchor. How would this reunion go? How would you tell Shanks the truth? He would be forgiving. Right?

“Ain't you quiet today?” Beckman teased as he stood beside you.

“Just excited to be on something other than the sea for a little while.”

“You're a shitty liar,” he huffed.

Beckman dropped the subject when your conversation was interrupted by an excited Shanks. The captain wrapped his arm around your waist before he swayed side to side with you in his grasp. Despite his age, he was still that rambunctious guy you grew up with on the Oro Jackson. Thinking of such joyful days, you smile before kissing his cheek.

“I can't wait to see him,” Shanks beamed, “Still can't believe you and Buggy saw him last!”

“It was five years ago. Stop being jealous.”

“Who's jealous? I won! I got you to ditch Buggy and join me,” Shanks said while kissing your shoulder, “Rayleigh's going to shit himself seeing us!”

“I knew he was old but damn,” Beckman interjected.

He was indeed old. The man had aged like a fine wine like you always knew he would. Roger may have been a father figure, but Rayleigh had been your lustful awakening. Five years ago, every teenage yearning you had for the man faded into fantasy. You had saw the light, and nothing you could dream of came close.

Heavily panting with sweat clinging to every inch of your body, you arched into the man before you. Him holding you firmly against the wall as he thrust into you was pushing you over the edge. How could a man feel so good inside of you? His gentle touch was gone as his fingers wrapped around your throat to apply pressure. Broken cries left your lips as you began to see stars.

"That's it, Little One," he exhales against your shoulder, "Just like that."

You could almost taste the deliciousness of your release rapidly approaching. His grunts seemed to vibrate through your body. Rayleigh aimed to reach deeper inside of you with each stroke. He kissed away the tears of pleasure that rolled down your cheeks. There were far too many feelings battling within you.

Mainly the nagging of your conscience saying this was wrong and the bliss you felt from years of pining.

“ Rayleigh! You feel so good,” you cry while raking your nails down his spine.

His hand left your throat and found your leg. Hoisting you higher up the wall, he looks into your eyes before sliding his free hand between your bodies. His thumb thoughtfully circled your sweet bundle of nerves, and screams that could shatter glass fell from your lips. Finally, you threw your head back against the wall and let your orgasm consume you. His movements continued as you melted against the wall in a puddle of bliss. Moments later, you gripped his shoulders and pressed your forehead to his while he pulsed inside you.

“ Is that what you wanted for your first time?”

“ More than that.”

“Babe! BABE!” Shanks shouts.

“Yea,” you answer, snapping out of your thoughts.

“There he is!”

Just as expected, Rayleigh was waiting for you all to come ashore. Ever watchful, Beckman had already read you like a book. Shanks was beside himself with joy as he jumped from the ship to greet the man who raised him. The sound of Yasopp scolding the captain had everyone in an uproar of laughter, but you remained stoic.

“You fucked his old man, huh,” Beckman states.

“Fucks sake, Beck,” you seethe while hitting him, “Shut up!”

“Don't go gettin' pissy with me.”

The sound of Shanks screaming for you to jump over and join them cut through the air.

“You shouldn't keep him waiting.”

“Shanks isn't going anywhere.”

“I'm not talkin about Shanks,” he shrugs.

With a groan and your heart plummeting to your stomach, you take the same exit as Shanks. As always, your lover was firmly dependable as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his arm held you close. If he had any patience, he would've waited for the ladder to drop. Shimmying down his frame, you stand on your feet and face the man of the hour. Sly eyes met yours behind those familiar glasses of his. He hadn't aged a day since you last saw him.

“Well, look who's back,” Rayleigh smiles, “Get over here!”

There was no containing the bubbly excitement that rushed through your veins. It was like coming home as you ran to the silver fox. He lifted you with ease. Pressing a loving kiss to your cheek while twirling you in his arms, Rayleigh was glad to see you. Once you were back on your feet, Shanks wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Lost an arm, gained the prettiest thing to sail the sea,” Shanks says, “Pretty fair trade. Right, Old man?”

“I think so,” Rayleigh chuckles, “Just glad to see you both.”

“Glad to see you too, Rayleigh,” you smile, “We missed you.”

You didn't miss the hungry look in his eyes as he glanced at you with a kind smile. The man was a charmer and made sure to pass said trait on to Shanks. Maybe that's why you fell for them both. You all followed Rayleigh to your destination, Shakky's Rip-Off Bar. The location's namesake was away on business, per Rayleigh. That was a shame since you missed her just as much as her other half.

“Make yourselves at home,” Rayleigh announced, “There's plenty of food and drinks. Everything is still where it was during your last visit.”

Your crew-mates scattered like roaches once the gracious host gave permission. Drinks were poured, food served, and stories told; You sat perched on Shanks' lap with Beckman, Yasopp, Lucky, and Rayleigh around the same table. The men caught up on every aspect of life since their last encounter. Be it the alcohol or the tension, you could feel yourself suffocating with Shanks' hand between your thighs, and Rayleigh's perceptive eyes inspecting you. Beckman's smirk didn't go unnoticed either.

