#ikkaku of heart

[alegnace]

I recognize your art by how gorgeously you draw Ikkaku (I'm admittedly biased) and how fashionable you make everyone. I seriously love the outfits you'll put the Hearts in, because everyone looks on-point.

Aaah thank youuu 🥺💛 such great joy to get compliment from the one who influence me a lot about her character ☺️

Hope you like the narwhal girl sketch!

#trademark art style ask #one piece #ikkaku one piece #heart pirates #tysm! #ikkaku of heart

[medicus-mortem]

@ikkaku-of-heart liked [+] for a necromancer!Law starter.

   Sand crunches beneath his boots, the gravelly granules damp in this evening gloom. Clouds hang heavy over the sky, promising rain but unwilling to deliver. Law strides towards the ocean lapping at the shore, gaze taking in the expanse of jagged rocks and shattered ships. Masts, bows and railings jut out from between the gray daggers. Periodically the waves crash against these obstacles, spraying salt and foam into the air.

   His boots come into contact with the water, the ripples reflecting a blue-green glow that comes from the man. It radiates from beneath his black robe, swirling in the runic tattoos that adorn his chest. His skin and flesh begins to unravel along these painted lines, revealing the skeletal monstrosity hidden beneath a handsome face. His robes join in the degradation, becoming tattered and shredded as his form begins to float above the swirling dark waters.

   The Lich glides towards a wrecked ship that sticks out of the ocean swell. It’s mast hangs at an angle, remnants of a sail dangling like strips of flesh on bone. Parts of the deck stay above the water, tilted and broken. He lowers himself to this precarious perch, skin and boots once again wrapping around his skeletal feet as he alights on rotting wood. Law crouches then, a hand lowering to press his palm to the slick surface.

   “Plenty of death,” he mutters, brow furrowing in concentration. “And fear but not quite enough rage.”

   A low hum rises in his throat and Law straightens, golden eyes scanning the wreckage around him. So many ships, pirate and merchant alike, have smashed upon this shore. Forced here by the ocean’s wrath, or perhaps lured here by the beautiful song of a siren, but he is after a ship with a particular quality. One filled with the corpses of ruthless pirates holding a true hatred for the living. Only they will last long enough for his voyage. How frustrating it is that he will have to check every vessel here, even the ones completely swallowed by the ocean.

   Or perhaps he won’t have to resort to such menial work. He feels eyes watching him, their stare burrowing into his very being. Law’s own gaze shifts towards that presence, a smirk settling onto his lips when he sees the head of a woman poking out of the water.

   “Curious little mermaid,” he says, projecting his voice towards her. “Are your people responsible for luring these ships to their doom?”

#ikkaku of heart #Captain's Log // Threads #Phylactery Heart // Lich Verse #pirate graveyard #gore tw #[Lich gonna meet a very curious mermaid who should probably stay in her lane]

[akagamiko]

Can I just say, I hope Mihawk shows up in Film Red just to tell Shanks "See this is why I keep it in my pants and just adopt. Don't see me needing to pay child support to my goth family"?

Oh, I hope that you're right. I mean, what would a Shanks movie be without a Mihawk appearance?? Yes absolutely, I hope he shows up and just destroys Shanks with his words.

#all my love to bitchy mihawk #OOC. #ANSWERED. #ikkaku of heart #their rivalry is never ending

[where-s-all-blue]

😏 - Favorite scene?

It has to be either the infamous "Nothing Happened." or "I want to live!"; I've rewatched these specific scenes so many times over the course of these past years that they must be counted as my ultimate favourites.

Though Luffy punching a Celestial Dragon was quite tasty treat as well, the man had it coming.

#ikkaku of heart #Ask Where-s-all-blue #r answers #favourite scenes #Favourite one piece scene #one piece #One piece ask game

[tsvestidiabolus]

👤+ Aokiji

Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character

"The man who destroyed my life and saved it on the very same day. Two crimes that I'd never forgive him for."

But it wasn't that simple, was it? Just as Aokiji - Kuzan - whatever he calls himself these days - was an enemy to Saul, he was also a friend. And to Robin, he was... not quite a foe. But calling him a friend, an ally, would be an outright lie.

