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The monotones- The book of love

Bear Ghost- The Mario cliche

Bear Ghost- Peas and Love

Dion and the Belmonts- Teenager in love

These are songs that 110% remind me of Thatch and would definitely be something he'd listen to.

(I also have other songs that remind me of other WB pirates if you guys would like them as well óvò)

(On another note, DO YOU PEEPS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE WILL WOOD AND BEAR GHOST?!)

I will never not find a meme opportunity

Keeping true to what I do best with my art, the first thing I've decided to draw after getting out of a rut I've been in was this beauty

It's a late art trend, I know. I originally saved this as something to draw with Bernice and Thatch (hence the lighter female outline where Marco is, I started it but never got back around and decided to restart with a different character, lol), buuuuttttt...I figured these two were far more fitting for it XD

On a lighter note...

Behold, the progress I've made on Bernice and Haruta's lookup figures! :D Obviously, there's nothing new with Bernice, but Haruta one the other hand? Now HE'S gotten some progress made on him!

LOOK AT HIM AND ALL OF HIS TINY FURY!! Obviously I don't have the outfit roughed out quite yet. (But as I said in ym last post, it's a VERY slow boat going through my art at the moment, I'm trying to find the energy and motivation to draw again. Especially since I want to start making progress on Botanical AfterParty! sooner than later-) Anyways, enjoy the progress made! And if these turn out well, I'll probably do the rest of Whitebeards crew. (OH! OH! What if I also did a set of these for Mouthwashing as well!! No one really makes these. And who knows, maybe if I did them for both fandoms, Megahouse might actually see them and decide to make them! How cool would that be to have little lookup figures for Mouthwashing? :D Or even finally give Whitebeard's crew OFFICIAL MERCH!)

Feelin' kinda cute, might kick teach's Ass later òvó

(The only ending that he should've gotten >:3)

More of me being a goober in my Fem! Thatch cosplay (Also, I did make the earrings myself! :D)

Sooo, I finally stopped being a wuss, and I actually decided to post my Thatch cosplay here. Please excuse how awkward I am on camera, it's actually been a couple of years since I've made reels/cosplay videos like this, so I have to get used to doing that again, lol.

Anyways, this was the fem!Thatch I teased a few weeks ago. I decided to post it NOW because I was really nervous about how people would like it. (Also, these are the first two reels I've made in normal time, I didn't have to speed them up? :D)

Oh, don't get me wrong. There's NO COSPLAYS for Whitebeard's whole crew. And at the moment, I only have ideas for the genderbend versions of each. Until I can actually get the things I need to do the actual dude versions, please be nice about these...please? óvò

I will redo this one, though, because: 1. It's Thatch, OF COURSE IM GONNA MAKE AS MUCH CONTENT FOR HIM, HE DESERVES MORE LOVE! And 2. I didn't realize the wig was as bad quality as it was, and not doing anything with it the two years I've had it apparently REALLY messed it up. So, I'll be getting a better quality wig for him at a later date! Until then, here's this!

(The hair was actually inspired a bit by the pinup girls hair styles. But because I do use this wig for other cosplays and most pinups are with shorter hair, I had to improvise a bit to be more adaptable to longer hair-)

One Piece ocs and their preferred hugs

Look it here! Here's another post that I'm putting up today! :D (I really do apologize for the lack of content from me on all of my platforms. I've recently been working on fixing things in my personal life that's been getting in the way of my posting schedule and only just today finally felt like posting again. So to make up for my absence, I'm posting art up on all of my platforms. Cara is only getting two since the third is actually a gif of Lee-)

Anyways, this post is also for my ocs. However, it's both of the pairings that I always post about here. And after seeing multiple things about the blushing memes people do with other characters, I same up with the idea to make a reference sheet for the types of hugs my ocs and their partners like to give/receive! I'll also apologize in advanced, I know that my handwriting isn't exactly the best, but I'll sum it up for each one. Basically, Heat and Lee give fairly normal hugs. Both are VERY awkward in the way of affection. Usually their hugs are short (shorter than they probably should be) and are only something they do when no one else is around. So they're very limited in those regards. Most of the time, there's no real initiative or reasoning for them. (Not to try and cheer the other up, calm them, keep them warm, etc.). It's usually whenever they're alone and one of them realizes they haven't in a while. Beyond that Heat nor Lee really need much to show they're together. They know that, and that's enough for them.

Bernice and Thatch, however, are VERY silly with their hugs. Most of the time Bernice does tend to be shy about them when around others, but Thatch usually does it around the people on the islands they stop at that try to hit on her. (He also does occasionally to try and annoy the other commanders, and most of the time it does work with Ace and Haruta. The others have learned that if they make a remark about keeping it going or something a bit more perverse, neither of the two will stay in the hug.) Thatch usually enjoys hugs from Bernice on the account of her devil fruit. Because she can turn her body into wool fluffing, she basically is like a human pillow. So of course hugging her is comforting. Bernice, however, is the unhinged of the two and enjoys these weird headlock hugs from him. She doesn't exactly know why herself, but to her they are a lot more comforting (and silly) and do a lot for when she's stressed or down.

(Also, yes. I drew Bernice's little curl as a heart here, that was on purpose >v< ) I also feel I need to point out their heights since I've never really posted them here, but their pairings are definitely odd. Lee's canon height in her info is 5'7 Heat is estimated at around 7'0 Bernice's canon height in her unreleased info is 5'9 Thatch was said to be about 6'2 in an sbs, but I'd say he's closer to 7'0/8'0. Only reason? Ace is about 6'2, Marco is about 6'8, and Thatch is usually drawn taller than the two of them. (Not including his pompadour-). However, he's shorter than Vista (Who is about Jinbe's height, and Jinbe is 9'11. Sooooo, yeah-)

A fun little draft I'm working on

So I saw someone do this for Thatch. And while I'd also LOVE to make an alternate version of Thatch for a lookup figure, I might honestly might make a separate character for a lookup figure concept as a whole to go with Bernice. I might make maybe Haruta or Izo (since in Bernice's canon info I'm working on, she does get along with them fairly well-) But yeah...For now, take the concept I made for Bernice! :D

