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joyboy who yearns for freedom set out to sea thinking it'll be so much fun, only to meet different creatures getting mistreated and enslaved:
Woe,
Tontatta Headcanons!!! (Hope ya don’t mind)
“Pigya” is the sound of the air in their bodies being forcefully pushed out, that’s why when you squeeze one hard enough they make that sound.
Tontatta Tribe Weddings Consist of the Groom and His Groomsmen growing a beautiful and luscious garden for the venue, while the Bride and Her Bridesmaids procure the food either by fishing/hunting or cooking veggies and fruits.
The average height for a Tontatta male is about 5 inches while the female is usually about 4&1/2 inches.
Tontatta show affection to friends with something called a “fairy kiss” and it’s when 2 of them rub their noses counterclockwise on each other, Married Dwarfs or Lovers rotate clockwise.
Tontatta have very dense muscles and bones even from birth, which it’s how they can lift and crack things several hundred times their size (like buildings). These also make them heavier than they seem (but not too much heavier).
Tontattas are the fastest land dwelling bipedal race in OP. (without excess training and not counting minks as their speed varies from species to species)
Tontatta are such good agriculturalists because their entire culture revolves around them using plant life and nature to their advantage
The Tontatta’s long noses are in fact a dominant gene but mutations can occur so that they aren’t as long (as seen above).
Tontatta are actually much more sturdy than they appear and can handle rough weather conditions with relative ease, as long as they’re smart enough to know what to do
An average Tontatta’s strength can rival an average 90 year old Giant’s.
Tontatta culture also heavily focuses on keeping their tails nice and clean above most other things (including themselves).
Tontatta lay traps in the forest and mark them with rocks, people who step in these “Fay Traps” get pulled up into the canopy by ropes
Dino once again providing a veritable worldbuilding buffet!! Tontattas don't get nearly as much attention as fishmen and merfolk so these are all very appreciated!!
I smiled when reading the one about the nose-nuzzling because it instantly brought back memories of Sol's frazzled near-self-immolation when she and Rein nuzzled. 🥰🥰
No wonder Sol was able to throw giants around like lawn darts, she's in the exact same muscle density class as them. She doesn't know it yet, but Sol's probably got a zushindodo somewhere in her family tree. Maybe she found some of their old books or belongings which sparked her love of Elbaf?
Adore how you were able to incorporate fairy rings into this while giving them their own specific Tontatta flare. Literally, some of the mushrooms they set the trap in have flammable spores. One misstep and bam! You got roast boar. Or roast people, it makes for a lovely centerpiece.
my little one piece self insert, I'm a tontatta!
i am 100% sure this is exactly what happened in dressrosa
Moments of Fear - Chapter 4
read on ao3!
Colors - Leo
There is a god hanging above Leo’s head. He is feathered, and bloodied, and dangerous, for only the briefest of seconds, but when the god lifts his head all Leo can see is colors.
Weaving, in an out, looking farther than Leo has ever seen. Colors that stare into his soul, colors that pierce his heart, colors that kill.
Doflamingo, the tyrant lord, proclaims this creature as god. Leo, watching as the man flickers back into his skin and claws his way to victory, watching as the man is feathered and flesh and legends made real, watching as something like hell tamed saves them, cannot see why he is wrong.
(No one else could see it, no one else could see the threads that wove legends together as Leo could with his fruit, and so Leo keeps his mouth quiet about the dark, and sings praises with the rest.
Usoland - Usopp, as the other call him, lies.
Leo doesn’t think he will lie to them, not when his legends create truth and everyone word that spills from his mouth is true, if woven into a reality not this one.
He doesn’t know why, but Usopp blinks, long and slow at Leo, and Leo learns not to question it, no the fear inside his chest.)
A demon-god had saved Dressrossa.
Leo wonders if he will damn the world.