#this poor little pirate

[the-last-quest]

Sails didn’t consider himself to be too superstitious. He knew that charms and curses didn’t do anything. They were just stories that people made up to find confort, or to shun things they see as different.

Nevertheless, like many pirates he had good luck charms that were always on his person. They were a pair of earrings, a golden hoop and a coin. Well technically they weren’t earrings anymore Sails had broken off the studs, he wasn’t going to get his ears pierced again.

Sails didn’t actually believe that the two pieces of gold would bring him any luck, they hadn’t before so why would they now. Still he kept them tucked into his bandana, right where they would’ve sat before, because he wanted to.

He wanted to believe that they would protect him like he was told they would.

He wanted to believe her last words to him.

He wanted to believe that this time, with this crew, his luck could finally change.

[minniiaa]

The Heart Pirates love Nickleback and have that shit bumping through the surround sound you know they have installed in the Polar Tang.

Law has tried to ban it because he runs to his room every time Far Away comes on and he cries over his dead family.

He loses (unsurprisingly) even though this is his fucking ship and has to endure Shachi and Penguin popping off to Rockstar on a daily basis while he contemplates drowning himself.

[quirinah]

girl help! it’s amulet time 

[funkily]

scottcest (rat/pirate .. powmajor or shiprat maybe ?) for anon ! THIS IS CUTE ACTUALLY ?? them ..

🧭🧭🧭|💙💙💙|👒👒👒

[cipher-zoo]

I feel like if the Roger pirates ever celebrated birthdays they would forget buggy's at least once.

Hey Anon? Why???

This was the first thing I read upon waking up, and I did not need a broken heart this early in the morning. Damn!

Okay, but in all honesty, thank you so much for this. I always get so excited when people chose to share their thoughts with me 💙 Even if they break my heart! (Also, to be fair, I am a sucker for sad headcanons like this, so you don't have to hesitate when you want to share more of them!)

But now back to the subject of your message.

Firstly, yes!, I do believe that something like this could have happened. And it probably was under very unlucky circumstances. Buggy strikes me as the person who (at least as a child) would excitedly remind everyone that his birthday is coming up. But maybe that year something kept him from doing so. Maybe that year, the Roger Pirates found themselves in one bad situation after the other during the days leading up to the 8th of August. They got into multiple storms, were attacked by other pirates, hunted by marines etc. So truly there wasn't any time for Buggy to remind everyone (not that it should be a child's responsibility to remind their caretakers that it's their birthday) and with everything happening it slipped peoples minds.

Now the question, how can we make this even worse? The answer, let's include Shanks. So, the day of his birthday, Buggy wakes up and even he himself needs a few moments to recognize what day it is. But when he does, he gets super excited because he loves birthdays. Shanks doesn't say anything, which is weird, because Shanks is always almost as excited about Buggy's birthday as about his own.

But then Rayleigh doesn't say anything about it, and neither does Roger or anyone else on the crew. Buggy doesn't want to believe that they have forgotten, so he keeps asking subtle questions to random crew members about the significance of the day. And some of them are acting super weird and dodgy. So Buggy figures, all right, they are throwing him a surprise party. Which almost makes up for the crappy start to the day he had.

When night falls, Buggy ends up being right. There is a surprise party. Except, it's not for him. Turns out, during the fight the day before, Shanks finally managed to control his Haki and Roger has decided that that was an occasion that needed to be celebrated.

Buggy can't believe it and runs from the room, because he doesn't want to have a breakdown in front of all of them. The rest of the crew thinks that Buggy is jealous, because Shanks get recognition for his fighting, so for most of the night they let him hide wherever he ran off to.

Buggy spends the last few hours of his birthday curled up in the farthest corner of the storage room, behind some crates, sobbing his tiny heart out. Until, a few minutes to midnight, Rayleigh finally shows up. He asks if Buggy is truly this jealous, that he doesn't even want to spend a few moments up with the celebrating crew. And at first Buggy doesn't want to tell him, because he hates being seen as a little kid (even though he is) and surely nobody else would through a fit just because the crew forgot which day it was. But finally he breaks, and he just mutters that it's the 8th of August, and it still takes a few second for Rayleigh to understand what he means by that. But when he does, he feels incredibly bad. Because he just knows that this wouldn't have happened if it was Shanks in Buggy's place. Of course, he apologizes and he and the rest of the crew try to make up for it the next day, but you know … what's done is done. Ah yes! Pain in the morning. Don't we just love it??