...you better believe I'll be doing this for Lee and Heat as well because they're my favorite and first oc pairing-

Fun fact about Bernice and Thatch

This is a fun little fact that I wanted to share with you peeps here because I don't think I ever really did before. Sooo, allow me to go into detail about it now. I think that a lot of people don't understand why I themed Bernice's outfit the way I did. (Granted, I only draw her in the striped and dotted turtleneck, but she does have other long sleeves she wears. I just forget to actually draw them and default to her turtleneck, lol) So, allow me to enlighten you peeps a bit here! Looking at Thatch and Bernice, Obviously there's a lot different about them. Bernice has a Devil fruit, usually dresses fairly warm, tends to keep her hair messier, but withing reason, and has her outfit themed more around a darker purple and black color palette. (With a few splashes of either white or yellow depending on the outfits.) Something I think a lot of people fail to realize is just how cold it would get sailing all the time. You can argue that 'it wouldn't be cold' or that 'most everyone would be used to colder wind coming off the sea', but you have to think as well that something like that wouldn't be the same case for everyone. Especially if you're on different ships. Depending on how fast the wind is moving would depend on how fast the ship moves. Sooo, Bernice wears what she does due to actual weather and temperature reasons. Thatch is obviously on the opposite end of the scale. He wears his outfit due to his work on Whitebeard's crew, doesn't have a devil fruit (Thank you, Blackbeard, for that -_- ), keeps his clothes fairly clean despite his work in the kitchen, and tends to make his hair nice. His outfit is usually themed around mostly white, but he does have some yellow in it. I'm sure you can already see where this is going, but let me geek out for a moment here. Obviously black and white are opposites on a grey scale. So you could see that much with their outfits, yeah? Now here's one better for you: yellow and purple are complementary colors on the color wheel. For those of you that aren't really art savvy, basically complementary colors are colors that sit opposite of one another on the color wheel. (Red and green are one, orange and blue are another.) Now knowing that, and knowing just how their outfits are described, do you see where I'm going with this? In short, Bernice and Thatch are an opposites attract pairing, but on a deeper level. And don't worry, for those of you that think I only themed it around the uniform Thatch wears, I did not. I'm actually going to be working on a few pieces in the near future where a lot of their outfits are themed around this idea :3

UHM, HELLO?!

I cannot BELIEVE the AUDACITY you peeps had today! NOT ONE OF YOU TOLD ME IT WAS HARUTA OR FUKABOSHI'S BIRTHDAYS?!

DO YOU KNOW THE KIND OF DAY I HAD?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I COULD'VE DOODLED OR WROTE FOR THESE TWO, AND NOT ONE OF YOU THOUGHT TO EVEN MENTION IT? Ò0Ó

The amount of disappointment I have is unreal.

(Lol, no I'm joking about the whole being mad. But I did have a pretty rough day, so hearing this from on of the b-day accounts on IG actually made me happy! I'll have to do something for them.

Oh, oh! Before I forget, tomorrow is also Vista's, so you better mark it down to remember! >:3 Maybe I'll do some one shots or doodles. I dunno, it depends on how I feel tomorrow I guess, lol-)

I don't think I've shared the characters I am obsessed with drawing here, so I'll give you all fair warning now:

The characters that I find fun to draw are characters I'll probably draw....a lot, lol.

And on that extensive list is:

-Heat

-Thatch, Rakuyo, and pretty much any WBP member

-Coeazon (because he's best boi and was the first character that really got me doing art for the OP fandom óvò I've drawn Sabo and Sanji first, but I didn't really hammer art until I started drawing for Corazon! So he holds a special place with my art <3)

-Ivankov, somehow XD (And I don't mind it one bit, I'm here for the dramatic designs òwó)

-Lee and Bernice, obviously (they're my OP OCS, of course I draw them all the time!)

-All three ASL brothers, ironically enough. They're easy designs to do, and I love making memes of the three of them sharing a braincell, lol

I'm venturing out to other characters as well, but for the time being, these are the main ones. So while I try new art, please enjoy my Ivankov WIP from a meme template I'm making for the one piece oc peeps :3

Appraise Love (Wb Pirates x Reader fanfic) Chapter 1

Ohhh, look at me posting another chapter for this! Somehow, this is something I took better to in comparison to my cat story (go figure, lol.) Anyways, a couple of things to know going into this chapter: 1. The customer name 'Badeaux' actually translates to the Occitan meaning of 'stupid' and 'gullible'. This was on purpose, lol. 2. I head canon Rakuyo to have heavy Arabic/Egyptian and German influence, and Juzo to have more Hispanic/ Mexican influence. (Rakuyo's uses a flail. They were used frequently in Germany and Egypt, and his attire for some reason reminds me of a lot of the colors used during Egypt. Not to mention some of their clothes were more loose fitting/flowy. In Juzo's canon information (or the wiki on him), it's actually mentioned that his armor is inspired by Aztec warriors or at least closely resembles them, hence the Hispanic head canon.) 3. In One Piece, Buccaneers have been confirmed as a race.(at least from what I've found, This might change with more of the research I do into this project, lol.) HOWEVER, while they have been confirmed, I do believe that there are/ were two people confirmed to be buccaneers, and Whitebeard had been one of them. Ok, I think that about covers it for the head canons/ information I did research on for this chapter. I think all of the gemstone information is also correct. (If it's not and you're a huge nerd that's a lot more savvy in this than I am, please tell me so I can correct it-)

For Chapter 0: please go here! ____________ Word Count: 3575 ____________ ‘Snap. Snap. Snap.’ The crude hand that had waved in front of your vacant gaze had been going for a while now. It was only when the snapping started that your mind had even returned to reality in the first place. A little disappointed that you were ripped from the wandering adventure your thoughts were leading you on to get away from the suffocating gloominess within the shop, your gaze finally focused on the person in front of you. Well, you tried to, anyway. Still trying to tie your imagination back to where you were anchored in the world, you remained silently transfixed on the man before you. He was alone, that much was for sure, yet the shop wasn’t occupied by just him. Just outside your field of vision, there were three others there. By their stature, you figure the three were also me. Odd, given that this ‘was’ a jewelry place. More men had seemed to come through on days in comparison to women.

