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@totalacehole
totalacehole: an independent, single-muse, selective portrayal of oda eiichiro's character portgas d. ace from one piece. will mostly be canon-based, with headcanons added sparingly. 18+; i refuse to interact with minors or personal accounts. this is strictly a roleplay account. ignited by vaan [they/them; 21+] mutuals only.
est. 01.28.25
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“thank you for loving me.”
(i headcanon my ace as sounding more like furukawa toshio, though he does have a slight drawl.)
A sound of indignant protest escapes as his hat is pressed back down, obscuring his vision a little, but the grin remains in place, his defiant joy in the face of company he loves to be in. He readjusts it quickly, laughing as he sees Ace showing off yet unable to keep the pride from his gaze. That's my brother, he thinks as he watches his crew look on in awe to varying levels, his hands finding their way to his hips and resting upon them. "I'm no hypocrite!" Luffy's chest puffs up at the suggestion, yet there is no hurt in his tone, only the indignation of a younger sibling, response perhaps a little more rapid than comprehension of the statement.
"You gonna keep showing off, or are you gonna fight me?" he sniffs, reaching out the grasp for Ace's hand, unafraid of the flames that licked at the skin, knowing that Ace would never burn him without intent and certainly not while posturing with his abilities. "S'not like your flames are gonna help you win an arm wrestle either unless you're planning on cheating." An impish lilt appears in his voice, chuckle following, as his fingers curl tightly around Ace's own.
"Dadan's rules or Sabo's?" Sly moves are permitted or fair play only? He ignores the ache that comes in his chest as he says the latter name, the hitch in his voice almost imperceptible as it rolls from his tongue. He tries not to linger on it, instead looking into Ace's eyes with the same ferocious determination he sees glinting there, the same will they both carry to keep charging forwards. "Either way, you're gonna see how much stronger I've become!"
Ace’s fingers locked tight around Luffy’s smaller hand, the familiar grip sending a jolt straight through his chest, half nostalgia, half something fiercer. The kid’s palm was warm, calloused from years of fighting, nothing like the sticky, snot-covered paws that used to latch onto his sleeve back in the mountains. It made the corner of Ace’s mouth twitch even as he schooled his face into something smug and unimpressed.
“Dadan’s rules,” he answered without hesitation, voice low but carrying that lazy drawl of his. “Sabo would’ve cried foul the second you tried to stretch, and we both know you’re a dirty cheater when you’re losin’.”
A flicker of pain crossed Luffy’s eyes at the name; gone as fast as it came, but Ace caught it. He always noticed that stuff with Luffy, even when the rubber idiot tried to hide behind that stupid grin. Ace’s own throat tightened for half a heartbeat. He shoved it down. Not now. Not when Luffy was looking at him like that, like Ace was still the strongest person in the world and beating his hero of sorts would be the greatest honor.
“Yeah, yeah,” he playfully retorted in a sardonic tone, “like hell would I need to resort to cheatin’ when it comes to showing my baby brother how it’s done.”
He leaned in, forearm flexing, the faint crackle of flame dancing over his knuckles before retreating. No heat. He’d never burn Luffy. Not even to win.
“...Sheesh, enough with the shit talk. On three,” Ace said, eyes narrowing, grin sharpening into something almost predatory. “One–” Digits curling almost expectantly, Luffy’s grip tightened like a vice around his.
“Two–” The table beneath their elbows groaned.
“Three.” Ace pushed down immediately. Hard.
tfw you think you're in your drafts and see a thread you just reblogged, so you delete it and realize you deleted it from the blog itself...
Zoro watched Ace go lower and lower with each bow, amusement winding its way through his veins further with each one. The man really was a menace, he could see where Luffy had gotten it from. That said, Zoro didn't think he needed to be thanked for taking care of his captain – he loved Luffy even when he wanted to toss the idiot overboard.
"Don't need to thank me," he answered finally, shrugging a shoulder. "He's my captain. You'd do the same for yours, right?" Whitebeard wasn't completely insane like Luffy, or kind of an idiot so he suspected Ace had never needed to but if he had he probably would have.
"He always like this then?" Unsurprising and about what he'd expected. The idea of him ever being anything else was really hard to imagine. But now that he had a first hand source of what sort of crap Luffy got up to as a kid? Gold mine.
"What's the weirdest thing he ever did?"
“Weirdest, huh?” Ace lowly echoed, tone slipping into the fond, half-exasperated cadence he only ever used for his brothers. “Luffy couldn’t have been more than seven,” he started, grin going crooked. “Decided he wanted to ‘befriend’ a tiger. Y’know, those giant striped bastards with fangs longer than your arm?” Ace snorted, shaking his head.