[fauvester]

time honored garak-bashir tradition of dangerous holosuite romps

[undying-lilies]

trying real hard to ignore the new story concept that just popped into my head but man am I failing

[ellena-asg]

[sil-e-goose]

I am doing a silly little series of illustrations for Running Close To The Wind for a suitably unhinged project with my pals I am too silly to tag but I trust they will find me

anyway here’s Distracted Boyfriend Meme only it’s Julian, Avra and Tev

(I had to redraw Avra because his butt was OUT OF CONTROL) (insert joke about PIRATE BOOTY)

@ariaste @sawfish-by-any-other-name @overlord-of-chaos

[bosspigeon]

i got new glasses and they make me look like the fruitiest little alchemist you ever did see✨️

[hauntingblue]

One thing oden and ace teach us is that bad bitches go early so you can understand how worried I am for nami....

[norringtonvibes]

This shocking moment when you can hear the bell from your ship and you know: Something is happening.

[willowser]

NOOO UR MAKING ME SO SAD one day he doesn’t come back and so u decide to move on and then he comes back literally YEARS later and sees u w a new man and his heart is BROKEN im so sad omfg

OMG. CRYING.

you run into him on the street, just as you did the first time.

you've married a decently wealthy man, one with enough money that you're free to pour all your time into painting and you do quite well, are able to sell them and host them in small museums and general markets during the week. you've moved, to be with your new husband, so you're no longer in your small village of drunks and thieves, and you're quite happy with the life you've built around you.

it's full of art and curiosity: your husband buys you a brand new telescope from a different country, top of the line. it's bigger than your old one and it takes you longer to figure out the dials and knobs, but when you do — the views you get are breathtaking. you paint what you find, all the shapes you discover in the constellations. very rarely is the sea your muse, these days; all those works became sad and unfinished, dark portraits of a ship far out in the distance that never sailed any closer, no many how many times you painted it.

the necklace lies at the bottom of your first jewelry box, chain broken from when you'd ripped it off and tried to throw it into a tide just as furious as you had been — but it never left your clenched fist.

it's not your painting he comes across, but someone else's star-map. for sale, at the local market, and you've stopped to enjoy the work the artist has done, chatting with them about what you've found when another customer wanders up beside you and says,

"'sea goddess', hmm," a hand reaches around you, too close for your liking, to pick up a reimagined constellation on display. "heard the woman it's named for is more beautiful than all the seven seas in the middle of a hurricane."

the artist frowns, because it's his piece, but indulges the customer anyway. "and what woman would that be?"

and your blood runs cold at the sound of your name, slowly turning to peer around you shoulder, to take in the figure that's uttered it. bigger than you remember, and darker, hair tied back in a tidier bun than usual. in his grip in his weathered hat, torn and nearly destroyed; a testament to the voyage he's had, maybe. and when he raises one hand in a soft wave, the flat of his palm is exposed, the pendant from your necklace in fading ink at its center.

kirishima is older now, as are you, with more scars along his nose and under his jaw, a jagged one across his neck that has tears stinging your eyes. but despite his edges — the smile on his face is soft, sad, and the light in his vibrant eyes hardly flickers as he takes in you and all your changes. as if he's been extinguished for quite some time, and only just now burning again.

"i never stopped lookin'," he murmurs suddenly, uncaring of the merchant as he dares to edge closer to you. his skin smells sharp and clean like aftershave, though the shadows on his face linger. "took a long time for me to find you."

and you feel like his violent sea, his crashing waves; despite the tears that track your cheeks, you remain stone-faced, trying to tide back the rage — the hurricane you want to be. "me?" you whisper, incensed. "to find me?"

his face falls and his eyes slip to the floor, ashamed, but he still tries, stepping further into you when he speaks again. "i know, didn't mean it like that. but i—" one hand gently rests on your elbow, while the other finds your own and you jump, startled and angry at how forward thinks he can be after all this time and yet — you let his rough fingers brush over yours, over the short silk gloves covering your skin. "i did search for you, i wanted to come home. i was always gonna come home—"

"don't—" you hiss, but he doesn't let you go far, following through the step you take back from him. on purpose, you think he pushes his palm into your fingers, as if wants you to feel the mark he still wears for you. "home? how dare you—"

"i know, 'm sorry," he whispers, so close that you can see the freckles on the bridge of his nose and the golden stars in his eyes and the desperation in the lines of his face. "i'm sorry, i'll always be—"

"darling?"

you pull away from him in no time, wiping a gloved hand over your cheeks before turning to face your husband who stands only feet from you, holding a new lens for your telescope. his eyes jump back and forth between you and kirishima, but you give him no longer to consider what he sees.

"yes, excuse me. let's go." you slip out of range when kirishima backs up a step, started probably, at the title and the arm your loop through your husband's. only once does he try to turn back to the figure, as still as a dead man, but you tighten your grip on him and don't look back.

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3

[ladyhawke]

i know the consensus is that billy bones is assexual but damn it i really thought he and abigail ashe were at least going to hold hands at some point

[cherry-207]

Something seems to lurk in the night, memories of a past life come to haunt the afflicted.

Please read chapter 3 of Skybound Serenade, this is an illustration of one of the scenes :D

@metamorphmigus