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dragon except he's dressed up cute

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You know… the Navy grooming Dragon to surpass Garp would certainly explain why he knows how to properly pour the wine in that one scene.

They probably had him taking etiquette lessons in between drills and training missions for when he was eventually meant to be serving and taking orders from the Gorosei directly.

Soul crushing work, physically and mentally. Barely enough time to himself in a day to even sleep. All of it to better break him down and shape him back up.

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So is dragon probably Roger and Garp's son? That means ace his step-brother and uncle to Luffy and .... Shit this is more of a mess up tree family.., 😭 😭

We don't know! Garp is refusing to give an answer :P

I've drawn family trees before which you can check out here!

The most messed up one I can offer (including OCs) it this:

Here you can see all the icons I've drawn so far:

I don't know how to make them available for you to play with and make your own disastrous, world breaking, Fleet Admiral stressing family trees *lol*

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Baby boy. Baby.

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Your father killed a boy

The boy was younger than 6

You see him in your dreams sometimes.

He cries and cries, he cried when your father killed him.

If you’re being honest, you’re glad he’s dead. All the crying was getting annoying.

Sometimes you wonder, who the boy would’ve become if he hadn’t died.

It’s impossible to know for sure, 6 is so young.

But not young enough to escape death it would seem.

The boy stands in the corner of the room sometimes. Eyes burning, you wonder if your eyes will burn like that after death.

You don’t like to remember being human,

It helps that you hardly remember anything anyway. Just flashes and whispers.

But you aren’t human and you’re glad you’re not. Being human is to cry, like the boy strapped down on the table

and perhaps to die like him too.

There’s a voice in your head that isn’t your own. Humans don’t have that either.

The Phoenix your father displayed held aloft by wires and tubes.

Wretched and twisted, kept suspended between death and life.

Never truly died.

You wish it had.

People you learn quick are motivated by above all, desire

For power

For money

For skin

Your blood drips and your father grins.

The new crew member befuddles you, though not for size or shape though you wonder if it is buccaneer or Elbaf blood that runs through his veins.

The giant is kind.

You cannot understand that.

Your crew sneers at you, curses your name. Yet they still sail with you, drink from your veins. Greedy mouths slurp down the power you offer.

But not the giant.

The giant stood before you, bloody fists and refused your offer.

You tell yourself it’s the smell of iron that makes your heart skip a beat.

In the end, He agrees to sail with you under the condition you give protection to his homeland.

What a fool, you say.

And he is, for only a fool would take nothing for himself.

Months pass, the giant does what he does and you do what you do.

It’s work stripping flesh from bone, but it’s good, mindless. It calms you.

Your arms get covered in red and when the body is fresh it’s warm.

The boy never shows up when you do this.

You don’t think about why.

Kill killl killl rip kill death death death you shall not hold me death death

You bite into the dead celestials heart and the voice is silenced.

It’s not permanent but you enjoy the respite nevertheless.

Hearts are best, but they must be fresh. The rest can be preserved and stored. A small piece with each meal calms the voice enough that you don’t drown in the chasm of anger and despair that resides inside you.

You are fully aware of your crews thoughts on this particular pastime.

The raucous laughter and exaggerated disgust rolls over you like water over stone.

Blood congeals on your tongue as you lick your fingers clean.

“Everyone says it tastes like pork but it doesn’t does it?”

You don’t jump, you had to learn a long time ago. That even when startled one must not react. So you don’t. You meet the giants gaze with a steady look and then go back to slicing and prepping the meat.

Apparently the giant takes your silence as an invitation because he sits down, close enough to smell the meat.

Then he starts talking.

“I’ve met cannibals you know. Couple tried to take my island. They have this…”

He made a gesture. “Look about them, like they’re wondering how to serve you on a plate.”

You make a grunt of agreement, hoping the giant would leave and you could get back to work.

“They make these dishes.” He continues oblivious to the fact you just picked up the knife again and will now have to put it down.

“Big fancy meals with delicious smells. Like they want you to be tempted. They are.. gleeful almost.”

You really don’t know what is possessing this man to keep talking.

“When I was younger, there was a hard winter. There wasn’t enough provisions and honestly?” He looks up at the sky. “I was prepared to die. But a couple of our elders they.. they refused to let the children starve. One of the adults, Mack, he.. he made a stew with the meat and when I close my eyes I can see him.”

The giants eyes go distant.

“Mack killed himself that summer.”

You look at him now, really look at him. Taking in the crooked fingers and odd scar. The lines of his silhouette that speak to a hard won survival.

“Why?” The word passes your lips without real thought behind it.

Gold eyes meet yours and for a moment you hope that the man will ignore your question and keep talking about nonsensical things.

You’re never that lucky. The overly tall man gives one last searching look before turning away.

“I’ve met cannibals, but you? You have the same look in your eyes as he did.”