“So what does the little lunatic do? Ties a slab of raw meat around his neck like a necklace, marches straight into the tiger’s territory, and starts yelling at the top of his lungs: ‘OI, STRIPY! I’M GONNA MAKE YOU MY LITTLE BROTHER!’”
Ace’s shoulders shook with silent laughter, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Tiger didn’t attack him again after that. Just…followed him home. Luffy named it ‘Mister Stripes’ and tried to keep it like a housecat. Dadan almost burned the hideout down when it chased the bandits around for fun. Took me and Sabo both to convince the damn beast Luffy wasn’t its cub.”
He leaned his hip against the railing, folding his arms again, gaze drifting out over the dark sea like he could somehow find Sabo out there if he looked hard enough.
“...That’s Luffy, though. He looks at somethin’ dangerous and decides it’s his friend now. Or his brother. Or his crew.” Ace’s voice dropped, quieter. “Doesn’t ever occur to him that the world might not love him back the way he loves it.”
@totalacehole —
' i thought you said you knew your way around? ' he curses, hands wet from the sudden downpour they found themselves in, struggling to light the end of his cigarette. giving up, the cigarette remains between his lips as he takes a look at their surroundings; an endless expanse of abandoned buildings lined by equally endless forests. great.
' somehow, i think we may have taken a wrong turn. '
To someone who had the ability to generate fire, water was his worst enemy. Sure, his devil fruit wasn't affected by the rain, but it was still annoying. Ebony strands limply framed his freckled cheeks, and every exposed part of him was drenched and unpleasantly cold, yet, Ace was nothing if not amused at how bothered his companion was as they aimlessly roamed this expansive forest. And that it was solely his fault.
“I do know my way around. Just not this particular nowhere.”
Sauntering alongside Sanji with his palms in his soggy black shorts, the commander appeared as if they were taking a stroll in the park as a small chuckle escaped his upturned lips as he used his devil fruit to evaporate the rain off his lanky frame.
“...Clearly, you've forgotten who you're speaking to,” Ace smirked as he raised his index finger, the tip sparking a vivid orange. A small flame danced above his palms–steady, warm, almost cheerful against the gloom as he leaned over to slyly light the cigarette.
“Unless you’d rather keep sulkin’ with a wet stick in your mouth.”
today is looking to be an ace day, so i'm gonna catch up on threads here first, then switch over to shanks 'cause there's a shitton i owe there.
He is just going to stare at Ace from the corner of the room.
Freckled features contort as he tilted his head at the legendary swordsman. The closest thing to a sword Ace had wielded was that rusty pipe from his childhood, but with his devil fruit powers, he’s become more of a hands-on kinda guy in recent years.
Yet, even he’s not one to turn down a full table that seems heaving with grub. Combat boots swiftly turn as he sprinted towards the table, plopping down and picked up a drumstick as he sank his teeth to chow down as he motioned Mihawk over.
“...Hey there! This food is damn good.”
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bonus:
Seeing this flashback in the Manga is a trip cuz you look at young Roger and he is legit the SPITTING image of Ace. No way in hell no one knew who Ace was, especially if they'd known Roger, they took one look at that rookie and just
"oh gosh golly I wonder who his father is" and they look like this side by side
Like be so for real, everyone knew.
Also Roger's final move against Rocks being called God of Fire: Ace.
Something something his son becoming the manifestation of his strongest attack anyway BYE.
In fact now that I’m thinking of it both Roger's SWORD and one of his attacks were literally named FUCKING ACE.
BRO WAS NOT SUBTLE WHEN HE HAD A KID, EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER KNEW ACE WAS ROGER'S SON.
The Going Merry’s deck was quiet for once, just the soft creak of wood and the distant splash of sea creatures minding their own business. Ace leaned against the railing, arms folded, watching Zoro wipe down his swords after training. Luffy was finally asleep below deck (miracle of miracles), stuffed full of meat and snoring like a grumbling bear akin to the ones they used to hunt and later skin for sustenance in the wilderness.
“...Pardon me, swordsman.”
Ace pushed off the rail and stopped in front of him, dropped his arms, and (without any warning) bowed ninety degrees. Here goes nothing. Ahem.
“Thank you for looking after Luffy.”
Ace straightened, then bowed again, deeper this time with his hands by his sides.
“Thank you for dragging him out of the ocean the many times his pea-brain decided he could swim. He’s heavier than he looks, as I recall.”
Third bow. Ace’s forehead comically nearly kissed the deck.
“Thank you for not letting him starve when the cook ran outta meat ’cause his hopeless captain inhaled it all (even though ya just threw him onigiri like he was a stray cat).”
Fourth bow, somehow even lower, cowboy hat tipping forward.
“Thank you for cuttin’ down anyone who tried to hurt him. As impulsive as Luff’ can get, I owe ya for every single one of those bastards.”
