Made a sideblog specifically for One Piece because I have a feeling this hyperfixation is gonna stick and I'll be insufferable about it so welcome to my descent into madness <3 My main is @space-ghost-with-the-most !
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In one universe, things happen as they normally do: a mother dead after an inhumanely long pregnancy, a son left behind, and twenty years later, a death televised world wide--all because he bore the weight of his father's sins.
In this universe, things happen differently: Two weeks after the death of Gol D. Roger, Monkey D. Garp shows up on Baterilla to rescue Portgas D. Rouge and their unborn baby. Take her back to Dawn Island under the pretense of her being an old friend and let her raise the kid on her own terms.
Except that doesn't happen--not quite how they'd like.
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
🧱 Every share gives our story a voice.
🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
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In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
i just wanna shoutout my close friends @strawhatghost and @theallbluesea 4 being super awesome!!!! their writing and art kills me every time, and even though i can see a limited amount of things they create due to not wanting to get hit with spoilers, i go crazy like all the time (ly guys <3 )
Due to @lunisoular's really cool Ghost!ASL au, we talked about a spinoff/branch where the ASL survived the terminal fire and became Revolutionaries alongside Sabo! It's still being developed so take these designs as crumbs as I try to get back into content creation AHSDFJK (I drew Luffy today but I don't know how I feel on that look just yet so thats staying in the drafts for now)
Also don't worry Ace and Luffy still become pirates, they're just in the army for most of their childhood to teen years instead of with the bandits
Time Capsule - a container storing a selection of objects chosen as being typical of the present time, buried for discovery in the future.
One of the biggest things that gets me about this au is the fact Sabo doesn't know his brothers anymore, and he's metaphorically a time capsule to them. He's the exact same he was before he died, he hasn't changed one bit for better and for worse. It's bittersweet, he barely knows his brothers anymore and they barely know the real him to the one they've been remembering all these years. (The memory of a dead love one gets warped sometimes, its human nature. We'll always forget their flaws and little annoying traits to keep them in a good light in our memories...)
Some thing's to note!
The flowers at Sabo's feet are forget me nots, which symbolize remembrance! Blue roses can mean an assortment of things but I went with resilience and uniqueness (a unique and complex situation their in). The birds are dead canaries, because Sabo has always felt like a caged bird. The birds are free but they've died, just like Sabo did when he set out to sea. The flames resemble the fire in his ambition, the fire that made him run away again, and the fire of his ship when he was first shot at.
Inside his chest 'the memories ' a bottle of sake for the brother ceremony, the ASL flag they used to fly, a beaded bracelet I imagined Ace to have as a kid, his infamous pipe, his goggles, the handle of a hunting knife, and pictures of his brothers stacked together!
So about that one au where Sabo actually died but got resurrected after Ace survived Marineford?
The horror of having your brother, who was only three months younger than you when he died, coming back to life twelve years after you've grown and mourned him, unable to recognize your adult self, because he doesn't know you anymore.
i apologize for the people who followed me because I drew the ASL as cats and they got this instead HA
Time Capsule Au continues to plague my life, the complex situation of resurrection of one's sibling is making me FERAL i'm rattling at the bars of my enclosure you don't understand
also apologizes if i ever tag too much, its a habit from ao3 :P
Sorry if you wanted something from my store at some point in the future, but I’ve just been having too many machine problems and I don’t want to have to deal with it anymore 🩷
Thank you for all the orders I’ve received!!! My store will open again at some point. Hopefully when I don’t want to rip my hair out every time I want to use it.
(Aka I finally moved into a house, and got free will to decorate my walls!) And now, Whery art is immortalized here forever (or until we move again.) I have like four prints of the ASL hugging in some way, can you tell who my favorite characters are? (Don't mind the fact I have all the ASL as figures.)
There was,, a funny mishap where I ordered the winter ASL print and my friend, who wanted to surprise me, ordered the Sabo hug bundle! Both got packaged together and I've been so busy that I didn't have a chance until today to take the prints out, so my friend was stressed for eleven days wondering what happened to the hug bundle. It was me the entire time and I had no clue. It's like a comedy of a series of unfortunate events.
quite comical if you ask me LAKSJDFGKHL
anyhow these prints are amazing and super rad, I totally recommend them if they're ever back in the shop! I also bought an ASL hat sticker but I'm unsure where to put it as of yet...
tw// Creepy Imagery, Eyestrain, Death under the cut
Luffy can only have one brother at a time in canon, Sabo 'dies' and Ace sticks around, Ace actually dies and then Sabo comes back and sticks around, the three of them can't coexist on the same plane of existence.
Which lead me to make an au where Ace survived Marineford, except Sabo did die as a child.
until he gets resurrected by a devil fruit, much to Ace's horror.
I'm calling it the Time Capsule Au and boy oh boy do I have THOUGHTS and IDEAS for it, might post about it more later teehee
Don't examine this too closely, I'm kinda sick and doing commission work, so this was very last minute and kinda rushed, but I HAD to make birthday art of my favorite little guy, its a must!! (You can tell what edit I have stuck in my head)
Happy Birthday Luffy!!