Ah, but you couldn’t afford the luxury to note all of your customers at the moment, for the man standing at the counter seemed to grow more and more restless.

“Hellloooo? Anyone home?” His words came out as sharp, though they were hollow. Most of the customer’s anger usually was. Staring blankly at the man for a moment longer only seemed to irritate him much further than he already had been.

“Are you going to help me, or do I need to report this to your boss?” The idea of the man waiting outside of the boss’s door for days had seemed amusing, and you were almost tempted to test that. But alas, that wasn’t going to do your own bills any favors.

“Apologies, sir.” You started in. “I was just distracted.” Despite the upfront bitterness the man had shown you, your tone remained friendly and inviting. Even if you felt like snapping back at the man, you always reminded yourself of the ‘one’ helpful piece of advice that your boss had told you: you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar. Even with the kindness you displayed, the guy had only crossed his arms, his scowl deepening.

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” Sarcasm was what he had retorted with. Greeaatttt, he seemed like he was going to make this a pleasant transaction. You took the moment to look the man over. He did seem like trouble. Well, he certainly dressed like it. A lilac colored dress shirt tucked neatly into a pair of white slacks was held together by a gaudy black belt. The golden buckle itself seemed bigger than anything he could offer, but there again most men that waltzed in dressed to the nines never could offer much fulfillment outside of being a sugar daddy for most women. You couldn’t see exactly what kind of shoes he wore from behind the counter, but did it really matter? The rest of the outfit was enough to tell you he came from the ritzy part of town. Unfortunately for you, that also meant that he was going to be a difficult customer. Usually people from the nicer end of town always came in trying to swindle the shop- as if they needed more money than they already had.

Truth be known, if it weren’t for the other people in the shop, you’d have turned the man away right then and there, all it would’ve taken was a simple excuse of ‘we’re closing for break’ or ‘come back later, I have a meeting with the boss to attend to’. But no. The shop just HAD to be busy at that very moment. Taking what little energy you had mentally stored away for tougher customers, you finally decided to move the transaction along.

“How may I be of assistance today?” Your tone remained chipper, a smile starting to form. It didn’t seem to be enough to waver the man’s bitterness, for he simply scoffed. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, the man was quick to slam the item down on the counter. You had internally winced at the noise, praying he hadn’t cracked the glass counter since it’d most likely come out of your check- especially since the boss was famous for that trick, taking from your supposed ‘pay balance’ when ‘things happened on your shift’. Thankfully when he drew his hand back, the counter had been saved. Atop it sat a ring. A gorgeous one at that.

“This.” His tone was blunt, the sharp edge still prominent in his voice.

“Ok…” You started yet again, your smile still remaining as you carefully moved your hand to gently pick up the ring.

“What is it you’re looking to do with this today?” Briefly looking up to him, you focused back on the piece of jewelry itself. 

“I want you to take it back and give me a refund.” He snapped, his arms crossing. His patience had begun to run thin. As it had been said before, the ring was gorgeous. And as much as you’d have loved to give the man money back on the ring…you couldn’t. Unlike the rest of the jewelry in the shop, this ring was unique. The ring itself had a slimmer bezel. It wasn’t anything fancy. But with the color of gold the bezel was, you were certain that it was top of the line. Yet, what was the most breathtaking part was the stone that was in the center of it all. An apatite. Against the teal of the stone, the gold had stood out but not taken the attention from the gem itself. And that was exactly the problem.

“I see…” Your voice seemed uncertain. There was a small voice in the back of your head saying that this was an opportunity to get a piece of jewelry such as this, that buying it and selling it for more could’ve very well have saved the place from going under for another month or so, but the facts stood before you. After gently placing the ring back on the counter, you returned your attention back to the bitter man.

“I’m afraid sir, we can’t accept this back as is. Unless we have a record of your receipt on file, we can’t take this back.” The man had seemed as if you were threatening to take his first born.

“And why, pray tell, is that?” His snippy tone seemed to only reflect the anger he was trying to keep under wraps.

“Well, for starters, we don’t sell jewelry with Apatite.”

“And why the hell not?! It’s a ring, is it not?” Snapping at you, all you could do was allow a soft sigh to escape you. Oh, how you wished you could’ve chewed this man up and spit him back out, but keeping your cool, you only carried on.

“I understand your frustration, sir. But we cannot accept jewelry back that we did not sell. This bezel is clearly made up of a higher gold concentration than we offer here, as well as the gem itself. Due to how fragile Apatite is, and due to how costly it can get trying to remake certain pieces that shatter and crack during the sculpting process, we do not sell nor buy jewelry including it.”

“That isn’t fair! I bought this ring from you people fair and square!” The man’s persistence might've been admirable, even for a scam, but even so, the only thing it was doing was grating your last nerve.

“If you insist you have, I can at least check our receipt logs…What’s the last name?” Briefly turning your back to the counter, you moved to dive beneath the counters for the crates of alphabetized files.

“It’s Badeaux.” As sharp as ever, he kept glowering at your actions while his own patience began to run thinner than before. After a moment of looking through the B fields, you had resurfaced once more.

“I’m sorry, sir. But we don’t have a file for you on hand. If you’d like, I do have some of the local island’s jewelers on file, so I can ring some of-”

“This is utter bullshit!” He spat at you, slamming his fist down on the counter.

“I understand your frustrations sir, but please-”

“Screw this, it ain’t even worth the money anymore. Just take it and choke on it for all I care!” The loud ‘clank’ that broke the ‘mostly’ serene silence of the shop had been from the ring making contact with the safety glasses you wore. As tacky and bulky as they were, you were grateful for them just then. The man had turned on his heel, letting the door slam on his way out. Once more, you couldn’t help the sigh that had escaped you.

“I swear, this job isn’t worth what I get paid on days.” The thought had escaped you with no filter, though did it really matter? No one else was around.

“Oh, I bet.” The voice of reason mused back. Allowing the comfortable smile to return, you simply decided to take a moment from-

Wait a minute…you didn’t have a voice of reason. Well, you did, just not one that talked back so…well…vividly. Just as the smile dropped, your gaze casually turned to the side. Upon first glance, you found yourself staring back at a pair of partially lidded eyes. It was only then that you realized.

