Izou attributes his youthful appearance despite being 43 years old to a strict daily care regimen involving a special herbal paste that he wears on his face at night (along with cucumbers over his eyes as he sleeps) along with hair plugs, bathing twice a day, a weekly exfoliator to wash away dead skin, powdering his face, trimming and filing his nails, staying out of the sun as much as possible to ensure that his white skin doesn’t get sunburn or premature wrinkles, avoiding cold water when washing his hands, and always wearing gloves in winter to keep them warm and prevent them from becoming dry and cracked. Any deviation from this regimen causes him massive anxiety that he’ll rapidly age until he turns into a mummified husk.
Thatch has heard legends of the All Blue and often wonders if it really exists. He's been tempted to set sail on his own so he can discover it himself more than once, but he's become so attached to the crew and he doesn't want to abandon them. Sometimes while he’s cooking, he daydreams of all the culinary masterpieces he can create from the fish he catches in that sea.
Namur doesn’t mind having to retrieve devil fruit users on the crew when they fall overboard, but he gets sick of seeing them hanging on the edge of the ship and has to beg them to back up so they don't fall over and drown. He loves to go for long swims whenever the ship is docked, for exercise and a chance to explore, sometimes diving underwater and finding cool treasures to bring up to the surface. He's clumsy and ungainly on land, but when he's in the water he swims with incredible speed and grace. This makes him perfect for making sneak attacks and damaging enemy ships. One of his favorite pastimes is to challenge Jinbe to see who can swim the fastest. Namur wins every single time, much to Jinbe’s frustration.
Atmos likes to take naps on the deck when he’s not busy with commander duties. He'll just lie out on the middle of the deck, snoring as everyone else quietly sneaks past him to avoid waking him up, because they know how cranky Atmos can be when he's prematurely woken up from a nap. But Ace also likes to take naps, and sometimes he'll climb on Atmos' belly and instantly fall asleep using Atmos' long, thick beard as a blanket; it’s one of the cutest things ever, and the others are astonished that Ace can do this without waking Atmos up and provoking his ire.
Jiru is very practical and frugal compared to his crewmates, as a result of growing up in poverty as a child. He is primarily responsible for creating and managing a budget for food, material for ship repairs, medical supplies, clothes, and miscellaneous purchases. He is very strict about adhering to this budget, and when someone goes over that budget to buy expensive luxury items that he doesn’t think they need, he'll get very irate and lecture them on being spendthrifts. Izou is the biggest culprit because of all the cosmetics he buys to maintain his beauty regimen. Some of the crew members call him a cheapskate, but others admit that a budget is necessary in order to afford necessary items, especially food, because not only does Thatch have to feed hundreds of pirates on the Moby Dick, but he also has to account for Ace's bottomless stomach.
Blamenco has a tendency to pull the most random, incidental items out of his pockets; no one is sure why, including him. At one point, he pulled out a rubber ducky instead of his trusty barrel during a battle and would've been on the wrong end of a sword had Vista not intervened in time. Ace and Rakuyo find this hilarious and have taken advantage of it to store prank items and party favors for fun. It's come in handy when Blamenco is planning a prank, entertaining people during a party, or cheering someone up.
Curiel is a huge neat-freak who keeps his room very neat and organized, insists on doing his own laundry so he can fold his clothes neatly before putting them away, frequently dusts his surfaces, always finding a place to store his personal belongings that's easy to find. He gets very annoyed when someone goes into his room and takes his stuff without asking or putting it back where they found it; Rakuyo is by far the worst offender, because he tends to just go into Curiel's room and take something he needs and forget to bring it back. No one but him is allowed to organize his room or move his belongings.
Blenheim is secretly terrified of rodents, and he freezes up whenever he sees a mouse or rat scurrying around on the ship. Ace and Haruta think they're adorable and actually keep a few of them pets, which causes Blenheim immense anxiety and dread for weeks, even suffering a nightmare of mice and rats crawling all over him while he's chained down and unable to escape. While he doesn't express it out loud, he's secretly relieved when Ace and Haruta's pet mice escape from their cage and were never seen again. He does feel a little bad for Ace and Haruta because they were very attached to the little guys and cried for days afterwards.
