So I Got Into The Turtle Show.

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Marine number 47 cowers behind a much too small crate and prays to every deity he knows to save him. 

His crewmates have long since abandoned the ship. Or maybe they are dead. Who knows. Not Marine 47. 

Marine 47 had wasted no time. The second that infamous Jolly Roger had emerged from the fog with agonizing slowness, 47 had booked it. Had shoved past his equally terrified friends and superiors and had hid here, down below deck, behind a much too small crate in the ship's only cargo hold. 

Screams and shouts and rifle fire. 

And then silence. 

His breath is loud in the tiny space but not loud enough to drown out the rapid footsteps coming his way. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Fast. Joyful. 

Deadly. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Up and down the hallway. Passing the room he's hiding in once, twice, a third time. 

Maybe… maybe…. 

The door is thrown open and all the air seems to be sucked out of the room. 47 clutches at his chest, his heart is suddenly beating hard and fast to a rhythm he has no control over. It skips and jumps and beats against his ribcage and he wants to scream but he doesn't have the breath for even a whisper. 

He can see the rest of the room behind him. It's being mirrored in one of their canons standing upright at his feet. 

'Polish them until I can see myself in them', their admiral used to say. 

Bastard. 

Number 47 can see everything now and it's the last thing he wants. He can't close his eyes. When he tries, the beating of his heart vibrates in his eyeballs and it hurts. So he keeps them open and watches that… thing enter the hold. 

The canons are not perfect mirrors, so the figure is slightly distorted. Arms and legs longer than they should be, head misshapen. But 47 sees enough. He sees blinding whiteness and red eyes and a large grin. Sharp enough to bite clear through his jugular. 

The figure laughs, loud, jarring. Number 47 slaps his hands over his ears but it's futile. This laugh, it penetrates everything, every thought 47 might still have had other than terror. 

He closes his eyes. It goes bump bump bump behind his eyelids. He snaps them back open. 

"Yo!" 

Number 47 rears back and the crate seems to swallow him. It's not wood anymore. It's soft and malleable and 47 sinks into it. The thing crouches on top of the crate that is not a crate anymore and stares down at him, upside down. 

Red eyes stare out of a face framed by white clouds rocking in non-existent wind. The eyes are swirling with an unholy light, madness lies in them, a depth as deep as the deepest sea and just as dark. They dance, seem to jump from number 47's forehead to his nose to his chin and back again. 

They are the only light in the room. 

"Yo!" The thing, this otherworldly being, repeats, grin wide and threatening. "Why are you hiding in here? Are you a coward? Hahaha I hate cowards, you know?!" 

Number 47 shakes his head. He doesn't know why. 

The being cocks his head, humming, chuckling. "Your friends ran away! They were cowards too. What's your name?" 

Never tell them your name. Never give your captors information. 

Not even Gods devils. 

"Marine Nr. 47-3981. Infantry Beta Alpha 39-"

The being laughs and throws himself backwards, holding his stomach and rolling around on the floor. The floor turns into the sea, a rolling storm making 47 sick. "What a funny name! Omoshiroi!" 

He laughs and laughs and laughs and number 47 chokes on the matching laughter in his throat. He doesn't want to laugh. Nothing about this sound echoing off the walls is funny. 

It's terrifying. 

The being stops and sits up, blinking large eyes at his surroundings. "I better get Robin." he mutters, dreamlike, eyes staring at nothing. "She'll know what to do about you." 

The smile as he turns away is distracted, his thoughts already a mile away, the marine with the funny name nothing but a footnote in his journey not worth thinking about any longer. 

Marine number 47 doesn't know any of that. He doesn't know that he is nothing to a God. Doesn't know that he is about to walk out of this ghost story of his own making with nothing but hurt pride and some food to tide him over until he reaches the next island. 

Marine number 47 panics and hefts his rifle, pointing it directly at the back of the one being God man that could be his salvation. 

His finger curls around the trigger but before he can take proper aim something moves in the shadows behind him. A huff of breath hits his neck, hot and cold at the same time. The sound of steel sliding free almost gets lost under the oblivious God's easy humming. 

47 freezes, can only turn his head an inch. It's enough to witness his end. 

Green hair. Dark eyes. Golden earrings. 

"Bad idea." the demon growls and three swords descend upon their chosen victim. 

Marine number 47 only feels the first blade. 

Guess who my favourite character is IMPOSSIBLE CHALLENGE

Song: エミュレーション (mode:totonee)

I hope this doesnt sound rude cuz im really not intending to sound like that but are you still interested in ur fic young like the sea?

hello!!! i am still very much interested in ylts. there are numerous scenes i absolutely cannot wait to share, but the last two chapters are heavy in content (and emotion), and I do want to take my time with them. so unfortunately, i will be slow-cooking them 😔

thank u for ur patience and i hope to see u at ch3 <3

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phone wallpaper size version

cherish the king

AH your response really makes me want to write a fic where luffy is immortal via the surgery. He watches his crewmates grow older and accomplish their dreams, all of them trying their best to live without regrets despite the inevitable. When all is said and done it's only luffy and the sunny, remnants of bygone days, while the world steadily grows past the need for pirates and marines 😭. Luffy sticks around so he can be with the reincarnation of his loved ones, who always somehow find their way back to him, though they're never all alive at the same time again (or at least for a very very long time) 😭

Okay okay, IF it's an immortal!Luffy route where all the Straw Hats are reincarnated - my heart can take that, because he can just find them again and he won't be alone throughout eternity. I can just imagine each and every one of the Straw Hats laying eyes on this silly guy in a straw hat and going, I know you. THAT EVEN IF IT'S ANOTHER LIFE, EVEN IF THEIR MEMORIES HAVE BEEN WIPED, THEIR SOULS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN TIED TO LUFFY AND WILL ALWAYS KNOW HIM - WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM, AND THEY WOULD FIND EACH OTHER LIKE TWO SHIPS IN FOG.

Please let me know if you write this idea - I will bawl my eyes out and never be the same after

Part one of my Secret Santa present from the OP server I'm on! The promt was "Overprotective Strawhats" :))

magma with the gang! this was very fun 10/10 would like to do again :))

blue is @loopeyfluff

pink is @asyisnotok

green is @mangogreent

red is me!

A glutton, his cook('s foot), and his emergency food.

recent one piece drawings... feat. two ghibli redraws specific to my big brother yamato au!! the first pic in the post is natsume yuujinchou-inspired (another au lol) and tbh all the rest are au stuff except for the redraw of the new intro frame lol. but my friend said i should post so this one is for u sara <3