“Ah, sorry sir! How, uhm, may I help you?” After quickly standing up straight and feeling a bit embarrassed over the remark shared aloud, it was only then you had remembered the other three men that had been perusing the different counters in the shop. In response, the man let out a light hearted chuckle. He held his hands up in a mock defense, the gesture seeming to do wonders to pacify the sudden embarrassment and anxious atmosphere.

“Whoa, whoa, cool it, Sparky. We’re not here to cause any problems.” His voice was gentle, soothing almost. The way he spoke seemed to hide no ulterior motive. That was good at least. To be quite frank, it was hard to believe that the group was there for anything other than genuine interest in the shop. Perhaps they were adventurers?

“We just had some questions, that’s all.” As the man spoke, you took note of his attire. Much like the last man, this one also had a purple shirt. Though unlike the first, he had been worn in a more casual manner. The way he kept it unbuttoned exposed the tattoo that embellished his chest and the muscles he had. Around his waist was a blue sash, along with a decorative belt that- somehow- topped the last man’s. From what you could tell, it seemed like he was wearing blue jeans of some kind, though again, from where you stood, you couldn’t quite tell if that was the case or not. Atop his head was a tuft of messy blond hair. To you, it did look a bit comical since no one really had come through with such a hairstyle before, but you must’ve figured the poor guy probably got enough trash talk for it. All in all, he had a much more laid back nature about him, something you couldn’t quite place, but something that seemed to be trustworthy for the time being.

Taking a moment to glance at the other two over his shoulder, You made note of the other two. One was a far burlier looking man, his frame towered the other two easily. A much more tan complexion had adorned him, the shade of red that the armor plates he wore seemed to pop more against him. From where he was, his back had been to you, so very little was able to be made out on his face. However, you could tell from just his stature alone that he was definitely not someone to be messed with. The other seemed a lot more enthused about the different pieces of jewelry within the cases. His back had also been to you, but what little you could make out from him was the messy blond locks he wore in dreads, as well as the cream colored jacket. Though, it did look more yellow than white.

In a way, you felt a little bad for the more excited man out of the two. All there were beneath the glass casings were boxes of different rings bunched together. Maybe before they left, you could at least pull them out of the casing and let him rummage through them? It wasn’t like your boss would care so long as none of them had gone missing. For now, though, they were here for genuine business, so suggesting the idea was off the table for now. Returning your attention to the first shaggier man of the trio, you recomposed yourself from the startle he gave you.

“Very well. What is it you’re looking for help with today?” Asking the question, the man had seemed a little stumped. ‘Please don’t be trying to rob the place…please don’t be trying to rob the place.’ The thought crossed your mind as the man stalled in giving his response.

“Well, it’s a bit…complicated.” He started in. He took note of the way you watched him before taking a step back.

“My bad, didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” He reassured, his tone remaining insouciant. Oddly enough, you couldn’t help but take his word. Clearing his throat, he briefly turned to look over his shoulder at the other two.

“I myself am not very savvy with these kinds of things. But Rakuyo over there…” Speaking the last of his words loud enough for the other two to hear, the more eccentric man had quickly turned his head towards the two of you. Motioning the other over, the blond allowed a casual smile to form.

“I’ll let you talk to him, you’ll get a lot further since he’s more adverse in what we’re looking for.” With the blond taking a step back, the man- who you presumed was Rakuyo- stepped forward in his place. A bright smile adorned his features. Despite his energy, the laid back atmosphere of the interaction had remained.

“Hey, Shug.” The man replied. Though the nickname had already had you turning your nose up, something told you that was just something he called most women. At least it didn’t seem like he was trying to hit on you. With a simple ‘hello’ in return, you refocused your attention back to the conversation at hand.

“So, your friend here tells me that you’re more equipped with what it is you three are in for today?” You started in, your tone remaining as friendly as before. Earning a chuckle in response, the man nodded.

“I suppose that’s true to an extent.” Remaining light-hearted in the exchanged banter, the man continued.

“We were actually in to see if there would be any way you could resize or replicate a ring to request.” He started in. It took a moment for you to actually regroup yourself. It was a bit shocking, actually. For the first time in months, someone was GENUINELY INTERESTED in requesting service. Quickly gathering your wits, you had finally nodded.

“O-of course we do! Though we cannot offer a free resizing service with rings not sold here, we still can, depending on the condition of the ring itself. Pricing would mostly rely on the gemstones preferred for the ring.” The man had listened to your explanation, his features seeming to light up.

“Really? Well then, that answered quite a bit.” He mused, his words sounding as though they were mostly directed towards himself. When he refocused on you once more, his smile seemed to grow.

“I suppose that leaves us with a couple other questions, Hun.” For once, you could feel the corner of your lips tug upwards in a more genuine smile the more the conversation progressed. The three men had, for once, not been thugs- which was surprising given the same symbol they all adorned on different parts of themselves. You could’ve sworn you had seen it somewhere before, but remembering  where had eluded you. The conversation had gone from asking about the gemstones local to the island to the rarity and cost of others that were hard to get. At the end of the day, their request hadn’t seemed that complex. It was nothing more than a simple thicker bezel for a man with a single holder for garnet embedded into the ring itself. At the end of the day, it wasn’t something that would cost any of the three of them a fortune, outside of the third man who had remained in the back, neither of the two you spoke to seemed like they would’ve had a larger ring size. If you dared say, you didn’t think making it would’ve broken the bank for the third man either.

“Right then, I’ll be sure to put the order down and get the supplies ordered for you then.” You chimed. Rummaging through the boxes behind the counter, you pulled out a small notepad. On each page seemed to be an order ticket of sorts. As you began to work away at writing down all of the order information, you carried on with the conversation.

“I think I have just about everything here I need. I’m only missing the ring size.” The question had only earned an awkward silence from the three. Rakuyo was the first to pipe up after being unable to take the silence.

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking. What…sizes do you go up to?” Briefly stopping your scribbling, your gaze had turned up to look at him. When he had seemed a bit nervous in the manner, you turned to the other two. The first had seemed just as nervous, even the bigger gut out of the three seemed to have some pause in his stoic demeanor. Oh, they were serious. Standing up right once more, you started with another explanation.

