#-holding up monkey d luffy- I JUST THINK HES NEAT

[songofstrawhats]

Luffy Week Day 4- Emotion

One of the things I am most fascinated by in One Piece is the continuity between this small angry child, and the happy-go-lucky pirate he becomes.

I think it's all still in there, he just knows more now!!!

[phoenixtherobot]

Have some doodles from over the past couple of days! Can you tell I have a favorite? (It's law)

[tojiphile]

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

[alkhale]

Memos Age Swap AU (ko-fi request)

If I was reading your post correctly I can request a snippet? If that is correct I am a tad bit desperate for more of the age swap memos au with the younger Shanks and Mihawk~~~~~

(You guys spoil me with some of these requests.)

“Sorry, brats, I know it’s a bit uncomfortable but just bear with me for a bit.”

I could bear with this for an eternity. Shanks thought amiably, calmly, almost saying the words just as pleasantly. I can even make this a lot more bearable for the both of us.

The heavy tromp tromp tromp of marine issued boots forced small rocks and pebbles to come raining down onto their heads. Soldiers shouted left and right above them, running like chickens without heads as they searched fruitlessly for the dangerously high bounty wielding pirates they’d happened upon.

They really think they can catch me? Shanks grinned a bit at the thought. They can’t even catch Buggy! Admiral Koby was a different matter, but with these new rookies and soldiers, it was a cake walk in the park. Honestly, they didn’t even really need to be hiding.

So why were they hiding?

Because Shanks was one lucky sea dog, that’s why.

I don’t know what I did in my past life. Shanks thought belatedly, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. But I’m glad I did it.

The particular town they’d happened upon for restocking supplies had become swarmed with marines all following the rumor that the Pirate King himself would be stopping by just because this town made a particularly amazing dish of charred sea king. Sure enough, Monkey D. Luffy had come, sending people screaming for the hills and marines quaking in their boots because Monkey D. Luffy was not a man who hid what he did and could care less about what anyone thought of it.

“I wanted some good meat!”

The news of their arrival had sent shivers down Shanks’ spine, a rolling, buzzing hum of excitement in the presence of the man he wanted to become. The man he sought to climb towards, higher and higher and—the thought of seeing his beautiful crewmate.

Shanks was another year older, of course, and another year wiser. He was handsome and charming and he was a son of the sea. He’d had his romp in the hay with several beautiful women in his time so far, had his little flings, his little moments of adoration over lovely, fearsome ladies but, but, but.

He spent nights in his bunk haunted by ocean eyes.

Shanks and Buggy had split down the middle of town, Buggy hauling the rest of their provisions while Shanks shook the marines off their tale in a classic little game. What he hadn’t gambled on was running face-to-chest first into mounds of soft flesh and muscle, accompanied by a short, rough ka!

The two of them had smashed into one more thing, bowling over and knocking into two wooden doors, holding closed an old ale cellar. Just before they’d all toppled head first, Hoku’s boots had smacked outwards, her sword hitting the side of the cellar tunnel and then they’d been left, suspended mid-air, squeezed so tightly together they had wedged themselves in.

Stuck.

“Why am I always running into you,” Hoku had wondered, not at all annoyed, almost playful amused as always, though a bit strained from the tight space. “You’ve got some bad luck, Red Hair.”

Shanks thought the absolute opposite. He had some damn good luck.

“Beautiful as always, dove,” Shanks purred, a bit of a wheeze to his words from their tight proximity. “You’ve been gone too long.”

Very good luck because here Shanks was, his back pressed flat against cobblestone and dirt, wedged from falling down some long tunnel cellar. Here he was, the smell of the ocean and perhaps copper and something else winding all around him, bright, paper white hair pulled into a wispy bun atop her head. Hoku’s toned, powerful thighs wrapped around his hips as her boots braced them against the wall behind them—God, he could feel her sitting on his thighs—her chest pressed close, close, close to his face, one arm grabbing her sword, the other wedged tight in-between them so she couldn’t move it.

Keep your head in your heart, Shanks, buddy, you can do it. He was about to lose his mind, to be perfectly honest.

But there was only one small hiccup to this little rendevouz. Small, miniscule and unnecessary.

“Sorry,” Hoku apologized again, turning her head a bit. “I know it’s tight. You alright?”

Dracule Mihawk, currently wedged into the other side of the cellar tunnel, also supporting Hoku’s weight over his thighs, hands settled calmly onto his legs, dangerously close to Hoku’s hips, chest pressed tight to her back—simply nodded.

The three of them.

