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God, I love BellHands. This ship does not exist. Sam is not in this show. He will probably never be in this show. If he is, he probably won’t look like Jemaine Clement or Matt Berry or Rahul Kohli or any of our fanart. He almost definitely won’t be Izzy’s long-lost husband or newfound love or childhood friend or old rival. There is absolutely no basis for any of this. There are novel-length fanfics. There are common tropes and shared fanon. There are three pages on AO3. That’s more than there are for Izzy with some canon characters. This ship does not exist. This is a shared fever dream. This is our OTP.
#this is my legacy#BellHands#Izzy Hands#Israel Hands#Sam Bellamy#OTP#first mate of my heart#pirate husband#pirates#Our Flag Means Death#shipping#doc's fandom adventures#doc posts pirates
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#marshall d. teach#sir crocodile#koby one piece#laffitte#blackbeard pirates#one piece#my art#i just threw together random images nonsense post#when is teach going to be normalized#van augur#jesus burgess#doc q#young blackbeard#blackbeard x laffitte#teach x laffitte#ever since that recent chapter when he was talking to koby it was New expression unlocked moment#we saw how he looked as a kid but not much as an older teen/young adult#im brainrotting#also the og 5 bb pirates are a family with 3 sons. legit#marshall d. teach x laffitte
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Google docs spellcheck is bullying me for being Canadian.
#spelling#irksome things#also if anyone's wondering what I'm working on it's a VERY long 2 part post about the pirate show costumes#and their historical influences and such#and I'm writing it in a google doc cause it's a guest post for Frock Flicks#first part (eps 1-5) is done and will be up in early June and I'm working on part 2#part 1 has.. 60 pictures in it#but more to the point: why isn't there an option for Canadian English?#or just let me turn on both the US and UK spellings at the same time.
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everytime someone mentions an au concept of some sort i always go "OH YEAH I LOVE WHEN-" and then i have to STOP because i remembered i only spoke about 30,000,000 words of this au with one friend and that the other little people in my phone unfortunately do not intrinsically know the deep lore as i think of it live in my brain
#YOU KNOW. WHO YOU ARE.#i was thinking of drawing tlt pirate au and then i got so fucking mad that i couldnt just post pictures and go#hi its the scene from you know when :) you know after the prison breakout drowning we didnt start the fire <=absolutely BATSHIT contextless#i need to have an extensive filed and linked google doc for every au i do not write a 1000000 word fic for with my bare hands.#to compensate so that everyone will know my beautiful vision. anyway its almost midnight and i had 4 hours of sleep thats why im like this#chat
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Random WIP, likely to remain a WIP
(--) “Boy! C’mere! Take this to the captain‘s (rooms?)??” the cook called, gruff and short, but not unkind.
?? skirted around the kitchen hands, ducking under pots, trying to avoid getting underfoot (??) (--)
“Me?” ?? asked, taking the covered tray that was being handed to him. “But-"
“The quartermaster called for you, son.”
“The quartermaster?” ?? repeated, frowning. “But... Why?”
“Still askin’ too many questions,” the cook grumbled. He piled another nice plate on top of the already heavy tray, eyeing ?? critically, probably to make sure he wouldn’t topple over with the food. “Do as ye’r told.” The cook stuffed a bite of warm bread in between ??s teeth. -- He?? grinned around the mouthful, eyes squinting pleased as the doughy, savoury taste exploded on his tongue. The cook scowled, waving him off. “Now, get!”
-- ?
?? was slow going up the stairs, wrists straining and arms shaking. Even after all these months at sea he hadn’t been able to build the same sort of mass most of the crew seemed to put on so effortlessly. Still as puny?? and birdlike as ever, precisely what the courts and ballrooms had expected a fresh, malleable, noble youth like him to be.
Somehow ?? had managed to grow up to seem exactly what everyone around him had wanted him to be, whilst also being the absolute opposite of that.