“Well, at the moment we can only make up to a size 15. However, we can make additional sizes to accommodate different groups, such as giants and other larger groups. Most requests like this are done upon request, but the problem with them is that they may take a bit more time outside of the usual week. Would you happen to know the ring size off the top of your head?” Looking between the three men, each of them had seemed baffled for an answer. Taking that as a ‘no’, you ducked back under the desk to rummage around for a simple stack of papers.

“That’s alright if you’re unsure. We do have different sizing for each kind of person.” You started in. Pointing to the first set of sizes, you kept your focus on the page.

“These ones are mostly for humans. Don’t mind any of these numbers, it’s just for us back here to know what the bezel width would be. Over in this column,” Your finger circles the furthest set of numbers to the right, “is what you’d need to know. Down here are for Fishmen. Again, You don’t have to worry about any of these, this just tells us where we’d need to cut the bezel in order to assure it causes its owner any discomfort against the webbing in their hands./ Most mermaids and mermen do fall within human measurements, but there are a few that do have occasional sizing outs-”

“I don’t mean to be rude and cut you short, but why do the numbers have such a significant jump between these two groups?” The first man had piped up, pointing to a spot in which the whole section had been scribbled out.

“Ah, that.” You simply stated.

“Well, that was the sizing for buccaneers, but unfortunately, they haven’t been around in years. Most of the tools that we have for them aren’t kept on location. We still have them, of course, for the few odd folk that do have sizes that fall in that range, but that…would…” When your gaze had turned to look up at the three, each of them had seemed as though they had just witnessed a miracle. Raising a brow a bit, you kept your gaze flickering between the three of them.

“Is something the matter?” After you spoke, the peppier man had placed his hands on the counter, leaning over a bit.

“Do you realize what you’ve just done?!” He spoke. Taking a few steps back, you watched the man’s shock quickly contort into a wide grin.

“M…my job?” You spoke, uncertainty prominent in your tone.

“Well, yes, but no.” He finished, allowing him to place his feet back on the ground.

“Ma’am, you don’t realize just how long we’ve been looking for someone that has the equipment to make a ring for a buccaneer.” For the first time, the third man finally spoke. Your mouth had opened to speak, but you found the words stalling in your throat.

“...I beg your pardon?” The words had left unfiltered. Baffled by their wording, you figured that maybe they were simply just stating that whoever the ring was for was just unlucky enough to have sizing that fell within the buccaneer range. Yet, something told you that wasn’t the case.

Surely, it was just a misfortune, right? I mean…buccaneers had been extinct at this point…hadn’t they?

hear me out

Tangled's song 'I've got a dream'...yeah? Same song...only it's WB 's crew. I'm pretty sure that there'd be enough of them to fill all of the spots. It would only be a matter of figuring out who Rapunzel would be, but yeah! And this is why I should not be allowed to be unsupervised with my imagination! :D (Oh, absolutely the next free minute I get to draw, I am going to be doing this, LOL)

Appraise Love

Ahhh, look at me! I finally decided to pull the trigger and actually post a fanfic for once!! Just a bit of background for this story: This is a Whitebeard pirates x reader story. UNLESS ASKED OTHERWISE, most things in here will remain platonic/friendly (and a bit fluffy). I also do plan to write chapters giving each Commander their own time to shine with the reader. (I know everyone's here for Marco, Izo, Thatch, and Ace, but come one! Rakuyo, Atmos, Namur, Speed Jill, Vista, and literally the rest of the sixteen commanders exist as well. Why only write for a fourth of them when they all deserve a chance?! (Yes, I'm THAT big of a dork to be able to name all of them. I know I didn't include a lot of the others on here, but trust me. I can XD) Anyways, this is considered chapter 0. Since this is only the prologue and the introduction to what exactly the reader's life is like, this isn't the official first chapter of interaction. (That's actually Chapter 1!) I'll also be sure to add a few additional triggers with the chapters as the story progresses, but something to keep in mind with the story as a whole: THERE ARE UNDERLYING THEMES OF DEPRESSION. It's subtle in some spots, but laid on thick in others depending on the story progression. Ok, I'll leave now. Enjoy! _______________________ Word count: 1375 _______________________

Life is a fickle thing, is it not? All at the same time, the day could fly by for one person while it dragged on for another. A couple could be experiencing the happiest moments of their lives, another their last. I guess in that regard, it was better to say that time was a fickle manner, but life itself had a funny way of ruling over those decisions. And unfortunately for you, time nor life has ever worked out in your favor. Not in a long while.

Every morning, it was the same rinse-and-repeat cycle that had once been something you believed would lead to happiness. It had been that way for ten years now. Get up, make the long trip to the island’s high end part of town- which was on the opposite side of where you lived- open the jewelry shop for the day, work your shift and cover for the boss, close up at the end of the night, go home, find whatever was the easiest and low maintenance in the way of cooking, go to bed, and wake up the next day to do it all over again. Of course, the last few years hadn’t always been so…lacking. No no no, the ‘oh-so’ happy residents of the town had made sure of that. On days where you had travelers visit the shop, there was always small talk sharing in their adventures or their life that had led them to that very moment, and in even rarer occasions, there was always a bone thrown your way and they’d be generous enough to give you a tip for your work.

Of course, that was one nice customer to every 50 or so? And that was taking what kindness you were given far and few in between and paying it up to flatter the residents of the island. And that was saying a lot since all they gave you was their usual snappy remarks or some new form of taking their anger out on you. A lot of the customers had gotten angry so often that your boss- in the one or two times he even bothered to roll out of bed- had told you that safety glasses were now a must while working ALL the time rather than when you did the work the old lapidarist had slacked on before leaving. And to think that this is what fate initially had you set out to sea for. Life outside of the mundane island was, well, avoiding the island itself. No pirates ever stopped there, and Marines were the same way. Everyone avoided the island like the black plague.

The only reason you had ever dared to come to the island yourself was both for the lack of its history and people, and the fact that a job opportunity had fallen into your lap. At the time, it seemed like a dream come true, yet now it felt more like it was a personalized nightmare to make you hate even the smallest joys of life. Yet here you were, still playing the sucker who kept on dreaming that it would get better. And to an extent…you still hoped that it would, that one day everything would work out.