The thing about (my hyper-specific Whitebeard Pirate headcanons) Blamenco's goddamn flesh pockets is that Ace grew up with Luffy's nightmarish uncanny valley rubber body so hammerspace skin pouch literally does not phase him
However, Ace thinks Blamenco being albino is cool as hell. He eagerly recounts the one (1) albino tiger he saw in the jungles back home and the weeks he spent tracking and hunting it to see if it tasted any different from a regular tiger.
Does not realize it sounds like he's implying he wants to kill and eat Blamenco to see if he tastes any different from a regular human but everybody overhearing the conversation is like A... Ace.
Worse is that Blamenco is a clown bastard at heart so he makes a joke about how at his size he'd be better fried in his own fat than roasted on a spit like Ace cooked the game back home, and Ace riffs back about a slow stew, and now they have a whole Cannibalism Bit going while everybody else takes a slow step away from them.
(Thatch, in tears: Do I not feed you enough???)
Blamenco is Delighted to find someone who matches his freak though. One day Marco turns a corner to find Blamenco crouched in front of Ace and one of Ace's legs jammed to the knee into one of his goddamn flesh pockets and Marco is immediately like No absolutely not vetoed and Blamenco's like I'M FINALLY GONNA FIND OUT WHAT'S IN THESE THINGS and Marco's like the entire reason everybody else has said No is because we have no idea what's in those things Ace get your leg out of his jaw and Ace is like buzzkill.
Later that day Ace is perched on a railing holding a fishing rod the end of which is in one of Blamenco's pockets and when someone asks Ace is cheerfully like we put a turkey leg on it and we're gonna see if anything bites : )
The person: What are you gonna do if something... does...?
Hello I hope you've been sleeping and eating well, may I request this? Whitebeard Pirates x Inosuke reader like he was the smallest and youngest among them, he gets into a lot of trouble
Inosuke was raised by boars his life and he has little to no human contact
Inosuke is influenced more and more by the Whitebeard pirates ways ways and becomes more accustomed to affection and generosity, learning to also acknowledge the strength of people besides himself and develop feelings of friendship towards the Whitebeard pirates , although he does still retain his proud nature and constant want for praise. He also begins to think more strategically when engaging in combat, using smarter tactics he has picked up from more experienced Demon Slayers and not just rushing into fights head-on without thinking, he goes mad when anyone tries to hurt his family, though despite being a troublemaker he can be shy and quiet whenever it comes to new things like Inosuke would hold Marco sleeve and watch in awe as a parade was happening
So how would the Whitebeard pirates react seeing their youngest and smallest crewmate being quiet for the first time like someone made a comment like "I wonder why would they allow a troublemaker boar into their crew?" And Inosuke started wondering that too and started being quiet as the Whitebeard pirates were behind him glaring at the bastard who made their youngest upset
Doubtful affections ( Whitebeard pirates x m!reader)
I don’t know how to feel about this one yall I really liked it at the beginning but then it was eh maybe I tried to hard using different characters I think that lowkey ruined it but nevertheless here we are I am proud that I finished dit today though! :)
Personification of Fossa was heavily inspired by @hannahbarberra162 ‘s own take on the character :)
Reader here has been replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika and @/fireflygraphics
“Why does it have to be boars anyway? We haven’t had sparrows in a while, and they are here by the plenty,” Ace whined as he followed after his brother.
“Cos’ the sparrows are here to control the caterpillar population, the villagers recently managed to get it under control and save their crops; boars are killin’ off their livestock,” Thatch huffed out, venturing further into the forest and away from the grasslands the village had made a home in
“We can get some good meat, and they will trade us materials if we help hunt them down; it’s a win-win for both sides.”
Ace let out a hum in response, looking further into the forest and placing an arm out to halt Thatch, gesturing for him to be quiet and lower himself on the ground.