Fifth bow. Ace practically folded himself in half, husky voice cracking with laughter he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“And thank you for putting up with his rubber-brained nonsense every single second of every single day. Trust me, I know it’s a full-time job.”
He stayed bowed for a second, shoulders shaking before he popped back upright, grin wide and sunny as he saluted the green-haired first mate, lazy tendrils of fire surfacing at his fingertips before he abruptly extinguished them with a sheepish chuckle.
repeat after me: i fucking love writing ace's devil fruit powers.
(i know that i have this strange tendency in my writing.)
depending on the muse, i sometimes abbreviate words or use more slang when writing out dialogue, even the extent of profanity is painstakingly considered whenever i decide on a muse.
take shanks and ace, for instance.
i personally headcanon ace speaking in a bit of a drawl and given the fact that he was raised in the jungle of mt. colubo, his words are more direct and rougher to reflect the wild manner in which he was raised. growing up with dadan and the bandits surely didn't help him when it came to literacy or even basic manners. sure, makino helped him with that as he got a little older, and while he can certainly talk proper and respectful, his tongue is so used to using slang or cussing that it all comes out naturally for him.
shanks, on the other hand, is very purposeful and chooses his words carefully, whether he's serious or playful. every utterance has been considered and he's all about the intent, or how his words will either sway or influence the other party.
vulgarity is practically nonexistent (whether due to his background or if he chose how he wanted to present himself is up for debate). given that he was taken in and raised by roger's crew, i could see how he was more casual as a young lad before realizing the importance of presentation, with regards to words and expression after roger's execution and how it shaped the man he would later become.
There's something thrilling about having Ace on his ship that makes the grin on his face a permanent feature. The joy radiating from him as intense as the sun itself. He brags of strength and of his steps towards his dreams, audacious and unapologetic, yet still brims with warmth at seeing the menace he grew up with, the big brother he idolises being able to witness who he is becoming. The snacks and drink flow easily with a few words to Sanji, and the spirits rise as he manages to squeeze in stories of exploits both past and present to his sworn brother and the lingering crew still wrapping their heads around this connection.
His eyes glimmer as he meets Ace's smirk with a fierce edge to his smile, bold and brave, tipping his straw hat upwards before laying his elbow upon the table. The arm wrestle is inevitable; the challenge never far from their heels, that drive to oppose and surpass, to learn and grow always nipping at their heels.
"No crying when I beat you, got it? I'll make you admit that I'm the one who'll be King of the Pirates, you watch! Then you'll see I'm being honest, Ace!" He laughs after, despite the vigor in his statement. While he's determined to win, he finds that no matter the outcome as long as he's come further than the last time they met in challenge, he'll be glad to see. Ace has always been a benchmark, a target, the role model he one day wishes to overtake, has to overtake before he can face Shanks. And he'll do it, he can feel it in his gut, but he can also be proud of how strong his brother has become from that scrawny brat he was.
"Ready when you are, Ace!"
“...Says the crybaby himself,” Ace quipped back just as easily, the grin now lopsided as sharp canines briefly flashed as he pressed down on that straw hat, grip releasing as he teasingly huffed out. Thumb hovering over his own cowboy hat, flames licked at the edges where his pointer finger was poised atop the brim of the hat as he allowed the flickering embers to surface before dissipating as he finally rose before sauntering over towards the pirate captain with all the swagger that solely an elder brother could manage. “If that ain’t the pot callin’ the kettle black. Does being the so-called pirate king make ya a hypocrite?”
His damn father sure was a filthy hypocrite; all he cared about was chasing fame and fortune, leaving his degenerate of a son to rot with the demon blood coursing through him in the aftermath of his public execution.
Somehow, I couldn’t picture Luffy as anything resembling Gol D. Roger, he mused with a wry sense of relief. He was as bright and powerful as the sun, and Ace selfishly wanted to see how far those rays would go when it came to attaining his dream of becoming the most powerful pirate in his quest for the One Piece.
Unable to resist showing off, Ace allowed the earlier flames to trail down his lanky shoulders as his cocky gait landed him across the table where Luffy was seated before unceremoniously sliding across, elbow now propped up with his outstretched palm extended as he allowed Luffy to start them off. “That stretchy power of yours won’t help you now, Luff’. I might have to tell that cook of yours to prepare some extra meat to ease the pain once I kick your ass.”
“...Someone told me you were runnin’ low, so I figured I’d bring ya some.”
He’s totally lying, in all honesty. It’s the only excuse Ace could come up with after having woken up in the midst of yet another of his narcoleptic instances where he’d predictably faceplanted into his food. His grogginess had allowed him to sluggishly register the bag of dates on the counter by his head, and well, here he is.
As proud as can be as, the pirate presented the stolen contents with a flourish, stupid grin already perched on his speckled features as he pleasantly regarded Neela.