See, life was a fickle thing. The whole reason you had ever been brought to the island in the first place was your line of research. A gemologist, that, of all things, was what you had settled on in life. Not that it was a bad thing! Because it really wasn’t. It was just…odd. In comparison to a world that piracy had existed in, it was just odd that you’d settled on studying jewels, stones, and gems rather than hoarding them. But, it kept your nose out of everyone’s business and the eyes of the government, so you were happy enough with it. And to you, upon your initial arrival to the island, believed that the smiles everyone wore had been a show of the happiness that threatened to overwhelm its visitors. Yet it took all of but a few hours to find just how wrong that was. Threatening to rip someone’s throat out and shove it up where the son doesn’t shine just for bumping into them wasn’t exactly the most friendly thing in the world. And saying it with a smile as well, it was enough to get to anyone.

If the bitter nature of the people was bad enough, they were all lazy as well. Going to the grocery store just for a night’s worth of groceries took longer than the walk home, even when you were the only person in the store. Trying to see a doctor meant that you’d be waiting a few months out to even get any sort of chance to SCHEDULE the appointment. It was a miracle how no one had ever died on the island. And your boss was no better. The man had only ever been at the shop two days out of the ten years you had worked there: the day you were hired, and another day where you had to go home early after getting a ring thrown at you and the bezel had sliced a little too close to your eye. It hadn’t hit the inside of your eye, nor had it scarred- from what you could tell, anyways. You were lucky to even still have it functioning at this point.

It was only a couple of years after you had started that the old lapidarist had suddenly just stopped showing up to work. Truthfully, you didn’t blame them, despite the dread that filled you anytime you dared to question their disappearance. The only reason you stayed was because of the free rent and the time you got to do what you loved…ok, it wasn’t free rent, but no one had come to collect the payments from you, so it was free housing. At least the laziness of the life there had been good for something. But…was it worth it? That was the question you had always come back to every chance you had been alone during the day. What good was your work if the people were never happy? What good was it when the jeweler felt as though it were going to financially collapse?

The old displays had been sold by the boss for a quick buck to find a way to meet ends in order to make the shop’s monthly bills, so none of the work you made ever got proper recognition. Your paychecks had gotten farther and fewer in between until you almost had nothing left. You weren’t sure if it was just a case that the boss was taking what he owed you to pay for the shop or if he was simply not bothering to even pay you anymore. The people were never happy, your house was always in shambles, but you never had the money to ever fix it. To say the least, you hated it. You hated everything about the island, about your home, about your job. Yes, job. It had gotten bad enough to a point that you’d have rather numbed your mind for hours on end sitting behind a desk to write- much like the person that took heavens only knows how long to write this- rather than continue your personal studies for the career you once wanted.

Sometimes, the idea crossed your mind that maybe settling down wasn’t for you? I mean, you had been happier when you were travelling from place to place to understand the type of jewelry that was popular on each island, why, and how valuable it was. Truth be known, when you looked at the point your life was at, a deeper part of you ached. It felt like something had curled up on itself every time you noted that you did what most people had spent a lifetime doing. You managed to settle down earlier on in life before you got too old and it got to be too late. But what did it matter what you thought? For as long as you stayed on the island, you were at the mercy of the people and whatever they decided to throw at-

‘Snap. Snap. Snap.’

I did a thing, and apparently Rakuyo has become my new favorite to draw next to Heat.

LOOK AT THIS MAN, DUDE-

ACK- HIS HAIR IS SO FUN!!!

I did a doodle of Heat next to him because I will never get off of being a simp for him XD

Their moods are polar opposites, ones a certified yapper while the other is just done and is a hop skip and jump away from shoving his boot in his mouth, lol.

I also did a few doodles of a couple other members of Whitebeard's crew, but I'm honestly not all too happy with them. Keep in mind, they are the first time I've drawn them, so these are kind of my WIP interpretations of them for my artstyle :3

The last little chick is actually irl me. I drew these a couple of weeks ago when I was sick and that's how I decided to cope, lol.

I love doing research for my ocs :3

So apparently this was a flop over on Cara (aka, I think that I jsut posted at a time that no one was on, so they didn't really notice the post, lol) so I'm posting it here because I really want you peeps to know how much love I actually put into making my ocs!

So, I've said on all of my platforms, all of my ocs do have disorders or medical issues in one way or another. And with each of these disorders, I actually do a thorough amount of research before I officially post the information. (And yes, Lee's info is actually out. I posted it up on my Wattpad. Just as an fyi, you will be a minute reading all of it. There's a lot, lol) So, I'm just going to jump right into things. Up first on the roster is their blood types. I know, I sound crazy, but surprisingly, there is some research that goes into the blood types I assign my ocs. It depends on if they have a blood disorder (such as Pandora and Tonta with their heart problems) or their personality traits. Yes, you heard- well, read- correctly. Their personality traits actually play a HUGE part into their blood types. There are studies out there that a few groups have done that proves certain blood types have generalized similarities in personality traits. In Lee's information, I have her listed as A- for her blood type because people with that blood type actually are very introverted people. They're independent to an extent and are very reserved. To those of you that have read up on her (or have followed her development since day one of me creating her-) you can't say that DOESN'T describe her.

I also do research into the names as well. Lee's full name is Lee Ganji, which when translated separately, her first name translate to 'meadow' while her last name translates to 'two beginnings'. This plays a huge part in her info since her own crew's name she was originally the captain of was the 'Meadow Pirates', and after she lost them she got recruited to Kidd's crew- hence the reasoning for her lasty name.

In the way of medical problems, Lee has VCD (Vocal Cord Dysfunction). This is actually something I have, and it is pretty common. Basically, it's a condition that mimics asthma but directly causes the vocal cords to flutter and cause breathing issues. No, it's not a birth defect/ something you're born with, and yes it is treatable through simple speech therapy (or other medical protocol/ therapy). A lot of the time, this can happen from basic things like coughing, your drink 'going down the wrong way', and multiple other reasons.