Thatch is quick to understand the reasoning behind his actions as not far from there was a large sounder grazing on the wild vegetation. Letting out a smile as he unsheathed his knife and edged closer to them
“We goin’ to eat good tonight,” he grinned, stalking closer to the boars, knife raised and ready to strike; the opportunity ended as elated for the hunt he had failed to notice the foliage beneath his feet, cringing at the loud crinkling sound that quickly alerted the sounder.
“Ha...Howdy”
“Good going, Thatch,” Ace sarcastically called after they had managed to fend off the angry mothers that had charged at them the minute they realized someone had gotten too close to them and their piglets.
“Quit yer Hollerin; it ain’t matter how it got done. What matters is we got the meat,” he called, rolling his eyes and taking a glance at a nearby bush for a moment, his attention going back to the gathering of their hunt.
“Make yer’self useful and take care of the last one, think might be anotha piglet.”
“Aye, Aye, Captain,”” he called dismissively, igniting one of his hands as he approached the bush.
“Come here, piggy, piggy, come....here? Thatch you might want to take a look at this:”
“What is it? Oh.” The two men gawked at the sight in front of them; perhaps if they were not as worried at the fact that in front of them sat a toddler alone in the middle of the woods, they would have found it amusing at the mannerisms it showed as it let out what they guessed were small growls and charges towards them, a mask just as small as he was decorating his head.
Ace grinned gingerly. He picked up the aggressive child and boosted him up in the air for a few seconds. A laugh escaped him as the boy started giggling, his small hands trying to reach the man.
“Ya ain’t a boar, ain’tcha? What are ya doin’ all alone here?”” Thatch questioned, looking up at the giggling boy
“You don’t think he was being raised by one of the boars, do you?” Ace mulled lowering the toddler onto his hip, occasionally bouncing him
“Don’ see any other way he coulda survive alone out here” he mumbled, slipping off the boy’s mask to take a peak at his features.
“Well, it doesn’t matter cause he’s coming with us”” Ace laughed, but it was cut short as the child sank his teeth into his torso, gaining a hiss from the man.
“He’s gonna give Marco a run for his money.”” Thatch grinned, finding humor in his brother’s glowering
Thatch was definitely not wrong when he spoke those words as Marco stood in front of the child watching at his latest achievement; he had made a mistake in giving his back to a child who had been raised in the wild, and what did this cost him? A clinical bed, as the current one was now trashed, with small claw and bite marks littering it, springs and stuffing exposed to the frigid air of the room
Marco let out a sigh at the sight
“Alright, let’s set things straight; you do not destroy things,” Marco called, stopping the child from digging his teeth into the bed once again. He placed him on his lap, facing him, and held him as he struggled to get away from him and attack him.
“We can do this all day,”” he stated, looking down at the boy, who eventually stopped trying to headbutt his way out and began pointing to the bed.
“Don’t destroy my clinic,” he called sternly. He complied with his silent request and placed the child on the bed, watching him for a while to see if he would repeat his actions. He nodded when he didn’t and simply sat there staring at him. He then began assessing the child, taking all measurements, and, much to his displeasure, vaccinating him.
“There we go, you did great. Now I think it’s time you meet the rest of your brothers. Pops is waiting too.” he called, lowering the boy to the ground, his eyes softening as he gingerly took hold of his sleeve as they left the clinic, slowly walking closer to the deck, the rowdiness of the crowd getting louder and louder the closer they got
“You have improved greatly, Dokucha,” Vista applauded as he approached the small boy after he had successfully beaten his opponents under his brother’s watch.
A now older Dokucha spun around to meet his brother grinning at him
“You think so, Vista-nii?!” He called excitedly as he pulled up his mask and sheathed his wakizashi. Even though six years had already gone by since the day he had been found in that forest among boars, the young boy had kept his signature mask, having to replace it every year to fit his growing body.
“Your agility with the wakizashi has increased. Your movements are much smoother than last time, and your stance has improved as well. You no longer stumble on your feet when you must spin to meet opponents behind you,” he complimented, mirroring the child’s wide smile.