"I hated him for the longest time. When I wasn't busy running away from the Government, I had time to think. Time to analyse every little detail of Aokiji's actions from that day, of his actions since, and his actions before. I tried to rationalize to myself why this man chose to save my life, only to condemn me to this hell. I never found the answer."

"Truthfully, I still hate him. The thought of him terrifies me, and I don't think that will ever go away. But I know that he is not a man defined by his duty, or by law. He saved my life to leave himself with his own sanity intact."

It couldn't have been out of the kindness of his own heart - a promise to a friend, perhaps. It couldn't. She'd have spent all this time festering in her own hate for nothing.

"However, I have more important things to worry about than him. I've heard he has joined the Blackbeard Pirates... quite a disappointing development, but... I have a feeling that he and I will always be on opposing sides, even though he - he doesn't always act like it."

#;; ask #ikkaku of heart #getting back into the swing of roleplaying #this was a wonderful character for this ask btw #kuzan and robin's relationship is one of my favourite dynamics in op just bc of how complicated it is #kuzan himself is full of contradictions which doesn't help robin's thoughts on him #he has a strong sense of justice which he says is lazy because he himself is lazy #but its not strong enough to save ohara #it is strong enough to save a child #not strong enough to stay by the child's side but strong enough to keep an eye on her #based on his convo with robin in post enies lobby i think he was conflicted about what to do #in his duty towards the government and his duty as a friend #kind of draws a parallel to rosinate but where rosi got to form a parental relationship with law #kuzan stayed away from robin and that fear only grew over time in her #so when you get to current op like post EL op #robin associates kuzan with her trauma and the wrongs of the government and she's critical of him #but at the same time she knows that he's not... actively trying to kill her #he is a threat yes but he has morals #which is more than what she can say for every other government member shes seen

[ncmvds]

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::( NPC Friends )::

::( This is Madgella (Apalla made her the nickname “Madge”) but she is one of the physically elderly people on the Mallow Helmn due to being half silver scabbardfish fishman. All things considered, I’d say she’s doing well for being around six-hundred years old! )::

::( She’s related to Apalla by blood, and is one of her more-distant aunts. Both Nova and Apalla look up to her quite a bit due to her experiences and being one of the few Hatooiens to have left the island and come back. )::

::( The sisters worry about her a lot, despite her insistence that she isn’t THAT old yet. Her hip tends to act-up every now and then, since she fell on it some time in the past. She is usually fairly mellow, but WILL smack you on the head with that cane of hers if you give her lip. )::

#ikkaku of heart #::Headcanon #::Muns Art #::Answer #(I'm really enjoying doing these actually 8>)

[vixlariku]

What's a precious childhood memory you have?

Valeria doesn't really have to think for long about this one, the answer coming to her lips with ease.

"Probably the first time I eviscerated someone. There is no other memory that can quite compare to that one. The thrill of it, that adrenaline rush- it is a very precious memory for me."

#Valeria of Dressrosa #some spoiled girls will say it was the pony they got-- and then there's Valeria #ikkaku of heart #thanks for sending <3

[the-heart-pirate-shachi]

@ikkaku-of-heart continued from here

“Hmm, let's see,” Shachi began, gently reaching a hand around Ikkaku to stroke through her still slightly wet locks. It wasn't often that he got to talk about the time spent on Swallow Island so finding the right words was hard. Everything seemed interesting enough to talk about if it was never brought up before.

“I think you should already know how we met, right? Law pretty much just saved all our lives and then Wolff took Peng and me in as well as Bepo. Wolff was a really weird guy but I still liked him. He always wore those weird colourful shirts. Like that one Marine, Songeku, or whatever his name is. Uh, I guess you know who I mean. Anyway, we spent living at his place until I was... nineteen or twenty, maybe. So we lived there together for about five to six years,” Shachi smiles softly at all the memories resurfacing.

