A Collection Of Op Stuff Thats Either Unfinished Or (I'm Looking At You Halloween Art) I Forgot To Post

Happy Halloween

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. 

WAIT I completely forgot Shanks is still like, around, so now I'm so curious what his reaction was to Luffy just up and vanishing. Though no pressure to include him because there's already way too many characters that care about Luffy lol

I keep forgetting so many characters. Y'know what? If I can't include them *majors your character death*

WHY DOES LUFFY HAVE SO MUCH RIZZ LIKE HE HAS TOO MANY FRIENDS i think i bit off more than i can chew

but i definitely think Shanks is someone i want to include at some point—and i do have a place where i can fit him into the story ;>

A Captain's Burden

date night!! <3

idk if you've read this but just in case, here u go <33

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27204629

Bro you underestimate the amount of Luffy & Sanji fics I've read—I eat that shit up like SOUP

more of my “mafia” au ig with:

- luffy & zoro being childhood friends before the creation of the strawhats family

- zoro being more of a babysitter than an actual bodyguard

- luffy sitting on zoro’s shoulder because he likes being tall

- featuring luffy beating the crap outta other gangs and accidentally gaining territory and followers 

- people always underestimating luffy because hes thin and short until they literally get their asses handed to them

- gangs thinking roronoa “demon hunter” zoro is the leader and not the happy go lucky strawhat-wearing kid beside him 

- luffy accidentally creating a grand network of connections between various gangs, the law enforcement, and even a terrorist group just from being a cool dude 

- zoro usually only fighting with one sword because luffy doesnt want to get off his shoulder (often cause luffys in the middle of eating something). this habit resulted in zoro becoming ambidextrous 

- luffy using brass knuckles 

- luffy & zoro rooftop parkouring (both have fallen into dumpsters multiple times) 

- both didnt know how to do basic first aid before luffy snatched up Chopper—a med student—so they have a bunch of stolen bandaids (luffy likes the ones with sparkles)

How long did the strawhats stay together after Luffy's disappearance? And what was the reason they actually separated?

It took them 3 years before they split up. One of the reasons was to "split" up to look for him—covering more ground in a sense. That's what they said, but they all knew that was only half-true, because the holistic reason was because it was too painful.

Talking to each other, looking at each other, staying on the Sunny and imagining their Captain going about his way as usual—bothering Sanji in the kitchen, stealing from everyone's plates, sitting on the figurehead as if the world was his (it was).

Everything in the world reminded them of him, especially each other. They carried remnants of him in their behavior and their habits and their hearts, and when does that become a curse

Ten Questions for Writers

@emilyelizabethfowl THANK U FOR THE TAG I LOVE FILLING OUT FORMS !!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

I joined in 2017 and I have 14 works!!! That number would probably be higher if I didn't chicken out on posting.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

111,897 words! My longest fic is only 31,000 words—but I fully intend to break that record.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

One Piece! I don't think I'll ever stop writing for it; there's just so much potential. As of this exact moment, I'm writing for ROTTMNT, but I also have a lot of small snippets written for other small fandoms (which will never see the light of day).

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I love responding to comments! Reading them always make me so giddy and I'm a certified yapper. I will literally talk forever once I get past the shy phase of being known and perceived.

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Fortunately, no—not that I know of. Knock on wood!

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing that's been posted! I'm working (was working?) with a friend on an AU of One Piece, but we're both busy and procrastinators, so that's going to take a bit. I'd definitely be down to co-write more in the future! I think it'd be so fun.

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly, I don't really have a favourite ship? If I did, it'd probably be Zolu or Sanlu from One Piece, but I find I always lean more toward the platonic side of things.

8. what are your writing strengths?

Oh, geez. This is like that common quiz question, "How do your friends perceive you?" and my answer to both is I don't exactly know? I'd like to say my strength is writing emotionally-tense arguments or capturing nostalgia, but I'm more confident in saying I'm good at writing Second Person POV. (I would also like to think I'm pretty great at brainstorming fic titles.)

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

EXPOSITION. PACING. FORESHADOWING. I don't fully get exposition—I just yap and hope it makes sense. Pacing... I never know if I'm going to fast or slow—if I'm speed-running or dragging. It's a whole struggle for me. Foreshadowing!!! I rarely ever finish the entire fic before posting, so I always lose my mind trying to connect things from previous chapters to the current ones. Oh. And vocab. My vocabulary is very limited, even with thesaurus opened on another tab.

10. first fandom you wrote for?

I think—but don't quote me on this—it was a crossover between Fairy Tail and One Piece. Crossovers have always held a soft-spot in my heart. I think that's why I enjoy Outsider POV so much; I need people reacting to my favourite characters!!!

Tagging: @mad4turtles @asyisnotok @mykimouser @remedyturtles @pickledcarrotsandradish

I liked the One Piece Live Action so much, I started to reread the manga. Last time I did a proper reread of One Piece was around 2008 and it took me forever then, so I'm already sweating, thinking about how long it will take me now...

The lawn is dead.

Song: half return by Adrianne Lenker