“Of course, I did a good job! I am the best after all!” he boasted as he put his hands on his hips in a proud manner.
“Remember to not underestimate your opponent regardless of their skill, or it will be your downfall on the battlefield,” He said as he placed a hand on the child’s head.
“I won’t, Vista-nii, don’t worry!”
“Now then, I must finish some training with my unit before we depart. Are you able to stock up on some of our supplies? We need new whetstones and truingstones"
“Leave it to me, Vista-nii!”
“Atta boy! I will see you shortly!” He called as he walked away
“Alright! I Saw a blacksmith right around the corner!” Dokucha noted as he made his way into the local village
“Here it is,” he remarked as he made his way inside the store, easily finding the items he was searching for and making his payment. Waving off the store owner as he made his exit, stopping as he heard the shop owner begin to talk, he turned around to see what the owner needed, only to once again be stopped as another voice spoke up.
“Who was that dear?”
“It was one of the Whitebeard pirates; he came to refill some of their smithing supplies.
He knew he was quick to jump into action; he had greatly improved this in the last years as he was less prone to suddenly lash out and act out on impulse. Under his brother’s tutelage, he now analyzed the situation and thought of a solution before his body moved. Much to Marco’s surprise and pleasure, the small boy had shown a great ability to strategize, coming up with strategies and views that never failed to impress him, much to his pleasure.
“Oh, was it one of the commanders? I heard Vista was around.”
“No, it was the boy,”
“That small child that tags along with them? I heard he was up to no good.”
Nevertheless, since he was still a child, it was only normal that many mannerisms he gained during his first two years of life still prevailed, which his brothers and father welcomed as they had grown to be a part of him. This, however, was not the case with people outside his circle; he was not deaf to the people’s words, the whispers of judgment following everywhere he went. He usually never let this get to him as he knew better than to care for stranger's words, but today was not one of those times.
“I wonder why they even keep such a boy.”
“I know, right? If anything, he would be a liability. That crew comprises such strong people, and then there’s him.”
“Maybe they felt bad for the boy, heard he was raised by boars. Can you believe that?” he said with a small laugh.
“Boars?! HA! I'm sure they keep him for entertainment. Their days at sea are very long after all.”
“Oh! That must be it I'm sure they...
Dokucha turned around, not waiting to hear the rest of the conversation, as he made his way back to the ship
“Have any of you seen Dokucha?” Namur questioned as he entered the mess hall, looking around for said boy
“He asked me for swimming lessons, and then the little rascal didn’t show up,” he grumbled, making his way to the table where the rest of the commanders sat at
“I asked him to get some materials from me, but I haven’t seen him since then,” Vista piped up
“I saw him go to his room earlier. Has he not left since then? It’s been hours since then,” Jozu noted, sharing a few worried glances with his brothers
“I will go check in on him,” Izou stated as he made his out of the mess hall
“Dokucha, are you there?” Izou called as he knocked on the door to his room, frowning as he received no response
‘He’s a light sleeper, so there’s no way he didn’t hear my knocking,’ he thought as he took a bobby pin out of his hair and easily unlocked the door, his frown deepening as his eyes fell on the lump on the bed.
“Dokucha?” He called sitting down on the bed
“The door was closed for a reason, Izou-nii,” the child grumbled, his voice muffled by the bed sheets. Despite this, the roughness and scratchiness of the voice was not lost to Izou as he swiftly removed the covers from the boy and pulled him closer to him.
“I have told you that it is unbecoming to not look as someone when you speak,” he called, tightening his hold as Dokucha tried pushing him away.
“Just leave Izou-nii,” he growled.
“I will not leave until you tell me what has had you acting this way.”
“Why do you even care? I’m just a form of entertainment for you guys, so you don’t have to pretend anymore, so...just leave me alone!” he cried.
Shocked by his words, Izou is quick to release him, watching as he broke down in front of him.
“Who told you this?”
