Jan 4, 2025
I wouldn't be surprised if we never saw Saint Jalmack again.
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I wouldn't be surprised if we never saw Saint Jalmack again.
Dragon when molting season, shedding season, shearing season, nesting season, breeding season, AND the full moon all overlap:
Crocodile needs to bolt his office door shut with sea prism stone because anything else isn't going to stop the patchy ball of feathers and hormones that is his husband from pawing under the door like a giant cat before rhino crashing into the room and scrabbling for his Wani, scattering feathers all over the floor as his claws skitter frantically on the wood.
Dragon needs his Wani. He needs his Wani to pet him and tell him he's a good boy now! He needs his Wani to chide him for being such a needy thing NOW! He needs his Wani to turn him into an egg-stuffed turkey vulture NOWNOWNOW!!!
The hilarity of Dragon having to explain to his parents that apparently the Amaru fruit has made it to where he can have a clutch of eggs, and that there’s going to be a grandchild (Plover) in at least one of them.
Because nothing is impossible coming from a family this unhinged.
Firstly, he had to calm them down. This new era of peace they’d won had made Dragon ever so slightly forgetful of the fact every other time he’d approached his parents with news it had gone…less than happily so to speak.
So when he arrived at the Elbafian residence to them tense and worried it threw him for a loop. It took him a solid twenty minutes to convince them no trouble looked over the horizon which was pretty good given his track record. Afterwards he was able to launch into his semi- rehearsed speech. He let the information sit with them, ready to answer their no doubt burning questions—
“So what do ya do with the non-grandkid eggs? You gonna eat em or something?”
Leave it to his Tayta to remind Dragon that there will always be someone throwing a curveball he won’t see coming. He could feel his brain buffering as he turned the question over in his mind. Obviously the number he'll end up having isn’t known and not all the eggs would carry a child in them but he hadn’t exactly considered what was to be done with the rest of them…he certainly wasn’t going to eat them but something would have to be done right?
Urpi swatted Garp on the arm (and was met with a small “I’m just asking!”) before embracing Dragon in a stupor-breaking hug and congratulating him on his egg laying, genuine warmth in her tone despite the slightly confused but ultimately accepting look in her eyes.
The rest of the visit went smoothly even if Garp keep making comments about him “becoming even more of a mother hen now” and “if he need any sticks for the nest to just let his old man now!”
Hebi Hebi no Mi, Model: Amaru
full nsft under the cut
As Above, So Below
Old Man Sexualized Successfully
Big fan of the idea of post canon Dragon writing to cope and ending up as quite the prolific author.
There are the memoirs of the war and everything that led up to it that he penned in secret over the years. He’s halfway through a dissertation on the plausible evolutionary link between the den den mushi and the dial mollusks of the White Sea. He’s helped draft several foundational laws and articles of legislation since the deposition of the Nerona Regime. He’s got his fingers on the pulse of the public forums when it comes to sociopolitical commentaries and philosophical debates. He’s got a surprising knack for various forms of creative writing. The autobiography is ongoing, and will most likely be posthumously released as is. He’s working with his mother and the storytellers of the Shandia to immortalize their oral traditions. He and Robin are flying with the Sennenryu to try and uncover some of the mysteries of the Void Century from their songs. He’s sneaking the occasional sappy and/or saucy love letter to a certain someone in the New World. He’s keeping a journal as per his therapist’s suggestion.
He’s just. Doing a lot of writing. He’s gonna give himself carpal tunnel syndrome.