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@youcancallmepapi
youcancallmepapi: an independent, single-muse, selective portrayal of oda eiichiro's character shanks 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. spoiled by vaan [they/them; 21+] mutuals only.
est. 02.13.25
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"Kuhahahaha! If I wanted Doflamingo, I'd simply ask and he'd come runnin'. That's not much of a bargaining chip, friend. I offer ol' Hawkeyes an equal opportunity partnership! No strings attached! If he wanted to leave, he would."
“'‘Equal opportunity partnership’? That’s adorable, Crocodile. You almost sound civilized. Doflamingo wasn’t enough, huh? Figures. The bastard always plays the part of being in charge, but he’s a professional bootlicker, especially if the one on the throne is as dangerously unhinged as he is. Exactly your type, isn’t he?”
“...But Hawkeyes? Nah. He’s not the type to join anyone’s crew or ‘partnership.’ He barely tolerates me, and we’ve been crossing blades for years. He does what he wants, when he wants. That’s why he’s Hawkeyes.”
A soft snort left him, Shanks flashed a devastating smirk as he tipped his bottle to chug down more sake. Hopeless man he is, likely thinks he’s the epitome of suave.
“Anything else you wanna whine about, handsome?”
enchanting vertigo dance.
after binging the entirety s2 of the live action this fine morning, i have so many thoughts.
Crocodile, you old sandbag.
As for Hawkeyes… tell you what, I’ll make you a generous offer. I’ll trade you Doflamingo for him. You get yourself a fancy flamingo who loves licking the boots (and other places) of anyone stronger than him. Perfect match for you, right? We all know how much you enjoy pirates who kiss the ass ground you walk on.
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...Careful, Hawkeyes. Don't make promises you can't keep. Keep calling yourself that and I might start spoiling you.
And we all know you won't appreciate it, spoilsport that you are.
what made u guys pick ur url's !
"No way! Not you, go away!" With petulant word spoken in vehement protest, Buggy puffs up, his physicality embodying his stance in the argument in manner much akin to that he used when they were boys, squabbling on the deck over the latest fact discrepancy they'd come across or their individual prowess until Rayleigh knocked some sense into them. His lips press together in an exaggerated frown and notably he detaches his head so it might float up a few extra centimetres to let himself loom over the ridiculous redhead. "I still haven't forgiven you for that broken promise of a map after being conned into your errands! You owe me a treasure map!"
He hardly cares that Marineford wasn't really the time mostly because in that moment he was back in Loguetown hearing the words spill from the other's lips. Watching his dream of seeing Shanks follow in Roger's footsteps in the way he watched the redhead toss aside the crown as if it were meaningless, abandoning their dreams for plans of his own, committing the betrayal that has stung in his heart since. Back then he would have been content to take the world with Shanks, it had been all he wanted. Now he cannot bear the idea of sharing space for too long for it still aches.
"And what's all this I hear about you going after the One Piece? You had your chance! You can't just change your mind now it suits you better!" He risks a look downwards, meeting crimson hues with a glare that seems more pained than angry as though there is a question that plagues him he does not want to know the answer to. One that has sat under his skin for years. Did you only not want it because you didn't want to share it with me?
He can't ask, the answer might break him if it's true. Best to just keep far away from the other. "Go back to your territories and keep out of mine or I'll make you regret it!"
The sea breeze tugged at his cloak, but his easy grin remained unshaken, even as Buggy’s detached head floated inches above him, puffing up with all the theatrical indignation of their boyhood days. The sight was somewhat nostalgic; Buggy’s exaggerated scowl, the way that red nose of his crinkled in that familiar mix of petulance and pride. For a moment, Shanks could almost hear the creak of the Oro Jackson’s deck beneath their feet, the echo of their childish arguments over who’d be the better pirate, until Rayleigh’s stern voice or a swift knock would settle it.
But this wasn’t the past. Buggy’s words cut deeper now, laced with a bitterness that hadn’t been there when they were kids dreaming of treasure and glory. The accusation about the broken promise–the map–stung, not because it was untrue, but because it was a wound he hadn’t meant to inflict. He’d been careless back then, caught up in his own whirlwind of ambition and grief after Roger’s execution. He hadn’t thought Buggy would hold onto it this long, but then again, Buggy always did hold grudges like treasures, polishing them until they gleamed.
“...You’re still mad about that map, huh?” Shanks’ voice is light, teasing, yet, his eyes sharply catch the flicker of pain in Buggy’s glare, ignoring the inexplicable pang in his chest. He tilted his head, scratching at the stubble on his jaw with his good hand, the other arm’s absence a quiet reminder of sacrifices made and the price paid to save Luffy.
