'what's For Dinner Today?'

me, putting a badge 'queerplatonic relationship' on iida, todoroki, uraraka and midoriya: *takes a step back* heh, nice👍

Shanks raises ASL brother Masterlist

This involves a lot of rearranging of cannon events. But basically Shanks realizes that Luffy is living alone and promises him the next time he comes to Dawn island he’ll take Luffy with him. Crap finds out and take Luffy to Dadan, where he meets Ace and Sabo. Shanks returns just in time to stop the Bluejam pirates from separating the ASL brothers. He spends some time getting to know the other two boys and decides to take them with him.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 make it Mishanks

Part 4: Meeting Mihawk, Sabo’s future

Part 5: Ace’s reveal

Part 6: Ace and Shanks finally talk about Roger

Part 7: Heavy on the Mishanks

Part 8: a coming storm.

Part 9: Higuma finds Luffy, Shanks confronts Higuma

Ask: What about Dadan and the bandits

Ask: When will the boys return to Foosha

Ask: Grandpa Rayleigh?

Poll: Does Shanks lose his arm?

me, looking at shigaraki who slowly goes insane: he's just silly little guy who does silly little things

Reasons why crocodile would find dragon gaining weight to be hot

-Dragon has more energy now, he is still inclined to take a nap in late afternoon but he no longer has that weariness anymore

- He is ideal for winter/winter climates, very warm, great for cuddling perfect for irate reptiles

- You can squish his cheeks (both sets)

- He has an ass now, Crocodile can’t believe he was deprived of such a perfect ass for so many years

- his hair is a thicker and healthier, very soft

- his ass

- Dragon is Crocodiles personal weighted blanket

- He has a muffin top and belly that Crocodile can paw at (it’s very effective for curbing his stress)

- Crocodile can use the new fat around Dragons hips as handholds to *ahem* rail his husband harder than a freight train

- his ass

- Dragon can fuck Crocodile against the wall now

- Dragon usually cooks dinner

Things Crocodile hates about Dragon gaining weight

- Dragon is heavier than him but carries it differently so he looks skinnier (think strong man vs rugby player) crocodile has more of a barrel chest

Dragon's a little over where he was way back in his mid thirties. Before the assassination attempt, to further clarify.

Crocodile had not been around for the attack, nor the steep decline in Dragon's health that came after. Iva tells him it was bad. Kuma probably would have, too, had he been able to.

After the violent course correction that had been that Straw Hat hellion (his Straw Hat hellion, apparently), and a few months in Level Six, Crocodile finally deigned to pay the rebel a visit.

No, he hadn't been putting it off, don't ask stupid questions. No, he was not scared, shut your mouth, Daz!

Hearing about it and seeing it were very different things.

It was... Whatever Iva had told him? It was worse than that.

He looked sickly. Like a stiff breeze could topple him. Like a mild cold could warrant a medical emergency. He was thin... Gods, was he thin...

Worse still, he wasn't... it's like he wasn't even him anymore. The molten hot determination that had first swayed him over only flickered to life here and there, otherwise it was nonexistent. He kept himself wrapped up tight in that ridiculous cloak, like he was hiding in it. The Dragon he knew never hid around friends and colleagues, let alone him...

Because that's the first thing the idiot did, of course.

Ran away in a whirlwind that didn't have half the strength as he remembered it did.

Well, tough luck. Crocodile knew him like the back of his one hand, and knew his haki signature even more intimately than that. He couldn't hide from him, so why even try? Did the idiot not know how much that stung?

Up close and personal, it was somehow even worse.

Age and stress did things to a man, of course, but this was another monster entirely. He looked... dead. His eyes were distant, almost glassy, like he wasn't even there.

"Are you going to say anything, or am I going to have to do the talking?"

See, Crocodile had a bit of an aggression problem. It bled into so much of his personality that really, it was was difficult for some to tell what exactly he was feeling. He never addressed it, nor was he ever like to, because it had its uses.

His concern had teeth, and he needed to sink them in quick before Dragon got away again.

"I can't talk much."

That was... different. No, not the not being able to talk much thing. Words just didn't want to happen sometimes. His voice was different. Low, painfully rough, all broken up and monotonous. Was he sick?

He caught himself reaching out to check for a fever when Dragon shied away. The motion bared his throat just a little more. Crocodile could see the thin edge of a scar disappearing like the tail of a silvery pink snake just beneath orange fabric.

"What the hell happened to you, Ryu?"

A lot. A lot had happened to him.

A lot to find the strength to come to terms with. A lot to find the will to heal from.