“Why the hell are you here?” Shanks mouthed over Hoku’s shoulder. Mihawk stared dully at him. “When’d you even get here?”

Mihawk blinked once, slowly, giving Shanks a moment to consider.

Shanks made shush motions with his head, jerking rapidly with his finger to Hoku who was more focused on how she was going to haul herself out of this little tunnel—the two brats should be fine on their own. Mihawk continued to look at him as though he were no more than a bug before calmly moving his lips.

“Followed her,” Mihawk mouthed. “To find him.”

Memories of bright spearmint and a wandering hand placed firmly on the hilt of Hoku’s sword made Shanks sour a touch. Mihawk leaned his head back against the wall, calmly waiting.

I should just make the most of this wonderful situation. Shanks thought, leaning a little more forward. Hoku didn’t seem to mind, his head resting in the soft dip of her collarbone, above her chest. “Dove, where’s your crew headed off to next?”

“Hm?” Hoku glanced down at him, moving awkwardly to shift her head. “My crew? What’s it to you?” Her eyes sparkled dangerously. “Your captain looking to cause some trouble?”

“Of course not,” Shanks said, lips curling upwards. “Not yet at least. I just want to know where I can find you next. My heart can’t take these yearly meet-ups.”

“Be glad it’s only a year,” Hoku said. “Nothing good could come of anymore than that.”

Shanks frowned, “Dove! I’d see you any—”

“Hey, brat,” Hoku said. Shanks looked up obediently and she rolled her eyes. “The other brat.” Mihawk blinked his eyes open. “Can you move that arm?”

Mihawk wordlessly raised his left hand. Hoku grinned, “Good. I’ve got a brush right here,” she motioned with her chin to her breasts and Shanks blinked, mind halting. “Think you can reach it?”

What?

“What?” Shanks squawked. Hoku glanced to him and Mihawk simply kept his hand raised, expressionless. “Wait a minute, I can—”

“Your hands are stuck there,” Hoku said, motioning to where his hands were wedged between her back, cradling the dip of lean skin and stuck against Mihawk’s chest. “He’s got a free one. If you can get it free, pass it to me and I’ll get us out of this. Goddess knows the marines would have a field day with us.”

“I’ll use my mouth!” Shanks offered.

Hoku rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t make it more complicated. It’s just right there, alright? Can’t miss it.”

Mihawk’s hand raised itself from Hoku’s hip, reaching over her shoulder and brushing against her chin. Shanks watched his fingertips, souring and glowering, but unable to stop the transfixed, almost magnetized way he watched. Hoku tipped her head to the side, exposing a column of soft tan, lined with an array of thin, unhealed scars that stood out unsightly against her skin. Unsightly to anyone else. The kind that didn’t heal in a smooth little line, but stood out ragged, as though she’d been burned.

What stories you must be able to tell. Shanks swallowed, a hard bob against his throat. His hands pressed a little harder into her back. Mihawk’s golden gaze flickered to him once, his hand slowly brushing past Hoku’s collarbone, pulling the top aside.

Shanks’ breath caught in his throat.

Mihawk’s fingers dipped. Soft skin exposed, the soft mound of flesh. Shanks’ hands pressed a little harder into Hoku’s back, his hips fitting a little more snug. Hoku shifted, looking back to them from where she’d been watching the mouth of the cellar.

“Sanji! I think I smell her over here!”

“Over there? In that dirty cellar? Hoku Honey, where are you?”

Mihawk’s hand paused. Shanks blinked, looking startled and Hoku’s eyes brightened, a happy grin curling over her lips.

“Sanji!” Hoku shouted, uncaring for any marines that might hear. At Mihawk’s unsettled look she added, “None of ‘em will be coming this way if those two are up there. Sanji! Chopper!”

A shadow fell over the three of them as Shanks looked up in shock. Golden blonde hair fell in a heavy lock over one eye, the strands pulled back into a small ponytail at the base of his neck. His suit jacket left a few buttons undone, a neat, even trim on his chin. Rolling muscles and—

“Hoku Honey!” Vinsmoke Sanji cried, smoke trailing up from his lips as he peered down the tunnel. “What are you doing down there, my love?”

“Love?” Shanks repeated.

“Got a bit stuck,” Hoku called up sheepishly. “Lend me a hand?”

“Of course my—who the hell are those beasts?” Sanji barked out, nearly throwing himself over the side of the cellar. “What the—get your grimy paws off Hoku, snot nosed brats!”

“Ah! That’s the scary kid who’s been fighting Zoro! And that’s eek! Hoku! That kid’s traveling with that scary rookie!” Chopper’s snout peeked over the rim of the cellar. “Are you hurt?”