He's bet it on the future; but was it another instance of him being selfish? “I didn’t con you, Buggy. You just got swept up in the adventure. Thought you’d enjoy the ride.”
The jab about the One Piece, though–that landed heavier. Shanks’ grin faltered, just for a split second, before he caught it and propped it back up like a shield. Buggy’s words carried the weight of Loguetown, of that rainy day when Shanks had stood on the execution platform’s shadow and turned away from the path they’d once sworn to walk together. He hadn’t abandoned the dream, not really. But Buggy couldn’t see that...wouldn’t see it. To Buggy, it was betrayal, plain and simple. Shanks had chosen a different road, one that didn’t include his old friend, and the guilt of that choice had lingered in the back of his mind for years, a quiet ache he drowned in sake and laughter.
“I didn’t change my mind because it ‘suited me,’” Shanks said, his tone quieter now, almost gentle, though he kept his posture loose, nonthreatening. He met Buggy’s glare, those crimson hues locking onto the clown’s pained expression. There was a question there, unspoken but heavy, and Shanks felt it like a blade hovering over his heart. Did you only not want it because you didn’t want to share it with me? He couldn’t hear the words, but he knew Buggy well enough to sense the shape of them. Even before, Shanks had always been the one to naturally read Buggy’s heart, while the clown tried to hide it behind bluster and bravado.
He wanted to answer, to say something to ease him, but the words caught in his throat.
“–Buggy,” Shanks said, his voice low, almost a plea. “The One Piece isn’t about me taking it for myself. It’s bigger than that. You know it is.” He took a step closer, ignoring the way Buggy’s head bobbed higher, as if to maintain the distance between them. “And you’re out there chasing it too, aren’t you? Don’t act like you’re not. From becoming a yonko, to your involvement with the Cross Guild, with your flashy shows and big plans. You’re still the same Buggy who’d steal the spotlight and half the treasure if I let you.”
He flashed a grin, hoping to coax a crack in Buggy’s defenses. A beat passed. Shanks deeply sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not here to step on your turf, you know. I just wanted to see you. Been too long.” The admission slipped out before he could stop it, raw and unguarded. He meant it, though. Despite everything, the fights, the years, the broken promises, he missed Buggy.
Buggy’s threat hung in the air, sharp and brittle, but Shanks didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse than Buggy’s wrath, though the thought of fighting his old friend left a sour taste in his mouth. “You want me to regret it?” he said, his grin returning, softer this time. “Come on, Buggy. You know I’m too stubborn for that. But if you want a fight, I’ll give you one, just like old times.”
He stepped back, giving Buggy space, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. Not a threat, just a habit. His eyes stayed on Buggy’s, searching for something, anything, that might bridge the gap between them. He didn’t want to leave things like this, but he knew Buggy. Knew the clown would rather storm off in a huff than admit he was hurting.
inwardly panics–
fuck, i forgot what shade of red i used to use for replies.
Shanks and Buggy humanise each other
They are truly each other's best part, if only for the sake of character development.
Buggy originally comes off as this annoying, one-dimensional villain that Luffy gets to beat up and move past. He acts like a stereotypical pirate, and his introduction (seemingly) being about him holding a grudge because he lost a treasure map only adds to this.
It seems like what he wants is to be a great pirate with lots of riches, with a crew that fears and obeys him. It sounds cliche and it's because it is. Buggy is trying to flashy and dramatic, and so he falls into becoming like any kind of storybook pirate, one who wants fame and riches by any means neccessary.
Even moving past it, if we look into his other appearances, we only find more things to support this idea. He acts selfish and lies to get what he wants. He has poor foresight and even when he tries to play it cautious, it somehow blows up in his face.
The only things about him that allows him to make it this far is luck and charisma, with him landing into situations where he's able to make people follow him and worship him blindly.
He plays into the trope of a recurring small-time villain that continues to be a nuisance, never actually gotten rid of until the end. Maybe to the point that it gets annoying, because there doesn't seem to be a point to him being there.
Shanks also has the issue where he stepped into the role of a 'mentor' for Luffy. Though, calling him a 'rolemodel' or 'inspiration' for him, would be more accurate. He doesn't really teach Luffy much but he acts as the catalyst to Luffy becoming a pirate, with the hat he gave Luffy becoming his main identifier.
But after that first appearance, we barely see him. The times we see him are short and often very vague on his part, with the conversation coming off as cryptic to anyone who doesn't know what exactly is happening (which is most of the time, dammit shanks).