However in Lee's case, because she doesn't talk very much, VCD is something she's pretty much stuck with. Now for her information, I did make it a bit more dramatic and have it play into a lot of the reason she doesn't talk. Is it that intense in reality? No, not really. (Like I said, I have it, and I still run around like an unhinged maniac on days since sitting still isn't an option, lol. All it does is effect your breathing mostly.) (I've also recently found out that vcd does occur more commonly in women than men, and even more so with women that has phycological problems. Unfortunately, this is also accurate to Lee's info since she does suffer with survivor's guilt.)

As for Pandora and her son, Tonta, their medical condition is quite…unique. And yes, this is also an actual thing. So, getting into their info, Pandora and Tonta were both born with their hearts on the right side of their chest instead of the left. This is a lot of the reason as to why Pandora has multiple scars on the left side of her where her heart 'should' be.

In reality, less than 1% of people in the world actually have this, and unfortunately, this does come with quite a few health risks. (How wouldn't it? Your body basically decided to play Yahtzee with your insides and mixed everything up. Of course there's going to be major repercussions with it.) The official name for this is 'dextrocardia'. And one of the main side effects that go along with this is 'Pallor'. To sum this up, this is a condition where the skin appears paler than normal. This actually has a lot to do with Pandora's appearance. While Tonta doesn't have it, Pandora does because 1. There are a few female problems that do tie into Pallor, and 2. She is the main and first family member to have dextrocardia. Hence the reason it's a lot stronger with her than Tonta. Now, does that mean it's hereditary? No. Somehow Tonta ended up with the same problem by luck, not genetics. So, in other words, Tonta and Pandora have their hearts on the right side of them by pure coincidence, not by hereditary development. (Their family's curse, however? Now that's a different story entirely-)

As of currently, I am in the works of fleshing out Bernice's info since she's my favorite little gremlin bean. (But to be fair, I have too many videos I plan to make of memes for her and Thatch just sharing a brain cell, so as of currently I don't really have any medical conditions really thought out. I mean she does eventually take phycological at some point n her info (and it double dips in the canon timeline to One Piece with what happens to Thatch :( ) But I think that she'll actually be a perfectly healthy oc for once with no problems! :D

Ack, I'm glad that I finally got to share that in its entirety! >v<

Also! Since I am still holding out until the first of this year to grind out art, here are the pictures of each of my ocs in case you don't know who I'm babbling on about!

This is a WIP, but this is Lee (She is normally shipped with Heat on Kidd's crew.)

This is Bernice, She's a revolutionary, but eventually becomes an ally to Whitebeard's crew since she doesn't want to become a nurse or cook on the crew and wants to keep her ability to fight (She ate a devil fruit. of course she's gonna want to fight >:3)

The mean looking lady is Pandora, and the boy is her son. She's a Marine Admiral. She's neutral and humane with criminals. But if you even threaten to touch her son, civilian or criminal, Just know you'll be losing more of your arm than Shanks did to a sea king. (The woman's known for her strength with just her bare hands and has, in fact, ripped a man's arm clean off up to the shoulder joint after testing her :D)

Fun holiday head canons I have of Whitebeard's crew

Yes, I know I said that I wasn't going to worry myself with posting on social media for the rest of the year, buuuuuuuttttttt, I actually have one more thing planned out for here in the way of writing, and I really, REALLY wanted to share the head canons I came up with for the oneshot, so yeah. :3| (Again, these are my head canons/ a mix of massively favored head canons (mostly Marco with shiny things and Thatch with Stefan and giving him scraps (this was actually from the Thatch zine on Itch.io. I'll be crediting the author once I get the chance to), Stefan is the canon dog breed he was stated to be from Oda himself.) Please don't attack me for them. They're just the goofy thoughts that go through my head when I draw/ gush about them, lol.) ___________________

-Stefan is allowed to freely greet guests as he sees fit. In the oneshot I'm writing, he is a Great Pyreness that stands at about waist level with the reader. (He’s classified as a lap dog to Whitebeard, so of course he’s a giant dog to everyone else.) Stefan was also a recent addition, so the reader has never really met him since they parted ways long before. (this also results in Namur having to retrieve multiple guests that fell overboard either running scared from Stefan or being tackled by him-)

-In addition, Thatch is also very strict on not giving scraps to Stefan. Does anyone listen to that?...absolutely not. (And not even he does himself, lol.) Thankfully, the dog has manners enough to wait until he's either given scraps or shooed off, and not jump on the table to get them himself.

-None of the ships actually have a christmas tree- unless one of the crew members have one in their personal rooms. There's too many people aboard to have one without it being in the way. So as a fair trade off, each division is allowed to decorate their vicinity on the ship as they and their division all agree on and see fit. (Kitchen is decorated like gingerbread houses (Thatch), the armory is decorated with nutcrackers and poinsettias (Vista), the main deck is with basic garland and wreath pieces (mostly Whitebeard since he prefers more traditional approaches), Rakuyo’s area is deck out in crystal decorations and tinsel (and the same goes for the infirmary, though Marco swears it was the nurses that came to that decision and not him), etc.)

-In addition, each mast had garland wrapped around it, but have odd mismatched ornaments. (Since having an actual Christmas tree would be too hectic, they settled on using the masts instead. And so far, it’s not been a problem since.) The ornaments are made up of trinkets each crew member found as something that represented them and hung that up. The number of ornaments grows every year with each new member they recruit.

-Blameno was deemed ‘Santa Claus’ for the Moby. Why? Because he can hide things in his pockets. No one would would really dare to rip off a fake beard (especially if there were a few crews that attend the party and had kids. That would be trauma to them ;-;). And truthfully, he doesn’t actually mind it, either. It gives him some leverage to mess with people like Ace (Or Rakuyo and Curiel) who’d most likely try snooping early. He never tells when he hides their gifts in his pockets either, and he certainly gets a riot out of hiding something that would keep prying hands away.

-In addition, Kingdew was also assigned to play an ‘elf’. He doesn’t mind since he basically gets to wander around later with Blamenco after everyone’s gone to bed- or passed out from the party- so no one really sees him unless they wake up. (And he gets to laugh at the fact that Haruta is the one that has to dress up as one during story time for the younger kinds...you already know the sass he gets for the days leading up to the party from Haruta.)

