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I realized a post i worked pretty hard on, and im proud of, Roots Of Suffering, kinda flopped. Though tbf i did write it near the start of my writing journey on tumblr. Still, it might be because I wrote it all at once and its over 5000 words all in one chapter. Not much, but also i know tumblr prefers smaller chapters. So I thought about breaking it up so it's multi chapter, 2 or so, so people dont feel as intimidated to read it all at once. That way they can read one part, then another later without losing their place. Should i repost it to do that or just keep it the way it is as a one shot?

It's kinda funny how every crew we see calls their captain "Captain" or by some title of respect but the Strawhats just call Luffy by name.

A Good Liar

Shanks x gender neutral reader. Platonic. 744 words. 'thought' "speech"

You and Shanks walk through town, you’re lesser known so you don’t have to wear any disguises but Shanks is wearing a cloak to avoid anything happening. A fight isn’t a problem, but it’s a bother. He puts the hood down to let his hair air out, it’s humid so it’s a bit suffocating having it on. When he’s airing it out a civilian notices. Shanks looks at them and they slowly pull out a transponder snail, before your captain can knock them out in public you stop him and walk to the person. “Noticed you saw us.” You say and they nervously put their hands up. “Relax, this happens kinda often, just came to clear things up. You think he’s Red-Haired Shanks, yeah?” You point back at Red-Haired Shanks who keeps a straight face watching you.

“No I didn’t- I mean-”

“No it’s fine, but he isn't. Sorry for the confusion, that’s why he usually wears the hood when he’s out. It’s easier than having to explain it to every person who misunderstands. The civilian looks confused, looking to Shanks who quickly changes his expression from also confused to a nervous smile while putting his hood back up.

“Huh? Not him?”

“Yeah my friend gets confused for him kinda often, the Marines have been starting to get kinda pissed off since they keep getting called for false alarms. It’s kind of a shit coincidence they look alike, especially since he lost an arm during a construction accident years ago even before Red Hair lost his arm.” Shanks stares at you as you speak, trying to keep his expression while he watches you shamelessly lie to this person.

“But the scar, and the facial hair?” You only take a split second before coming up with more.

“Ah, man.” You put a hand to your head like you’re annoyed. “Sorry, it's not your fault. He keeps his facial hair like that because it looks nice, I mean Shanks kinda has the attractive ruggish look yeah, though would be better if he weren’t a criminal doppelganger of my friend. For the scar, well look closer.” You pull his hood down and the civilian puts his transponder snail away. “Hair’s a bit more orangey, and his scar’s on the wrong eye.” Shanks’s hair just looks like that from the afternoon sun, and the scar part is just a straight up lie. However, memories can be slightly altered and the person starts to look unsure.

“True, Red Hair is said to have completely red hair…” They stare at Shanks who’s biting the inside of his cheek to stop a smile.

“It is. You can call Marines if you want but they’re not gonna do anything except ruin me and my friend’s outing and probably yell at you.” You say, the civilian looking unsure.

“It is on the wrong eye..” Gaslighting works wonders, especially with fear of being wrong.

‘They bought that!?’ Shanks almost widens his eyes but keeps it in.

“Looks older too.” They add.

‘Ouch.’ Shanks closes his eyes in pain.

“Shoot, I’m really sorry.” You did it, they apologize and you pat the person’s back while looking into their eyes.

“It’s okay, I just don’t like wasting the Marines’ time nor do I want to get you in trouble.” You say, having a sympathetic look on your face like you actually care. The person nods and you motion for Shanks to put his hood back up, which he does. After that you share a few pleasantries, joking about the “first few times” your friend got “mistaken” as Shanks. Charismatic conversation and a few words from Shanks with him changing his voice a bit is all it takes until you two leave completely safe. Once you two get somewhere more private Shanks puts a hand on his face and crouches down, bursting out into laughter. You’re shameless, absolutely and utterly shameless.

“Construction accident? O-On the wrong eye?” Your captain stutters in between laughs as you smile.

“Hey, it was for the greater good. Aren’t you glad I'm good at improvising.”

“Improvising my ass, you’re a straight up liar!” He manages to stand back up straight, still cracking up a bit as he wipes a tear from his eye.

“We’re leaving this place tomorrow morning anyway, doesn’t matter.” You say with a shrug.

“Good to have you on my side, I’m never playing poker with you again.” He pats you on the back.

“Darn.” You snap your fingers.

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I cant believe basically saying "this ship and the way its treated is toxic and you guys need to accept that" is causing so much discourse. I didn't even say stop shipping it i just said accept that its toxic

You should do something with crocodile mayhapd

So true anon that sounds like me. Here.

Reptile Break for the Reptile Broken

Crocodile thing. 407 words. Crocodile is tired, no ship.

Crocodile lights a cigar and takes a big puff, sitting at his desk. Ever since he joined Cross Guild he’s been busy out of his mind, though he isn’t new to hard work. “Damn Strawhat.” He curses. “Because of that boy I have to work with the clown and Hawkeye. Buggy’s unbearable, even as a figurehead, and Hawkeye is… well I suppose there’s nothing wrong with him but he’s not good company.” He breathes out, smoke clouding around him. Even a man as competent as him needs a break right now, he’s not dumb enough to think he can work forever. “I haven’t visited the bananawani in a while now…” Crocodile couldn’t bring all of them with him, but he did manage to bring a few. They’re useful after all, keeping people in check while not having to deal with bodies. They’re also sure as hell better company than the other two men he’s allied with. It’s decided, he stands up and leaves his office to see them.

He walks into the enclosure, something he had built quickly but not recklessly. It isn’t the bananawanis’ fault he was defeated, they deserve a proper place to live. Once he’s inside and they notice the hooked man they’re trotting over to him happily. “Hey now, you’re too huge to be acting like this.” He says with a chuckle as one of them nuzzles their snout onto his cheek. It hisses happily as Crocodile strokes it, tail wagging behind it. It ends up hitting one of the others in the face and it bites it. They start to hiss angrily at each other. “Oy, don’t fight now. Save that for any suckers that are thrown in here.” The bananagators pacify, crowding around Crocodile again. “Yeah yeah I get it, you’re lonely? Sorry bout that then.” He mumbles. Purple eyes look around for the babies, he finds them. They couldn’t reach him because they were too small to get past the adults. He picks one up, it purrs and chirps. It makes him smile, but he notices there’s one missing. “Where's the other one of you?” The babies tilt their heads in confusion. Crocodile hears squeaky noises in the background. He puts the baby gator down and walks over to the sound cautiously, then he finds it.

“Squeak squeak squeak..” One of the baby gators is on a skateboard, slowly riding across the enclosure as the wheels squeak.

“What the hell…”

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