“I'm gonna go get cleaned up,” you said.

“You and Shanks' things are in the last room on the right,” Yasopp told you, “I made sure they didn't lose it this time.”

“You want me to come with you, Babe?” Shanks offers with a firm squeeze to your inner left thigh.

“No. I know you love a good drink.”

“Love you more.”

“Oh, for fucks sake. Ya gonna fuck on the table or what?” Beckman groans.

“Sounds like you're the one in need of a fuckin,” you sass.

“Come on, you can use the good bathroom,” Rayleigh insists, “I'll show you where everything is.”

Never one to question him, you immediately do as he says. The stairs creak under your combined weight as he follows you to the room you will share with your captain. He stood in the doorway as you gathered your things.

“You and Shanks make quite the pair.”

“You probably saw that coming from a mile away,” you laugh without even looking at him.

“Always knew it would be him or Buggy,” he sighs, “Figured it wasn't Buggy during your last visit.”

He knew it wasn't Buggy because he was rearranging your guts with Buggy next door last time. You bit your lip at the memory of Rayleigh's hands being the first to explore your body. You had other lovers, but no one came close to making you feel the way he and Shanks could. Only your dreams knew how much you wanted both of them to ruin you, or so you thought.

“Babe, why don't you focus on cleaning up a little later,” came Shanks' voice and the sound of the door closing, “Be a shame to get clean just to get dirty.”

You whipped around to see the redhead standing with the old man. Mouth drying and knees trembling, you look between the two in confusion. Shanks was the first to come forward. His lips pressed to yours in a calming smooch.

“You thought I didn't know?” he pressed, “Buggy couldn't wait to tell me how good you sounded fucking the old man.”

“Shanks, I...” you couldn't think of an excuse.

“You've had the hots for him since we were old enough.”

“I wanted to tell you.”

“You talk in your sleep,” he whispered, “Pretty hard to ignore you drenching our sheets callin' both our names.”

You could hardly breathe at the revelation. Rayleigh positioned himself behind you.

“You know how good that makes this old man feel?” Rayleigh grins.

Sandwiched between them, you press your hands to Shanks' chest. Feeling his laughter rumble beneath your fingertips let you know this was no dream. Your ultimate fantasy was moments away from reality.

“Is this okay?” Rayleigh quietly questioned.

“Yes.”

Time seemed to stand still as they undressed you. Shanks held your chin between his fingers to keep you focused on him while Rayleigh caressed you from behind. Those large hands of his worked their magic as he kissed the back of your neck and massaged your breasts. Lost in the moment, you moaned when Rayleigh’s hands slid down to grip between your thighs before he turned you into a heavily breathing bucking frenzy.

“You like that, Babe,” Shanks asked, “Does he make you feel good?”

“So damn good."

You were ready from their touch and voices alone. Stripping Shanks and pushing him to the bed before straddling him, you offer your backside to Rayleigh. He was all too pleased to accept. Always prepared, Rayleigh was quick to retrieve lubricant from the bedside table to prep you for the pleasure you would receive. As the older man fills you up, you bite into Shanks' shoulder while you adjust to the intrusion.

“Hungry for us,” Rayleigh croons while spreading a mix of your slick and the lube to ease his backdoor entry.

“Is that true, Baby,” Shanks asked as he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him, “You’re hungry for our cocks?”

“Starved!”

So many hands as they ravaged and touched you with burning desire. Shanks expertly guided you onto his length.

“This is everything,” you cry.

“Anything for you,” Shanks promised with a kiss.

Before you knew it, they stuffed you as they moved in tandem. You clawed at Shanks for purchase while Rayleigh drilled you into the man beneath you. Their movements became rougher the closer they got to their release. Already seeing stars, you shattered around their shafts. Was this the quickest you ever tapped out? Yes. Were you willing to try again? Hell yes. Could your body take more of them? No. Wrecked and leaking, you sob against Shanks when he empties into you.

“The old man can outlast us both,” he laughs.

Rayleigh grabs the back of your neck, dragging you up to press your back to his chest. Craining your neck to meet his gaze, he crashes his lips to yours as his hips stutter. Then, he's filling you just as you dreamed.

“Always so good,” he mutters against your lips.

You looked down at Shanks to see his reaction to the exchange. There was no jealousy, only calmness. He really did take the habits of the old bastard behind you.

“I want more,” you tell them.

“They're all yours, Shanks,” Rayleigh says, “I know they're well taken care of.”

“Maybe one for the road?” Shanks asked, “They get bratty on the sea.”

“I can hear you both,” you snap.

Rayleigh silenced you with another kiss to your lips.

“I'm an old man now,” he says, “Can't keep this up.”

There's a starstruck look in your eyes when he slides out of you. Rayleigh quietly gathers his things and leaves you to Shanks. Sticky and aching for more, you give him your loving thanks.

“You're the best.”

“I know."

“How would you feel about Beck?” you test.

You could feel him hardening beneath you at the mention of his first mate. You weren't the only one who spoke in your sleep.