-Involving the story, Blenheim, Jozu, and Haruta manage reading to the younger kids at the party. And yes, every year it switches off between Jozu and Blenheim for who actually reads the story. (Haruta just gets stuck as the elf because- in their words- ‘the shoe fits him perfectly’. )

-Something fun to think about that makes me giggle: Thatch, Jozu, and Ace are the only ones aboard that actually still believe in Santa. This also results in a lot of the reason as to why Jozu is usually one of the few in bed first, Thatch makes sure everything is cleaned up before going to bed himself, and Ace usually tries running around throughout the party to make sure everyone is in high spirits (and usually passes out drinking eggnog or stealing his twelfth sugar cookie for the night, lol-) --------- If you have any others, by all means please comment them or keep them going. I'd love to see what other ideas you guys have, lol.

A Pawsible Problem- A Whitebeard Pirates Fan Story (A small excerpt from a Patreon Exclusive story)

Is this probably evil to post only a tidbit of this story here? Yes, yes it is. Do I have good reason for this?...Yes, actually. Long story short, I'm currently looking to find a way to leave my job and have a full time sustainable gig from home. My main goal/ my dream goal is to finish the children/tween chapter book I am working on so I can make the art for it. But, as to be expected, that's easier said than done when you're trying to balance a job still, as well as art and animation. Sooo, I'll be doing this to gain people's attention in order to get more people to support my Patreon. Don't worry, my art isn't stopping, but until I can find a way to leave my job and make more time to actually be able to pump out both my art and writing 24/7, this is the only way I know I can get peeps to head over and support it. Ah, but don't worry! if you aren't able to support my Patreon, then please do wait. It may take some time, but with the progression of this story, I will be uploading a full version of it to Itch.io as a downloadable version, it'll probably be something you have to pay for, but maybe like a dollar or so at most. (Yes, I want to be able to write and draw for a living, but I don't want to bankrupt people doing such, lol.) Anyways, the full version of this is going upon my Patreon, for now, here's just a small excerpt from Chapter 0: Please note: this is a randomly selected paragraph of the two that are a part of the chapter. While the chapter itself is not very long, it's only the precursor to the main book. ___________________ In a clearing where the trees parted had been a winding road that stretched on forever. The dim lights of the vehicle stood as a small flicker of a flame on the night drive in comparison to the light show that was taking place in the sky above. Between the low hum of the engine and the distant sound of the thunder, it became vacantly clear that the chirp of crickets had been snuffed out before their symphony could begin. Within the small cramped confines of the car that continued its trek down the road were two passengers. A man’s hunched form was over the wheel of the vehicle while his eyes squinted on the paved road ahead. The other passenger in the crosswise seat had been curled up. Their rhythmic breathing gave away the peaceful state of slumber that had befallen them. They couldn’t be blamed for it, the need for wanting sleep. Not many could find the beauty in nature. Well, I guess that wasn’t the case for them. The road ahead might’ve stretched on forever, but at the end of the journey would be their new home. Change was always a big deal. The thousands of ways people handled it came in all various sizes.

When I tell you guys that I haven't even finished a quarter of this project and it has made me cry so many times already- I actually started this a couple of weeks after Cavetown actually released this cover of Mine All Mine. I could've done it with the original, but I honestly love Cavetown a lot, and love this version of the song so much! Anyways, this is actually a small part of the WIP that I wanted to share with you guys before it spoiled anything else of the project. I feel like where I trimmed this to actually post the sneak peek doesn't give away much...hopefully it doesn't, since this is actually a new avenue I'm venturing down to introduce my ocs and their information/stories. But, yeah, no, this whole project has become an absolute emotional roller coaster. I'm in love with the art I'm making for a lot of the slides, but I feel like I'm purposefully hurting myself by making something THIS sad, lol.

If I haven't made it blatantly known before, I actually have a multitude of art style at my disposal. So if my hands will not cooperate with the one for the day, I usually can switch to one of the others. This one is one of my more cartoony/simplified versions. (I will be drawing Ivankov one day, or even just going in and coloring the slide in this one because the drawing of them here is just *Chef's kiss* My art style did them justice here, and I couldn't love it more. This doesn't actually happen in her info, But Ivankov and Sabo both give her a hard time for going between missions and visiting Whitebeards crew frequently. (Also, because I don't like the idea that he's actually gone, this is in an AU where Thatch does survive, but these two goons just give her a hard time and make her worry for nothing, lol.)

I can't believe that I have this posted EVERYWHERE, and even have this sat as my profile picture here, but never made an official post on it! :0 Well, better late than never I guess, lol. Anyways, jumping right in, this little gremlin right here is Bernice. While she made look like she's sweet and cutesy and very she/nervous (which she really can be at times) she is actually a revolutionary and ally to Whitebeard's crew. You'll learn about her more as I post her introduction comic, but yeah. (Also, yes, eventually she does pick one group over the other, but not willingly. due to certain...circumstances, she actually resigns her position with one of the two and does try to game over someone over what happened. Not saying who she leaves or who she decides to take on, but it definitely isn't what you'd be expecting. Lol.) But yeah, Take this gremlin for now. Dudes, we need more oc with plain hair colors/brown hair colors and actually beauty blemishes. Ocs with brown hair are SEVERELY underrated, but ocs with multiple little moles/accurate freckles are even MORE disgustingly underrated. The same with female ocs with short hair- (This is my far cry for you peeps that have ocs with any of these things to tag me in them, lol. Or even just tag me in them in general, I need new artists to follow on here XD)

As you can tell, this is the first pager to my one of my OP ocs, lol. Fun fact about this little gem: I've been sitting on Page one for a couple of months now, and as you'll tell by the next page, uhhh....my art actually hit an upgrade at some point? Dunno when, but my proportions are slowly getting there, lol. (Imagine having your character introduced to their own storyline by being taken down by sea stone, lol.) Anyways, here's the translation of the comic for those of you that aren't able to read my handwriting/ it doesn't show up well: 1. "I swear, if Ace broke in again last night, I'm gonna..." 2. "Aha! I knew he was the one taking my cookies!" 3. "Well I'll be, it really isn't Ace...guess I'll have to give him an apology tomorrow." 4. "But then, if it's not him..." 5. "Then who is this?"