“Law was always really grumpy and a little shit most of the time, but he had his nice moments just like nowadays. If you believe it or not, his revenge plan only started shortly before we set out to sea. Before that we all just kinda lived our lives. Peng and I never really had any plans to leave the island but we swore to follow Law around forever. But we still had a lot of fun even if we have always been his 'subordinates'. We were still friends even if it took some time for him to really acknowledge it but I for my part never doubted it.”

“We spent most of our time working once we got jobs thanks to Wolff. It's how I actually learned to be a hairdresser like my dad was. Whenever we had time off we spent training, fighting and sparing. Bepo was always the physically strongest and once Law finally started growing up I ended up being the weakest,” he admitted the last part with a slight sigh and a huff, hanging his head in defeat. “But at least I was really fast, I guess.”

Shachi looked back up, gazing upon the horizon and the sun reflecting on the ocean waves.

“When we weren't training we spent a lot of time sitting near the port to watch the ships come and go. Law already knew a lot about ships so when we asked him he could explain to us what was going on and stuff like how to furl sails. There was this one time we wanted to try it so we snuck down to the port at night and tried to furl the sails on one of the ships but we... well it didn't go too well,” Shachi laughed at the memory.

They had some really great times and a lot of fun during those few years and Shachi really liked reminiscing about it. For now, they didn't have any plans to ever go back there. Shachi didn't and he was sure the others didn't either. Of course it was possible that they would one day go back to visit Wolff and everyone else again but the decision was Laws. Shachi liked to think that Wolff and the others on the island still remember them and read about their accomplishments, if you could call them that, in the newspapers. Wolff was no longer a fan of pirates but he probably at least hoped the four kids he lived with for years were doing okay.

“Once Law grew taller and all that almost every girl on the island seemed to have crush on him and I think he shot pretty much all of them down. It was a shame, really. There was this one girl I really liked but she also had a thing for Law. I still ended up dating a few girls but just for a couple months at max. I think it was rather similar for Peng. We ended up with... well we had our reputations,” he laughed sheepishly while kicking some sand in front of him. Talking about those things was nice.

“We also helped Wolf take care of the garden. Law was honestly really terrible at it though. Oh and his coffee addiction had started really early on too. Peng and Bepo always ended up having to clean up the mugs he left literally everywhere. We also occasionally spent some time hiking and stuff like that, practising survival skills. I remember taking really long to learn how to make a fire.”

Shachi smiled fondly at the memories as he continued to move his hands through Ikkaku's hair. Thanks to the still warm sun and him brushing it with his finger it was almost dry.

He shifts a little, moving to see whether she was still awake.

#ikkaku of heart #If she is still awake he will talk some more and braid her hair #if she is asleep he will lay her town and sleep as well #Just as an explanation why I ended it that way #but i wanted you to decide if she was still there ot not lol #I am actually happy I got around to writing some more today

[asongfromtheheart]

@ikkaku-of-heart

She had been running for so long now, feeling like she knew just about every nook and cranny of the town. She had never been here before but the way she had been rushing through every street, she ought to have mapped the area out. It wasn't to get a better understanding of the city itself, but because some people had managed to sweep her portable apothecary. They had pretended to be sick and she had trusted them. Turning around for only a few seconds had given them more than a good opportunity to quickly dash off with Maddy's belonging.

The problem was that now she wasn't sure where any of them were! She had been hot on their trail but they had easily managed to shake her off. Left behind was a distressed young woman, sitting at the pier moping. At least she still had her backpack and doctors bag, but that apothecary carried some rare ingredients she needed to help people. Maddy sighed deeply and buried her face in the backpack as she contemplated what to do. She had been nothing but kind to them and they had decided to steal from her. She was upset her apothecary was gone, but probably more upset over the people who had done it.

-"What if I never get it back again? Then what do I do?"

Maddy whine to herself. How was she going to get it back again!?

#ikkaku of heart

[aokijin]

@ikkaku-of-heart​: "How about the Blue Bird Pirates? Or the Frosty Pirates?"

❛  a wise woman i see  ❜  .  honestly  ,  his first thought was ‘ ice bucket ‘ and the thought of the ship ressembling . . . you know  ,  a bucket  .  but it’s not like he’d like a ship  .  all his crewmates are going to ride bikes  .  that sounds about right  . 