A tarnished, wasted, angel, one of the ma’ams had called him --?? And she hadn’t even known the ‘worst’ of it; just an elderly lady scoffing at a young man’s carelessness, horrified that someone of his stature would be caught running about the gardens, barefoot and clothes damp with dirt.
“Sneaking a bite?” Crew?? asked, callused fingers reaching towards the tray. ?? shouldered past him, turning his back so the food would remain untouched. “Oi! Who’s that for?”
“The captain. And quartermaster. I think?”
“Why’s the cook not takin’ it ‘imself? Did y’steal that, y’rat? Hey!”
?? Ignored the questioning, knowing they just wanted a piece of whatever the tray held.
Not that they weren’t right to be suspicious. ?? definitely wasn’t the one who would normally interact with the captain’s quarters, nor the men who’d frequent it the most.
He knew to stay out of their way. The less they saw of him, the better.
It was a miracle the first mate had even allowed him on board; too skinny, too polished, and too ignorant to be of any real help.
Too naive, they had called him. Won’t last a week. Made of that posh sort of glass, not a cut to his soft hands. The sea, she’d eat him alive.
All true. Humiliatingly so.
But ?? had vowed to make it worth it for the first mate. Had given all the money he had stolen from his father and his older brothers. The steep earnings he had gotten from secretly selling one of the estate’s best stallions.
The merchant sailors had looked at his offerings as if they were meagre pennies. Looked at him like he was just a wealth-ruined son of a lord(??) Too gullible and coddled, blind to the reality of life outside the riches he had grown up in.
And perhaps they had been right.
Perhaps someone less coddled would’ve been able to tell merchant sailors apart from the navy, and the navy apart from the...
Well.
The pirates took his money, gladly, but at least they also took him, holding their end of the deal.
They said that, in time, he’d make a good decoy; sun bleached hair creating an aura of innocence, pale skin that burned pink in the summer heat showing he wasn’t used to the elements. He looked like a lord’s son, even in his ratty clothes. Posture pin straight, hands always politely placed, blue eyes 'pure like his bloodline'.
No one’d suspect him, they said. He looked useless, out of place, here. They’ll let their guards down for someone like him.
A decoy, they said. All ?? heard was that he was disposable.
Which he supposed he was.
An inconvenience, more than anything. A spoiled brat who’s father and uncles were powerful enough to be wary of, who’s mother was wealthy enough to pay someone to find ??, if she’d feel inclined to do so.
Not that she would.
Not after her maids had tattled to her about ??s games with the stable hand.
?? pushed the image of his chronically stern-faced mother out of his mind, instead focusing on the problem of knocking on the captain's door when both of his hands were occupied.
He used the worn point of his shoe, wobbling slightly balancing on one foot.
(--)“Why’s the runt here?” the captain asked tiredly, clearly having expected the head cook, as usual. The man barely glanced at ??, eyes flitting between the food placed in front of him and the books on his desk. “I thought you said we have someone who can help.”
The quartermaster rolled his eyes. “He can read and write.”
The captain paused, rings clinking against the gold trimmed plate he had been reaching for.
“That’s it?” the captain asked. His tone made ?? shift uneasily, eyes to the floor, hands behind his back. “We‘ve been sailing aimlessly for weeks... You think a lad who can read will solve our problems?”
“And write,” the quartermaster repeated, shrugging. He didn’t seem too concerned by the storm building in the captain’s gaze. “Better than nothing, surely.”
The captain closed his eyes, a deep, tortured cut pressing in between his brows. The man sighed, for a moment looking like he was praying, even though ?? knew that these men prayed to nothing but the devils living deep below the seas.
“Fine. Gods... Fine.” The captain grabbed a fork, lifting the cover from the tray to stab through a deliciously steaming potato. ?? himself had eaten barely nothing but gruel for months, their last docking just a distant memory.
The quartermaster ushered ?? to the desk behind the captain’s more impressive decorative piece, leaving the darkly scowling man to his dinner. --
Although nothing like the main desk??, the smaller piece of furniture was still made of fine wood, its surfaces sanded smooth. It was bolted to the wall and the floorboards to keep it in place against the rocking of the ship.