Recovering took a damn long time, and you'd think winning this gods forsaken war would have made it easier, but no. It had almost killed the man. Why did the world even need him anymore if the war was won, that sort of existential despair and whatnot...

But Crocodile was a stubborn bastard, and him being a stubborn bastard made Dragon a stubborn bastard, and it made reigniting that zest for life a little bit easier. Slow, yes, but dry cedar, gasoline, and a spark was just destruction for the sake of a big, bright flame. Dragon didn't need that. It's part of what had lead him to this mess to begin with.

Low and slow. A bed of embers chewing on a steady diet of hardwood, given a little stoke here and there. That's what Dragon needed, innuendo aside.

And now here he was, strolling along the beach. standing tall (the audacity) and strong and- dare Crocodile say it- plush. He looks warm and radiant as the sunset at their backs, the fiery golds catching in his dark eyes like amber. He's happier and healthier than he's ever known him, and Crocodile is probably going to pin him to the wall of their home the second the door closes behind them.

Unless Dragon is going to be doing the pinning. This new lease on life has very much made him more assertive with these things.

Never bet against Crocodile, Mihawk.

I've had this comic lying around for ages, but it's so long and I was lazy (as you can see. I only cleaned up some panels, while I redrew others... I might clean this up more later >w<)

Anyway. When I watched Film Red I was asked whether Crocodile would adopt Uta, sparing her from her dire fate. So here we are. I am committing the grave crime of stealing the Shanks and Buggy kid and giving her to Crocodile *lol* But she's got Buggy now, even though it might take him a moment to warm up to her.

(Mihawk probably assumes that Crocodile and Shanks hooked up. That'll keep him up at night for a while.)

every woman thinks she's evil and irredeemable for making a few avoidable mistakes while every man goes about his day thinking he's normal after having emotionally tortured at least 5 different women

i like the idea of toya and keigo meeting each other when they were kids. i know this hc has WILD angst potential, but i really into imagining them as a couple of weird kids with zero social skills.

hear me out what if toya as a child had obsession with dinosaurs? like he was really into scientific side of it, reading articles, keeping an eye to new theories and stuff.

did you know that bird-like dinosaurs (it's basically the coolest meat-eating animals EVER) are related to modern day birds? so

one day toya met keigo aka a bird kid

keigo, anxiously: hey?

toya: oh my lord

keigo: what? did i do something?

toya: omg dude you'rE BASICALLY A DINOSAUR

toya: NATSUO LOOK THIS GUY IS DINOSAUR THAT'S SO COOL

keigo: ....kay

and a lot of years later dabi comes up with his dramatic ass reveal and all the heroes need to come up with some excuse to smooth the consequences.

and hawk just sits somewhere like: can't believe that the freak who tried to burn me alive is the same guy who called me a dinosaur 15 years ago

bakugou shows his support by not showing his support

One problem that men have with understanding women is that men often look for one-size-fits-all rules for all women instead of treating women like people who have different boundaries and want different things at different times. And they may have been raised with those one-size-fits-all rules.

For example, should you compliment a woman's ass? The answer isn't 100% yes or 100% no. If you're having a conversation with her and she brings up which celebrities have a nice ass, and you tell her that hers is better, that's most likely good (if it's actually true), because she already brought that up as a conversation topic. If you tell her she has a nice ass in a professional setting, that's most likely harassment, because it doesn't help to have a nice ass at that time. If you compliment her ass in response to her sharing a story about a stranger yelling "nice ass" at her, then you're likely adding to the trauma that the harasser caused.

Should you be rough with a woman? If you're consensually roughhousing and are careful to prevent hurting each other, then yes. If you're being rough by default, or when she never indicated any interest in that, or in a way that mimics abuse she's suffered, or for the purpose of showing dominance, then no.

i love sleepy, cozy, pliant zoro. zoro blinking sleepily when sanji nudges him awake for some snacktime onigiri. zoro shuffling up behind sanji and pulling him into a hug, blearily nosing into the cook’s slender neck and snuffling his scent, head heavy on his shoulder. zoro rolling over to make room for sanji when he finally joins him for bed, letting sanji loop an arm around him and nuzzle into his sleep-warm back. zoro grunting unhappily as sanji eventually gets up to make breakfast, peppering kisses over his face in apology. sanji laughs as zoro slumps back down into the sheets, already halfway back to sleep, and turns around. but before he can move away, a warm, calloused hand encloses over his wrist and gives him a sluggish tug.

“gmornin’…”

and sanji is so overwhelmed with fondness and warmth, so endeared by his sleepy little mossball. he loves him so much.

“good morning, mosshead. you can go back to sleep.”