#( kuzan has 1 brain cell ) #ikkakuofheart #ikkaku of heart #【 blue pheasant | musings. 】

[medicus-mortem]

@ikkaku-of-heart​ asked: It's okay. You're okay. 

Send ‘It’s okay. You’re okay.’ for my muse to comfort your muse after a nightmare.

   He’d found her fast asleep in the rec room, Ikkaku’s curls a complete mess while she lays splayed out over the couch. Law wonders what made her fall asleep here. Maybe she was looking for some peace and quiet or maybe just a small break before getting back to work. The captain has noticed his engineer has been very hardworking as of late. In fact, Law was intending to force her to stop for a bit. Which makes this sight a welcome one. A small smile touches his lips as he moves over to her, hand already rising to create a Room so he can send Ikkaku to her bedroom, but then she shifts in her sleep.

   Law pauses, brow furrowing. He notices tension on her muscles as Ikkaku rolls over. Then she moves again, the motion far too violent. Arms rise, as if she’s trying to defend herself, and Law hisses a breath through his teeth. Ikkaku tosses about on the couch, rolling onto her back and breathing heavily. He is by her side quickly, hands dropping onto her shoulders to keep her still, only for her to start thrashing about.

   With a snarl he pushes harder, making sure she doesn’t hurt herself in this nightmare induced fear. A flailing hand hits him in the chest and Law grimaces, loath to let her go and risk her falling off the couch. He notes a fluttering of her eyelids, perhaps a sign that she’s coming awake.

   “Ikkaku,” he calls, tone stern but soothing. At least he hopes it is. “I need you to wake up.”

   He isn’t sure if his voice reached her but those eyes snap open and she gasps, body shifting as it attempts to jolt awake. He watches her eyes try to focus on the waking world, his own hands releasing their grip on her. Law sits himself down onto the edge of the couch, worried gaze trained on his engineer.

   “Hey,” he whispers, a hand trailing down Ikkaku’s arm to keep up this contact. “You’re alright. You’re safe.”

#ikkaku of heart #Boring Question // Answered Ask #As Planned // IC

[akagamiko]

Poppy, I know we don’t interact much, but it’s always wonderful to see you on my dash. Your love for Shanks the Chaos Gremlin/Deadbeat Dad shines through in every post. Your shitposts make me laugh and I love reading your interactions and headcanons. You manage to balance respecting and roasting Shanks perfectly, and as a mun you just seem like a very sweet, chill person. Keep being awesome!

Anubis!! Thank you so much for sending this, it's so sweet!!!

I swear, I could go on and on about what you've done with Ikkaku. Every time I see the Heart Pirates I zoom in to look for her because of you!! You've really taken a character with such a small role and made her into an irreplaceable member of the Heart crew. Not to mention the incredible world building you've done with Joras and Gramps. You've made such an incredible and unforgettable character.

#ikkaku of heart #OOC. #KEEP. #waahhhh #i cry #but thank you i adore you #i have something for you in my queue that should be coming out soon #anyway i just adore seeing you on the dash #kissy kissy muah

[onigiri-oni]

“Have you ever considered getting any tattoos?” Ikkaku asked, watching the shirtless swordsman as he lifted weights in the Tang’s gym. They were still about a week away from Wano’s shores, and she’d grown curious about their new allies. Especially since she still wasn’t totally convinced the alliance was necessary. “Maybe your captain’s jolly roger or something? Unless you’ve already got that somewhere I’m just not seeing.”

Zoro smirked, sweat dripping down his back as he lifted another absurdly large weight over his head. Ikkaku's question was strange, considering the silence that had been in the room for an hour before, but he supposed he'd play along with it.

"I got a tramp-stamp of a straw hat," he joked. His waist was bandaged after a run-in with a Sea King earlier that day. "It's in honour of my captain."

He dropped the weights down.

"Most of my tattoos are on my legs. Usopp was insistent I got some after I tried cuttin' my legs off, to hide the scars. I didn't want to since scars are a warrior's pride, but he showed me some designs."