“So it’s true!” he wailed, his cries growing louder as he turned away until a delicate hand made his place under his chin and softly turned it back.
“Dokucha. I do not know where you have heard of this, but know that it could not be farther from the truth,” he softly spoke as he lifted his face.
“We care for you deeply; we were all so happy the day Ace and Thatch brought you aboard. Trust me, living in a ship surrounded by such barbarians can become tiring after a while.” He started gaining a small giggle from the child at his words
“But then there was you; you were the most delicate yet wildest thing I had seen,” he voiced with a small smile.
“It was quite a sight, having a toddler run around amock and causing experienced warriors to lose their minds over such a small thing,” he recalled with a smile.
“It’s concerning how quickly you became the most precious treasure that any of us have found. And that is why I would like to know how you ever thought you were simply a means for entertainment,” he finished, looking down at Dokucha.
The child, comforted by the words, threw himself into Izou's arms, sobs racking his small body.
“Was it because of something we said or did? Despite not being as uncivilized as some of them, I understand some of us can be a lot,” he spoke as he hugged the boy closer to him, rubbing his back to soothe his cries.
“No, it wasn’t you guys.”
“Then?”
Encouraged by his words, Dokusha told him of what he had heard in the shop earlier. After a while, his brother smiled at him and encouraged him to relax for a while as he and the others 'handled it.’
“Say Fossa-nii, why did everyone leave?” Dokucha wondered as he looked up at the stars that filled the sky
“They had something that needed ta be handled,” he huffed out as he lay beside the boy.
“What is it?”
“What with the damn questions?! Just shut up n’ go to sleep,” the man growled, only getting a small snicker in response.
“I love you, Fossa-nii!” he exclaimed, throwing himself towards said man, hugging him tightly.
“Tch, yer lucky m' in a good mood,” he grunted out.
"Hey, hey, did you sneak any out today?" the child whispered, looking up at him
"Ya better not tell that idiot about this," he grumbled as he pulled out a small pastry from his pocket, handing it to the boy.
"I won't! Cause then I won't get any treats after hours!" he exclaimed, munching on the pastry and ignoring the snickers escaping his brother.
Ahhhh im tired yall but I finally finished it. What are we thinking?
Whitebeard pirates x Oc (can be read as gn reader)
AN:This was cross posted on ao3
Warnings: fluff, found family, people watching, injury mention, bad writing, short and sweet, no pronouns used
Anwir Le'crow whatches his family go about thier day from the crowsnest as he recovers from an injury
The wind blew gently against my back ruffling my hair slightly as I gaze over the horizon feeling the most relaxed I've been since arriving back on the Moby. Though that doesn't really mean much since as soon as I stepped foot on the ship I was rushed to the infirmary by Marco so he could heal my injuries.
I shake the thought from my head not wanting to dwell on that any longer as I move my eyes to look at the deck wanting to see if anything interesting was going on.
Thatch and Izou were playing cards together which made a warm feeling swell inside me. Izou has been overworking himself a lot more than usual lately so it's really nice to see him finally slowing down for a bit and relaxing by absolutely destroying thatch in a variety of different card games, primarily poker. The panicked look on Thatch's face makes me snicker softly and roll my eyes. Honestly I don’t get why he always bets berrie when playing Izou he always ends up losing it all.
I look over to the right of them and I'm caught slightly off guard by Ace practically crawling into one of Blamenco's pockets. Blamenco shoves everything and anything you can imagine in there and up until Ace joined I was one of the only people who was willing to try and see what's actually inside of them, and staring down at the odd sight I really can tell why it looks really weird from an outside perspective. Maybe that's why Marco banned me from doing it two years ago, not like I actually stopped… whatever it doesn't matter!
Deciding I was done looking at those two freaks, I started to scan the deck for something else to catch my eye and it didn't take long before I spotted Blenheim, Fossa and Jiru sitting in a half circle looking down at some papers that I assume are related the Marine base we just raided and that automatically made me lose all interest
Just left of those three Haruta was talking with Pops. It didn't seem to be about anything actually important from the snippets of Pop's side of the conversation I could make out. Mainly just about how everyone was doing and if there were any issues amongst the crew. Haruta took pride in knowing everything going on with everyone given he was the commander of the communications and intel division it really wasn't that surprising.