“Peachy,” Hoku said. “We just ran into each other. No harm done.”

She flashed Shanks a look filled with fonder amusement, “Too much these days though.”

“Not enough, dove,” Shanks murmured, eyes trained on her lips and the rise and fall of her chest. Hoku frowned, arching a curious brow.

“No harm done, huh?” Sanji said darkly, eyeing Shanks and Mihawk’s hands and their compromised position. Shanks frowned, flexing his fingers against Hoku’s back with a pout. “Alright, Hoku Honey! Give me just one second~ I’ll get you out right away!”

His words finally slapped hard into the side of Shanks’ head, breaking him from his daze. Mihawk remained silent, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as his hands returned to Hoku’s hips. She shifted, leaning more of her weight onto Shanks’ thighs and he cursed under his breath, mind racing to figure out someway to make this last a second longer—

“When can I see you again?” Shanks murmured.

“Me?” Hoku looked back to him. “You’re better off not seeing me again, brat.”

“I want too,” Shanks said. “I’ll die if I don’t.”

“Still talking sweet,” Hoku said, a bit soft. Shanks shook his head. “Listen, kid, you ought to just—”

“I really,” Hoku froze, she leaned back on instinct, resting against the warm press of Mihawk’s open chest. Shanks pressed forward, his forehead coming to rest on the bare skin of her collarbone. “Really want to see you again, dove.”

A moment. A beat. Shanks raised his head, eyes swimming, the smell of her, the feel of her, the press of skin and the too tempting touch making him feel drunk on bravery, on the slim chance he could sneak off with—

“Here I am, Hoku Honey!” Toned, suited legs came down, polished loafers effectively smashing into Shanks’ cheek and nearly Mihawk’s forehead. Sanji had been lowered, all cologne and cigarette smoke by one arm as he stretched out his other.

“Sanji,” Hoku said, happy and light. “Thanks.”

She promptly shifted her grip on her sword and Sanji’s fingers easily found hers, wrapping tightly and weaving through as he tugged her arm up and over his neck. Hoku’s weight was promptly ripped from between the two teens, Sanji’s arm snaking firmly and politely over the curve of her hip. Hoku dropped her sword down and Sanji’s waiting hand caught it midair, tucking it snug against her lower back. He swooned, eyes filled with hearts as Hoku freed her arm and wrapped them both around his neck, pressing a light kiss to his chin.

“Anything for you, my love!” Sanji crooned. “Pull us up, Chopper!”

“Aye!” came the muffled reply. Shanks blinked and Mihawk’s legs quickly shot out, the disappearance of Hoku’s weight forcing the two of them to shove both their legs as far as they could reach, smacking into the opposite wall of each other.

“It was nice seeing you again, brats,” Hoku called down to them, a small smile playing on her lips while Sanji glared hot daggers over the top of her head. “Good luck, yeah?”

Shanks’ mouth opened in protest while Mihawk simply inclined his head in a small nod.

“See you on the Grand Line!”

And then just like that, with a muttered curse from Sanji and a soft word, they were gone.

Shanks blinked, a tumble of emotions welling up in his chest until the clearest realization came to the forefront, bringing his attention to Mihawk across from him.

They were still stuck together.

“Okay,” Shanks said. “I’ll tell you what, we need to scream as loud as we can for a guy named Buggy on three, okay?”

Mihawk stared at him as one would a bug.

[recentanimenews]

Why Scars Are So Important In One Piece

Editor's Note: This is a republication of a feature by Daniel Dockery that originally appeared on Crunchyroll News on 4/13/19.

---

  Do you have a cool scar? I wish I did. Most of mine are sadly....in my heart. I'm asking that because One Piece is full of cool scars. Now, I'm not one to talk about One Piece very often, but I do think that one of the cool things that it does is use scars as kind of a world-building motif. We're dealing with a universe of punch pirates and laser pirates and Sanji, so obviously even the most meek in the world are gonna be covered, head to toe, in battle wounds. But what One Piece does is use these scars as the connective tissue of its universe. People aren't just related by blood, but by the blood they've spilt.

  Take a look at Luffy's post time skip chest. He's got a big ol' X-shaped scar on it. On one hand, this is neat because a popular pirate phrase is "X marks the spot," and as we all know, THE STRAW HAT PIRATE CREW IS THE SPOT TO BE IN, Y'ALL, DOORS CLOSE AT 4 AM, LEMON DROP SHOTS ARE JUST $3. But this scar also irrevocably connects him to Akainu, the fleet admiral of the Marines who slaughtered his brother Ace. It also connects him to Jinbei, who was protecting Luffy at the time, and also suffered a wound when Akainu punched through him and hit Luffy. So it's not just a reminder that Akainu is terrible, but also that Luffy owes Jinbei his life. Luffy's X scar represents both a rivalry and a bond. 