This does establish Shanks as a man with a lot of 'aura'. The most notable moment of this is when he makes multiple people faint when he just steps onto whitebeards ship, his haki being that powerful. He doesn't need to unsheath his sword to accomplish this. He didn't even need to make eye contact.
Then there is also how he seems to know more that what is already revealed in the story so far, seeming as though he has a plan that he has been preparing for, and waiting patiently for the time to enact it. His followers trust him implicitly, and even other powerful figures hold respect.
Altogether, he's meant to be a powerful, mysterious and important man, to the point that he can stop a war with his mere presence. But this reduces him to a figure rather than an actual character. He symbolises more things than actual showing character for the audience to see.
In both of their cases, there play into a trope that is a bit cliche and very one-dimensional. They don't exactly feel whole enough to care about.
That is, until you add in their relationship. Suddenly they have a lot more depth to their character.
They were both cabin boys who grew up on the Oro Jackson, acting like typical boy who were rowdy and constantly fighting each other. Despite this, they were also clearly friends, who would sneak alcohol and have long talks about their goals and dreams.
Buggy's greed and desire for fame is built off of living in the shadow of his childhood friend. He didn't always chase his dream and was willing to step back to let Shanks be the one to take charge of their dream to find the One Piece. Shanks stepping back and saying he wasn't going to chase it just yet, was enough for Buggy's dream to crumble, and he places this blame onto Shank's shoulder.
He stuck in the East Blue because he had such a strong inferiority complex that, combined with his own pride, refused to kept him even try to venture into the Grand Line until a boy with the same hat that his childhood friend had made him 'mad enough' to go there.
Shanks on the other hand, didn't aim for fame or glory at his heart. When they were kids, he tells Buggy that he just wants to go around and see the world. A simple dream, that doesn't need to money nor fame to achieve. (Though power is likely needed)
When we see him again in Elbaf, he says that when he was younger, all he wanted to be was carefree pirates with Buggy. Once again, its a dream that doesn't need money or fame or even power to achieve. It's simple, it’s peaceful and it's carefree.
But he also bore the weight of the world's destiny on his shoulders, and had to give uo that dream to fulfill his own 'role' in this destiny. He was a child of destiny, after all. He didn't have a choice.
He grew into the habit of just...sacrificing. He would give up so much for the people he cared about, and left behind dreams for the sake of the world. There was little room for what he wanted, not when he was a key part in the future.
Even so, Buggy was reason enough to give up on the chance to see the One Piece, choosing to stay back and take care of Buggy instead. He didn't even hesitate for a second, saying that they go there when they have their own ship.
He still asks Buggy to come with him after Roger's execution. He still takes the chance of straying away from the path of destiny, and follow that dream of being carefree, maybe even abandoning his 'duty' as a child of destiny.
He was, unlike Buggy, extremely selfless. But when it comes to Buggy, we get to see the parts of him that yearn and want. The parts which are childish and emotional.
It's easy to point out how their dreams directly contradict each other while still involving the other to an extent.
Buggy wanted to become great pirates and be rivals with Shanks, and adjusted that dream to just following him into greatness. But he didn't have the power to achieve it, like Shanks.
Shanks wanted to become carefree pirates with Buggy, sail on their ships and see the world. But he wasn't selfish enough to do it, unlike Buggy.
They just parallel, contradict and compliment each other, all at the same time.
first order of business: i'm gonna do all the shit.
inbox, drafts, unanswered threads, if i owe it, then you name it.
gonna go absolutely ham and answer 'em all within the next couple of days. then, if anyone's down, i might hit up some people.
it's times like listening to red velvet's psycho at 3:27am in the morning that i question my life choices.
and wonder if i am indeed, a psycho.
@drculeeyed Shamrock adjusted the lace at his cuff, the motion precise, almost delicate, as though the silk might bruise if handled too roughly. He did not look up when the doors opened; he didn’t need to. Only one man walked like the world owed him silence.
“...Sir Mihawk,” Shamrock said, letting the title linger enough to remind them both it was honorary at best. “Do come in. The floor is newly polished; try not to leave footprints.”
Shamrock finally raised his eyes. Cold carmine irises amusedly regarded Mihawk as he stepped forward regardless, then stopped exactly where Shamrock preferred him: three paces short of the dais, close enough to loom, far enough to have to look up.