Not seeing anything else of interest on this side of the ship I turn around to see what's going on behind me.
Automatically my eyes landed on Rakuyo who was having a drinking contest with a bunch of our other brothers. I let out a huff of air and rolled my eyes. I already know Rakuyo is gonna win. He can drink almost everyone under the table and he already seems to have if the multiple people passed out with booze bottles in their hands mean anything.
Kingdew and Jozu were also watching the game unfold as they spoke to each other, nothing interesting there.
“Come on, there has to be something actually interesting going on” I whine to myself and start to pout slightly as I continue to scan the deck.
There really isn't anything else going on. Most others are off doing their duties around the ship hard at work to keep everything running. That is what I wish I was doing right now instead of sitting here watching everyone else. Not that i dont enjoy a good bit of people watching but I wanna do something actually productive right now but Marco wont let me and as much as i would love to fight him on that i know it would be stupid. I know I'm hurt and need to take it easy but that doesn't make it any easier!
But that's besides the point since there isn't anything interesting going on now i decide to just sit down on the ground of the crowsnest and stare at the sky watching as some birds fly by calling out to each other as they go. One of the birds has beautiful golden wings and my thoughts automatically go to Marco who, im just releasing wasnt up on the deck, at least not anywhere i could see him which was odd given now is usually the time of day he goes to bother Pops for his vitals.
Those thoughts are automatically put to rest though as i suddenly hear loud wing flaps as he suddenly appears in my sight when he perches on the edge of the crowsnest.
“Come on i have to change your bandages yoi” he says looking at me like im a deer whos about to dart away from him
I let out a groan and throw my head back dramatically and automatically reget it as my head smakes against the wall making me yelp. I shoot a glare at Marco as he lets out a laugh at my expense.
“Why don't you go bother Pops first?” i mumbled out as i rub the new bump on the back of my head
“Tate is doing that for me today so i can focus on you yoi” he says while getting off the edge and transforming out of his half phoenix form so he can reach down and pick me up by my armpits like a cat before dropping me down on my feet “Come on lets go don’t make me carry you”
“Yeah, yeah…” i say and i roll my eyes at him as he reaches over and ruffles my hair. I guess my people watching is done for now.
As this is still somewhat of a constant thought for me and as there is little to no canonical info about Whitebeard 16 divisions, and going off on how big the crew and Moby is, each division must have a role to help keep the ship running smoothly.
I can see maybe two divisions having the same role depending on what it is.
1st and 4th Division are the ones set in stone for me, it's the other divisions that I would like help with.
So what roles do people like to give to each of the divisions, cause I've seen different roles for same divisions and I want people input on on this.
I will update this until each division has role, so if you want to give your thoughts please do, it will help a lot.
A complete and totally accurate account of how much each individual of the WBP loves me (part 2).
This time with my OC Violet - aka me, but just way cooler.
Edward Newgate - 90%
Marco - 70%
Ace - 23%
Jozu - 4%
Thatch - 24%
Vista - 9%
Blamenco - 47%
Rakuyo - 53%
Namur - 73%
Blenheim - 24%
Curiel - 96%
Kingdew - 55%
Haruta - 55%
Atmos - 32%
Speed Jiru - 77%
Fossa - 60%
Izou - 45%
Somehow this one pissed me off, LOL
though I would agree that its accuracy is a little scary.
not sure why Ace hates Violet's ass so much, they're besties in my dreams.
Marco... ;) (I think he just tolerates the shit out of her cause she's in his division...but she's also a stubborn piece of shit and will wear you down until you like her...wait is this why ace hates her? Cause he does the same type of shit? omg, imagine. another baddie copying a baddie)
Papa Whitebeard is expected - Violet pisses him off a lot, but she gets doted on too much. He can't stay too mad at her for long.