    This scar is also interesting for two other reasons, with the first being that it's a cool way to differentiate between pre time skip and post time skip Luffy. Oda could've just had Luffy come back after his time skip training with bigger biceps and/or a goatee, but the scar feels more definitive of his change and is a reminder of all that was lost during the Marineford battle. Secondly, it also seems like a cool callback to the anime-only Ocean's Dream filler arc where Zoro, while hypnotized, cut an X in Luffy's chest. Sure, the X would disappear, at least by the time Luffy started unbuttoning his shirts again in the Thriller Bark arc, but it's still an awesome detail and one that could set the sails of a thousand fan debates. 

    It also links characters that you've never seen interact over the course of the entire show, giving the world a sense of history beyond what you see. Shanks, the goofy, red-haired older cousin of the Grand Line, got his facial scar from Blackbeard before he even met Luffy. How did they meet? When exactly did they meet? What were they fighting over? None of these questions have been answered, but we know that Shanks has a stressed relationship with Blackbeard that can be built upon in the future. Shanks vs Blackbeard is, like, a One Piece WrestleMania level match up, and the foundation is already there. 

    Also, Shanks has his lost arm, which ties him to Luffy forever. And he's not even mad about it! He's just like "Yeah, handshakes might be a little clumsy at first, but at least you're safe, rubber chosen one." 

  They can also be the source of intense mystery. For example, when Zoro came back post time skip after training under Mihawk, fans may have noticed that something was different. Can YOU spot the change? Take a pen and ruin your smartphone by circling all one differences.

  Pre time skip Zoro:

    Post time skip Zoro:

    The dude's eye is gone. And while Zoro has the directional sense of a paper airplane being thrown into a hurricane, it's hard to believe that a simple missed turn led to him losing one of his eyes. And we may never know what caused it, as Zoro hasn't been like "Oh, THIS? Funny story..." Instead, it just connects him to Silvers Rayleigh, who has a similar scar and was former first mate to the former Pirate King Gol D. Roger. Now Zoro is current first mate to Monkey D. Luffy, who is the FUTURE Pirate King. Unless, of course, Eiichiro Oda decides to swerve us and end One Piece with "And then Crocodile became Pirate King. There. Are you happy now?"

  But the number one scar in One Piece is the one that Luffy gave himself in the very first manga chapter. Now, anime viewers didn't know how he got that scar until the Episode of Luffy special, probably because I doubt the creators of the One Piece anime thought "You know what will REALLY liven up our spirited, colorful, action packed anime about a goofy crew of pirates? Self mutilation by a second grader." But Luffy gave that to himself in an attempt to impress Shanks and his crew. However, I think it means more than that.

    Obviously, don't stab yourself under the eye. I know it would be rad to end a job interview with "AND TO PROVE THAT I'M TOUGH ENOUGH FOR THE POSITION OF SALES MANAGER..." and give yourself a scar in the back room of a Costco, but don't do it. For Luffy, though, giving himself a scar on his own volition means that he is, quite literally, carving his own path. Luffy's journey will be different from any other pirate before him. It will be all his own. There are many stories behind the many characters of One Piece, but Luffy scarring himself tells us that the one you're watching, the one about the Straw Hat Crew, is wholly unique.

  And it's a story that I plan to keep watching on Crunchyroll. And you should, too, if you're not. I expect this show to last roughly forty more years, so there's plenty of time for cool, new scars to show up. 

  What is your favorite scar on One Piece? What scar holds the most mystery for you? Tell us in the comments!

  ----------------------

  Daniel Dockery is a writer for Crunchyroll. He loves One Piece and only slightly likes his Twitter.

Do you love writing? Do you love anime? If you have an idea for a features story, pitch it to Crunchyroll Features!

  By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com

[recentanimenews]

Why Scars Are So Important In One Piece

  Do you have a cool scar? I wish I did. Most of mine are sadly....in my heart. I'm asking that because One Piece is full of cool scars. Now, I'm not one to talk about One Piece very often, but I do think that one of the cool things that it does is use scars as kind of a world-building motif. We're dealing with a universe of punch pirates and laser pirates and Sanji, so obviously even the most meek in the world are gonna be covered, head to toe, in battle wounds. But what One Piece does is use these scars as the connective tissue of its universe. People aren't just related by blood, but by the blood they've spilt.