The quartermaster had a smug air to him as he piled some of the heavy books and scrolls in front of ??. He even pulled a fresh candle out just to light the space some more, the wax smooth, wick catching easily despite how damp everything on board usually was. (??)
“Anything you find about a gannet’s nest, you mark with a clear tag. Write it down, and tell one of us, or the first mate.” The quartermaster snatched a pot of ink from the captain’s shelf, pressing a silky white quill in ??s hand.
“A gannet?” ?? asked, pulling one of the scrolls closer to him, eyeing the messy cursive pensively. -- If only his old tutor ?? could see him now... “The seabird?”
“Aye, the seabird.” The quartermaster’s heavy hand landed on ?? nape, his fingers squeezing down briefly, pointedly. “Blue bill, golden cap, eats like the devil’s about to take our tomorrow. Write down anything that even hints to it, and not a word ‘bout it outside these rooms.”
The last bit, it wasn’t a question. Not even a request.
?? frowned in confusion, but he nodded all the same.
“Good lad. I’ll tell the ?? that I’ve taken you off his hands, for now. Do well and maybe we can consider keepin’ you off the – - ”?
?? knew he wasn’t particularly smart.
He wasn’t quick on his feet and he knew nothing of the street smarts most of the men under this sail had needed to find over the years.
Maybe ?? wasn’t the cleverest son of a lord, but still, he refused to be thick enough to believe that the 'gannet’s nest' he was told to look for was referencing an actual gannet.
Perhaps another ship?
Perhaps a cyphered coordinate? A sea current? A term for astrology and sailing maps?
The captain cleared his throat, dark wine spilling into his tall glass when ?? turned.
“Start with this,” the man said. Two of his smallest fingers flicked towards a thick book, the rest of them lazily wrapped around the stem of his drink.
The book was titled ‘Gannets’.
?? tilted his head, confused, and silently questioning the sanity of these men.
(--?)
Captain's orders, ?? read on.
The book was about... gannets.
(--)
#Can't remember if I ever even posted anything about this#and I'm not currently writing anything#and wrote this one like a year ago or something lmao#but it popped up on my docs so I figured I'd share since it's unlikely I'll actually turn it into anything else but a draft#hey ho#heyy hoo#fantasy pirate life for mee !#It's such a draft that I hadn't even looked into ships or time period accuracy enough to know the correct terminology for most things loll#so enjoy a sneak peek into how I just skip over stuff that I'd fix later if I kept working on writing#?? is also a fantastic main character name imo :)
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May I present to you...my favorite pirate crew ❤️:
I wanted to try out watercolors again and now I only want to work with them 🥺❤️
#art#drawing#artist#one piece#blackbeard pirates#marshall d teach#van augur#laffitte#jesus burgess#doc q#anime#manga#post timeskip#watercolors#i'm so obsessed with these guys that's not normal xD
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Technoblade (PIRATE AU) Character Template! - Free to use (with credit!)
This was one of the first templates I've ever made - so it is pretty different from the Tommy one I uploaded the other day. Its still the one that sparked my interest and love for making heavy detail character sheets though.
Anyway! This was for a Pirate AU where Technoblade was a Mermaid hunter!
I'm still working on that Philza sheet. Anyone want a sneak peak?~
Please note!! :
Please do not claim this template as your own
Do not remove the credit to me
You are allowed to edit/alter/change the images/placements/text as you'd like!
#dsmp#google docs template#technoblade#dreamsmp#dsmp roleplay#pirate au#google doc#google docs#rp template#character sheet#rp doc#roleplay doc#tai post#tai template
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making like. two crossover AUs and this is one of them!
#doc art#fnaf#Adventure Time#crossover au#Adventure Time au#fnaf au#Michael Afton#Foxy the pirate#Foxy the fox#my au tag#just gonna use that as a tag now#anyways#I didn't want to post this#to my AT or FNaF art blogs#so it goes here#ok to rb!