With that you are left alone again to fillet corpses.

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Happy birthday Corazón, the dad ever <3

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Happy birthday penguin yayyyy

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An average conversation on the Polar Tang! Shachi and Penguin are losers and I love them for it lol.

(Also I like to think Law gets involved just to make fun of them)

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mostly penguin x shachi stuff

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⚡️💖 LET'S JAM! 💖⚡️

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Line the next one up, breakups are hard.

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Photographer Penguin x Painter Shachi

Penguin is intrigued by a painter, carefully filling his canvas stroke after stroke in a secluded corner of nature. He doesn't know what captivates him so much, the sunset is probably playing some tricks on him. But that practically glowing auburn hair burns itself into his soul. The subconscious snapping of his camera betrays his presence, the gentle but cocky smirk he's rewarded with in return enraptures his heart. That traitor.

With this chance meeting, they unraveled a connection neither of them had dreamed of. Showing each other their view of the world (and them respectively) through their own lenses soon becomes their favorite past time. Their different mediums mesh together like pieces of a puzzle, so similar yet different in kind. Their exchanges easily becoming their favorite works of art. Because to Shachi and Penguin, they realize the most elaborate creation is the other. And always will be.

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A random night on the Polar Tang

Penguin: so uhm... Captain?

Shachi: Pen and I have something to tell you...

Law:.. how much do I have to deduct from your share this time?

Shachi: woah, rude! Why do you assume we broke something instantly??

Penguin: Nothing happened! This is a serious matter!

Law: Oh? Consider me listening, then. What's so pressing you're barging into my quarter at this late hour?

Penguin: well... you see... Shachi and I aren't as straight as we thought we were...

Shachi: and as we are a crew we thought you should know we are dating now!

Law: *staring exasperated at the two blushing, nervous men*..... and the sky is blue. Why are you telling me this now? Isn't it a little bit late for that?

Shachi: wait. what? Why are you so calm?!

Penguin: and what do you mean 'a little late'? we came straight to you after deciding on this!

Law:... Are you two for real now...? I wedded you two myself. 6 fucking years ago! You're even wearing wedding bands around your neck ever since?!

Penguin: WE'RE WHAT NOW??!!

Shachi: WE DO WHAT NOW??!!

Law: what the fuck do you think those are??? You insisted on me doing you the honor that very night. I still don't know where you even got those rings from. Nor do I want to, to be honest.

Penguin&Shachi: huh.... Well... Friendship rings of course?

Law: *can't hold his snort any longer* sure. friendship rings. And that smooching session at the end of the ceremony was just kissing 'the homies good night', I get it.

Penguin: Damn. Did we even go on a honeymoon? I feel betrayed out of my matrimonial rights now.

Shachi: huh.... well. we're just dating for barely 20 minutes, but if you wanna cash in on that, I'm game, dude.

Law: oh for fucks sake...if you don't need anything else, get out!

Shachi&Penguin: Aye Aye, Captain~!

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Penguin: *lazily spinning in an office chair and munching crackers*

Bepo: Sorry.. But why exactly are you here again?

Penguin: I'm conducting an experiment. *looks at stopwatch* Can't be much longer now.

Hakugan: What kind of experiment?

Penguin: How fast Shachi can find his conditioner.

Bepo:.. Don't tell me you took it again?

Hakugan:.. But aren't you rather conditioning him to find you that way?

Penguin: *grins* Well, it's for research purposes.

*heavy footsteps and yelling in the hallway*

Shachi: *skidding to a stop at the doorframe, looking like a drenched cat* PENGUIN!!! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!

Penguin: *stopping the watch* Oh, under 7 minutes, that's a new record!

Shachi: I DON'T CARE, GIVE IT BACK, YOU JERK!

Penguin: Yes, yes, I'll help you fix your hair, don't worry. *follows a pouting Shachi*

Hakugan: Is this what they call un-conditional love...?

Bepo: Who knows. I just know I'm not mopping up that water trail...

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I just think they're neat 🐧🐬

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A round of scattergories

Law: for animal, I got polar bear.

Ikkaku: what a surprise. I have platypus.

Shachi: Penguin.

Law and Ikkaku: *snorting* who would've guessed.

Penguin:*stares at Shachi* Porpoise.

Shachi: Oi. What's that supposed to mean?!

Penguin: *smirking* why? are you taking offense?

Shachi: I don't know! Depends, did you just roast me or did you call me cute?

Penguin: hmm...both.

*chaos ensues*

Law: I can't believe they're grown ass adults, fighting over a game like toddlers...

Ikkaku: Oh, I don't think they're at their throats for much longer, more like down their throats... GET A ROOM, YOU ANIMALS!!

Law:Room. Shambles. *sighing* Now, where were we?

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happy penguin day! 4/25/2025