@ikkaku-of-heart

#;; ask #;; ic #ikkaku of heart

[richathaoir-folamh]

The Tang had found itself damaged in a run-in with sea kings, but luckily the Hearts had managed to get it to a nearby island for repairs. The problem was Ikkaku needed a specific piece for the engine, and as she didn’t exactly have time to wander the town cluelessly, approached a white-haired man she hoped was a local. “Excuse me? Sorry to bug you, but I’m looking for a hardware store. I’m willing to compensate you for your time,” she added, holding up a wad of berri.

It was another one of those days - the days where Imu finds themselves wandering the blue seas, pretending for a moment that they did not belong in the heavens and viewing the world that they had crafted. The place they had chosen to visit for today was a humble island-town, located in the Grand Line. Away from the World Government (unfortunately), where they could see the exposed lies of their own kingdom. Lies that they weaved themselves.

They had been sitting by the port, gazing at the overcast sky, when someone approached them. Their footsteps were picked up by their sensitive ears long before they came to Imu, and they were able to surmise from the sound of the steps that it was a woman coming. Imu sighed, leaning their neck back and closing their eyes.

"If you were wise, you would have threatened me instead," they said calmly. "I have no need of berri."

They opened an eye and stared at the woman. A pirate. They could tell already by how she sounded, but this confirmed it. And the Heart Pirates were hardly subtle.

Know thy enemy. Imu has had every bounty poster of the Worst Generation's crew memorised, particularly those of Trafalgar's and Straw Hat. Ikkaku's was low, but her presence meant there was a chance that Trafalgar Law was nearby - and even if not, ridding themselves of vermin like his crew would be plenty useful for the world they desired.

Ah, but the Elders would surely protest to that, and the last thing they wanted was to hear a bout of their whining. 'Leave that to CP, Imu-sama!', they would say. In an increasingly screeching tone. 'Don't bother yourself with that!'

Imu sighed again, and lifted themselves from the bench. "I believe I saw a second-hand store in town. It's the closest to hardware you'll get on this island, unfortunately." Their gaze flickered to the berri in Ikkaku's hand. "Use that for spare parts instead."

@ikkaku-of-heart

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[tsvestidiabolus]

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5. Torturing someone

Ink, black as the darkest night, drips from the tip of the pen. The droplets splatter onto the sheet of paper already patterned by scattering spots, looking rather like black blood. A slender hand taps the pen once, twice, before finally bringing it to its intended destination.

A man bound to a stone slab, his mouth gagged and eyes wide with fear. Struggling against his chains is useless - they are tight to the point where he could not move at all, lest he ruin the art. The artist dots a line across the man's bare torso, their hand steady despite the whimpers that escaped the man. To any outsider, the artist might just be heartless.

The artist pulls their hand back, narrowing their brows at the man. "Please, stop sweating so much," they say. "You'll ruin the ink."

And the gaze that the man gave them, the sheer fear and hate and disgust in his eyes, shakes the artist to their very core.

Shaking their head, the artist reaches for their next tool - a scalpel.

"I'm afraid I can't knock you out for this part," the artist says. They point towards a den den mushi in the room, whose stare makes the hairs on the back of their neck stand on end. "The boss will be watching, and he was very clear that you had to be alive for this."

They pause.

"I'm sorry." Their voice is genuine, and a shaky breath escapes their lips before they can stop it. "I wish I knew your name."

The artist brings their scalpel down to the man's chest.

#;; ask #ikkaku of heart #cw torture #haha what if. the man was part of law's crew #just kidding... unless? #mine #;; ic

[viciousbite]

I was drawn by how beautifully and uniquely designed each one was, plus their bios were really cool to boot!

What drew you to my OCs? // @ikkaku-of-heart

//Thank you so much <3 . Most of the credit goes to all the different artists who drew most of the designs for me from my bad descriptions, but still, I'm glad you were drawn to them due to it and liking their bios <33 -throws love your way- 

#ikkaku of heart #Ooc~ #//Always so sweet <3