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#It's been harder captioning posts these days#my art#one piece#doc q#blackbeard pirates#ten titanic captains
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ough the pirate brainrot is back
#so um-- i reread some of my old infodump posts and zamn#i think i have some updating to do#well-- ok ok ok#i have the stuff on a google doc#and there's things on the google docs that aren't on the infodump posts#...and vise versa (?) for some reason???#so i think i will do some updating tomorrow and make another infodump post :]#i've pretty much lost track of what i've talked about & what i haven't talked about ngl#its weird honestly i should organize it better#also for some reason the some of the names in the google doc are also slightly different??#i havent really looked at the stuff for 3 months now its kinda crazy#oh well lol#brain go brrr#im gonna do some updating and stuff tomorrow hopefully :]#nonsense#coroika pirate au#there's stuff on the posts i dont even remember writing like-- 😭#the information is still alright i just dont remember writing it 😭
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my brba pirate AU is actually the best thing in existence and fills me with so much joy
#delighted that ‘ooh! i can incorporate this into my pirate AU!’ has become a regular part of my rewatch 😂😂#it’s literally never going to exist outside of my head - but it’s soooooooo good - just trust me on this#i will happily explain it to anyone who wants to know… i’m working on a google doc that outlines all the details#i also need to post the flagssssssss - i’m so proud of them
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Everyone is waking up to the beauty of FangIzzy.
You SEE now. You ALL see.
#PuppyLove#FangIzzy#Fang#Izzy Hands#Israel Hands#Our Flag Means Death#ofmd spoilers#sorta#shipping#pirates#doc posts pirates
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#blackbeard pirates#marshall d. teach#one piece#doc q#laffitte#van augur#jesus burgess#its the middle of the night and im goin bananas so its time to share some drawings of this lovely crew!#i saw teach get voted most hated and honestly im proud of him#my art#mlp#pony jumpscare#2023#never posting mlp again#i tried giving the pony his hairy forearms but then i was like#that dont look right.
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omg i just realized. this weekend is episode 115!!!
#my post#LETS GOOOOOOO#IM SO EXCITED#i am sosososo ready for this fucking lore dump#my lore doc is ready#and like. to see whattheyre gonna do with dgs soulless body.#BUT ON THE OTHER HAND. CRIES AND SOBSAND EXPLODES.#SIX MONTH MINIMUM HIATUS AFTER THIS ONE :(((((#on the other-other hand im getting the patreon for christmas so i can finally watch pd :D#but oughhhh my pirates :( what will i do without my pirates
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loud sigh as i look over the 300+ pages of my spiralverse lore with the habit of rewriting everything after 2 seconds powered by category 7 hyperfixation. hey
#txt#im gonna be so honest wit u that the next comic paet is taking longer than i expected because im rewriting shit </3#mini update cuz i did not abandon it and i never will IM DEDICATED to actually make wiz pirate comic series real#weve always needed one#and i will try to drop little updates more i think#yes im still rewriting arc 1. yes im in a pot of hot lava#after its done ill get back to posting panels. i think#my story is long af im serious its like novel length i can't breathe#300 pages in docs but 500 as a hardcover book LMAO#and a lot of it is being changed. so um. u can imagine#yeah that's why this is taking so long hdsjga#the next part will be a biiit longer though hopefully#thumbs up. ive always wanted to do something like this since middle school i am. Going to do it!!! bc i have the power to now >:)#how the fuck i write so much about WIZARD101 of all things#i don't know
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ALL WRAPPED UP — PORTGAS D. ACE
pairing: portgas d. ace x gn! reader
content: canon-typical depictions of injury and blood
notes: after months of obsession, finally a one piece post
Your eyes drift to the open ocean again, watching the horizon with a hawk-like awareness. You shouldn’t be this distracted, not when you need to be formulating a strategy to propose to Whitebeard and the rest of the Division Commanders.