“Lord Saint Jalmack requires a nuisance removed from the Red Line’s eastern trade ledger. A certain merchant in Goa Kingdom has forgotten whose sky he breathes under. Taxes unpaid, mouths too loud. You will remind him. Quietly, permanently, and,” teeth flashing as he half-smirked, “with that famous elegance of yours.”
Shamrock leaned forward, elbows on the carved arms of his chair, voice dropping to the silky register he saved for these moments. “I could send one of the full knights. Sir Shanks might even enjoy the excursion, provided there was decent sake afterward. But Shanks is…indulgent. You, Dracule Mihawk, are surgical. And I do abhor mess.”
He let the silence stretch, savoring it as he pointedly added, “But you already know all about that, yes?”
Yes. Mihawk would do nicely. He always did.
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The more Shanks pressed, the tighter Perospero's grip on his caramel throne && the more it splintered, threatening to shatter. He would never be afraid of Shanks, nor his overwhelmingly strong Haki. Perospero had felt fear && each time it had involved his late mother. No matter how strong Red-Hair was, his reputation would never equate to shielding ones siblings, praying they didn't suffer the brunt of the abuse.
❝ So you're here for...entertainment? ❞ Or he was simply nosy, but that was unlike him. Instead, Perospero felt Red-Hair was waiting to see what phoenix would rise out of the ashes of Totto Land. No matter the reason, anger simmered throughout his body, the caramel finally shattering underneath his hand.
Swearing, Perospero pulled his hands away, now slightly bloodied with sharp candy digging into sensitive flesh. Tired gaze swept from his injured hands to the Emperor in front of him && said nothing, pulling his hands into his lap && looking back towards the sunlight filtering in through the broken windows. Before, he would have argued, insist upon his mother's dream of wanting united races, but now...he knew her for what she had been.
Mama had wanted a zoo, a collection, not a nation.
❝ I just want my family to be safe && happy, perorin. That's it, ❞ Of course, there were deeper desires within the candyman, ones discussed in private with his beloved. Expression softened, even with his home crumbling around him && an Emperor's Haki tightening its fingers around his throat, ❝ More than anything, I just want to live a happy life with my partner. He said he wanted to marry me, you know... ❞
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Shanks watched the caramel throne fracture under Perospero’s grip, the sound sharp as a snapped wishbone. He stayed crouched, elbow on his knees, Gryphon’s weight a steady anchor at his hip. The haki he’d let leak earlier settled back into his skin like a tide receding. No need to press harder. Perospero wasn’t going to bolt. The man was rooted here, bleeding into the ruins of his mother’s dream.
And then–he said he wanted to marry me.
Shanks’ brow arched, just a fraction. The candyman’s voice had gone soft, almost shy, the way a man speaks when he’s picturing something he’s not sure he deserves. It wasn’t the answer Shanks had come fishing for. He’d expected ambition, or grief, or some jagged shard of loyalty to a dead empire. Not this. Not love.
He rocked back on his heels, rising slowly. The movement was deliberate, giving Perospero space to breathe. The cathedral’s broken saints watched from their fractured panes, light splintering across the floor in red and gold.
“Marriage, eh?” Shanks said, voice low, almost fond. He scratched at the scar over his eye, the gesture idle. “That’s a hell of a thing to want when the world’s still reeling.”
Reaching down, the yonko opened the satchel that he had smuggled off his own ship when Benn wasn't looking. It contained some bandages, which he quickly shoved aside to draw out a pair of sake bottles. Using his teeth to pry one open, he offered it to the other pirate, his own already extended and ready to clang. “I would surmise a toast is in order, then. To new beginnings!”
“Big Mom’s gone,” Shanks continued, softer now once he had lowered his bottle as he spoke around the rim. “Her hunger’s not. It’s in the dirt now, in the homies, in the cracks of this cathedral. It’s in you. You feel it, don’t you? That itch under the skin. The need to build something. To protect what’s yours. To make it mean something.”
Mihawk doesn't let Shanks within 5 feet if he hasn't bathed.
Shanks couldn’t help but laugh, utterly unbothered, as he took one deliberate step closer in the hopes of seeing Mihawk’s eyebrow twitch. Lowering his head, he allowed the fallen scarlet locks to shadow the slow, roguish smirk that threatened to surface.
“...That's a shame, Hawkeyes. And here I thought you liked me all filthy and sweaty.” He lifted his one arm as he dramatically sniffed at his armpits, straight-faced despite the rancid odor, the other sleeve flapping empty in the breeze. “Besides, I took a dip in the sea this morning.”
He did no such thing, willingly at least. Beck threw him overboard in exasperation of his captain’s refusal to bathe for two solid weeks.