  Take a look at Luffy's post time skip chest. He's got a big ol' X-shaped scar on it. On one hand, this is neat because a popular pirate phrase is "X marks the spot," and as we all know, THE STRAW HAT PIRATE CREW IS THE SPOT TO BE IN, Y'ALL, DOORS CLOSE AT 4 AM, LEMON DROP SHOTS ARE JUST $3. But this scar also irrevocably connects him to Akainu, the fleet admiral of the Marines who slaughtered his brother Ace. It also connects him to Jinbei, who was protecting Luffy at the time, and also suffered a wound when Akainu punched through him and hit Luffy. So it's not just a reminder that Akainu is terrible, but also that Luffy owes Jinbei his life. Luffy's X scar represents both a rivalry and a bond. 

    This scar is also interesting for two other reasons, with the first being that it's a cool way to differentiate between pre time skip and post time skip Luffy. Oda could've just had Luffy come back after his time skip training with bigger biceps and/or a goatee, but the scar feels more definitive of his change and is a reminder of all that was lost during the Marineford battle. Secondly, it also seems like a cool callback to the anime-only Ocean's Dream filler arc where Zoro, while hypnotized, cut an X in Luffy's chest. Sure, the X would disappear, at least by the time Luffy started unbuttoning his shirts again in the Thriller Bark arc, but it's still an awesome detail and one that could set the sails of a thousand fan debates. 

    It also links characters that you've never seen interact over the course of the entire show, giving the world a sense of history beyond what you see. Shanks, the goofy, red-haired older cousin of the Grand Line, got his facial scar from Blackbeard before he even met Luffy. How did they meet? When exactly did they meet? What were they fighting over? None of these questions have been answered, but we know that Shanks has a stressed relationship with Blackbeard that can be built upon in the future. Shanks vs Blackbeard is, like, a One Piece WrestleMania level match up, and the foundation is already there. 

    Also, Shanks has his lost arm, which ties him to Luffy forever. And he's not even mad about it! He's just like "Yeah, handshakes might be a little clumsy at first, but at least you're safe, rubber chosen one." 

  They can also be the source of intense mystery. For example, when Zoro came back post time skip after training under Mihawk, fans may have noticed that something was different. Can YOU spot the change? Take a pen and ruin your smartphone by circling all one differences.

  Pre time skip Zoro:

    Post time skip Zoro:

    The dude's eye is gone. And while Zoro has the directional sense of a paper airplane being thrown into a hurricane, it's hard to believe that a simple missed turn led to him losing one of his eyes. And we may never know what caused it, as Zoro hasn't been like "Oh, THIS? Funny story..." Instead, it just connects him to Silvers Rayleigh, who has a similar scar and was former first mate to the former Pirate King Gol D. Roger. Now Zoro is current first mate to Monkey D. Luffy, who is the FUTURE Pirate King. Unless, of course, Eiichiro Oda decides to swerve us and end One Piece with "And then Crocodile became Pirate King. There. Are you happy now?"

  But the number one scar in One Piece is the one that Luffy gave himself in the very first manga chapter. Now, anime viewers didn't know how he got that scar until the Episode of Luffy special, probably because I doubt the creators of the One Piece anime thought "You know what will REALLY liven up our spirited, colorful, action packed anime about a goofy crew of pirates? Self mutilation by a second grader." But Luffy gave that to himself in an attempt to impress Shanks and his crew. However, I think it means more than that.

    Obviously, don't stab yourself under the eye. I know it would be rad to end a job interview with "AND TO PROVE THAT I'M TOUGH ENOUGH FOR THE POSITION OF SALES MANAGER..." and give yourself a scar in the back room of a Costco, but don't do it. For Luffy, though, giving himself a scar on his own volition means that he is, quite literally, carving his own path. Luffy's journey will be different from any other pirate before him. It will be all his own. There are many stories behind the many characters of One Piece, but Luffy scarring himself tells us that the one you're watching, the one about the Straw Hat Crew, is wholly unique.

  And it's a story that I plan to keep watching on Crunchyroll. And you should, too, if you're not. I expect this show to last roughly forty more years, so there's plenty of time for cool, new scars to show up. 

  What is your favorite scar on One Piece? What scar holds the most mystery for you? Tell us in the comments!

  ----------------------

  Daniel Dockery is a writer for Crunchyroll. He loves One Piece and only slightly likes his Twitter.

Do you love writing? Do you love anime? If you have an idea for a features story, pitch it to Crunchyroll Features!

  By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com