“You know he’s going to be fine,” Marco reminds you for what feels like the millionth time, giving you that same, knowing look.
You nod back. “Yeah, I do,” you reply but you can hear the tightness in your tone and the voice in your head reminds you that he’s been gone three days longer than expected.
You know that Ace is one of the strongest members of the crew; it’s the reason Whitebeard promoted him so quickly to Division Commander, the reason your captain sends him on solo missions often. It certainly doesn’t hurt that he has the power of the Flame-Flame fruit, but even the strongest of pirates have been beaten — Gol D. Roger being a perfect example.
You see a dot in the distance, which grows bigger as it draws closer. You hope it’s Ace but you put your crewmates on alert, just in case. To your utter relief, you recognize the yellow of Ace’s Striker but the relief is short-lived as he comes into focus. He’s gripping the boat’s mast, cuts and dark bruises marring his tanned skin. You don’t think twice as you jump off the side of the Moby Dick, landing steadily on the bow of the Striker.
Ace shoots you a signature lopsided smile, though it’s a bit pinched. “Don’t think you asked permission to board.”
You sigh and roll your fondly, trying to quell your racing heart as you slip an arm around his shoulders. His own arm drapes across your shoulders as the crew hoists the two of you up. With a cursory glance over him, Marco says, “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
Ace untangles himself from you as soon as his feet land on the deck. “I’m fine, Doc,” he says. The way he stumbles a little as he tries to right himself and the blood slowly dripping from the deepest laceration at his shoulder doesn’t help his case.
Marco levels him with a stern look and a firm grasp on his uninjured shoulder, both of which make Ace sigh in acquiescence and follow Marco down into the ship. You chew on your lip, about to follow, but Thatch says, “Let Marco work. We’ve got a Division meeting. Check on Ace after.”
You glance one more time at the way the two men left before following Thatch to the captain’s quarters.
You’re hurrying down the steps towards the infirmary as soon as the meeting ends. You’re not even really sure what you all discussed. You can only assume it’s something about swords and cannons and the Marines, and you’ll get Thatch or Izou to catch you up on it later but you have more pressing concerns right now.
You nearly collide with Marco in your rush. “Sorry,” you say breathlessly. “How is he?”
Marco peers down at you through his glasses, half-amused, and answers, “Good. He’s been whining about not seeing you and it’s my duty to keep patients happy. So…” He slides over and you open the door.
Ace is wrapped in gauze and bandages, reclined grumpily in one of the infirmary beds. His face lights up when he sees you and he tries to sit up, wincing when he does. “Don’t get up,” you say, pulling the chair that is next to his bed closer to it. You adjust the pillow and unconsciously reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes. They follow your motion and when you realize that he’s now staring at your face, you quickly drop your hand.
There are so many questions racing through your head but the first, and most logical, one is: “What happened?”
Ace groans and huffs, “Got ambushed. Thought I was finished collecting intel and let my guard down a little too early.” When he sees you studying the dressing Marco wrapped around him, he nudges you with his elbow. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”
It makes you laugh a little and in turn, Ace’s smile grows wider. “You know,” he says, leaning close. You hold your breath as he puts his face only an inch or two away from yours. “I’ve always heard that a kiss makes everything hurt less.”
He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, a mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes. You gulp down the knot that has formed in your stomach and your cheeks are on fire. He smells like sea salt and the open sky. You can count every freckle that dots his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Ace’s smile falters when you don’t answer and he jerks back, stumbling over his words. “It’s no pressure or anything! It’s just something I’ve—”
Plucking up all your courage, you shift forward and move quickly so you don’t lose your nerve. Gently, you let your lips brush against the worst of his injuries: the cut in his right shoulder. You draw away swiftly and when you survey his face, you push down the pleasant warmth in your belly at the way his face goes red.
#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes#one piece x reader#op x reader#portgas d. ace x reader#portgas d ace x reader#ace x reader#portgas ace x reader#one piece fic#one piece imagines#one piece ace#one piece
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