#whitebeardpirates

ACE ✨🔥❤️‍🔥 ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

I honestly have been thinking for a while on a multitude of different things to make head canons on, and to be quite frank, a lot of the ones I want to make for Whitebeard's crew are just put on hold because I've gotten back into older fandoms I used to be into again. (Hetalia and Obey me to be exact. But can I be blamed?! Cosplayers seem like they're sort of reviving the Hetalia fandom, and with the new game releasing for Obey me soon, it's so hard NOT to get back into them!)

Anyways, onto the actual head canons I have. And yes, these things do absolutely live rent free in my mind 24/7. So hopefully they make you giggle as much as they make me when they pop into my head.

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-Every one of the commanders, in one way or another, has a broad history of being heart breakers. And in a way, I feel like this is actually how they got their rankings/ division number. It wasn't decided by pops or anyone else, it was a poll system made by the crew for the biggest heart throbs. And yes, the numbers do change quite frequently. At least yearly. No special perks really come with being higher up on the chart, but it definitely makes you a target for good ol' family jabbing.

-Blamenco and his division are actually the ones in charge of taking care of Stefan when it comes to his baths, feeding schedule, and training him. Of course, that's not to say that the towering dog isn't smart enough to have everyone else wrapped around his finge- well, paw. But still. Since a lot of Blamenco's division has a soft spot for animals, they tend to spoil Stefan...a lot.

-Izo has convinced Marco to keep strong herbal tea aboard the ship for when the others get sick. After Marco ended up with a head cold one time, Izo made him a strong cup that managed to not only decongest him, but...also made the gunk stuck in his lungs break up. To this day, Some of the home traditions Izo has from Wano still baffles him.

-(come on, would it be one of my head canon posts if I DIDN'T add a Thatch head canon in here? lol) Thatch is very big on matching, but not wearing identical uniforms. For example, if you were to buy you and him one of those 'I'm with him/her/them' shirts, he honestly wouldn't be a very big fan of it. Granted, yes, a lot of women tend to flock to him, and sometimes some of those women aren't the kindest. So it really wouldn't be becoming of him as a partner to make you a target, now would it? However, Matching is a whole new level. He LOVES matching outft colors with you. And it absolutely flusters him in a good way when you match his usual uniform with a white dress/ fancier clothing and then match with yellow accents. It's not an identical match to his uniform but it still fits, and he loves it.

-Every one of the commanders has journals of some kind. Some might actually be logs of their adventures while others might be emotion logs, dream logs, or other things Marco tries to monitor health wise.

-In addition to that, Deuce actually makes everyone log the perspective of their adventures so he can eventually turn their journals into biographies for them and Pops whenever they end up passing on or disband.

-I never do much for Atmos, so I thought that this was a cute/funny little thing. Atmos actually has a ceramic collection. Yes, this big, burly dude has a ceramic collection. (And yes, this partially does come from Tangled in the one bar scene-) However, his ceramic collection is more special than actually collecting things in general. For every crew that theirs has absorbed and made a part of them, he takes one of their ceramics (pottery, teacup, plate, etc.) and adds it to the collection. So it's sort of like a family collection, but not really. Very people know why he does this.

-This is an absolute must. Every one of the commanders has something that they lend to their significant other to wear at one point or another just to see how it'd look on them. It varies from person to person. (Bonus points if if you're too small/too big to actually fit into what they're giving you to try on.)

-Yes, I've actually made a head canon for Whitebeard himself. He loves all of his children equally, there is no competition. However, because he himself has a much bigger build, he definitely has an affinity for taller/bigger people. (aka, the odd balls. So chubby, super tall, overly muscly, etc.)

-I see NOTHING about this with anyone, and I honestly and so. mad. This doesn't exist! Every one of the commanders ADORE the blemishes that their significant other has. Whether it's freckles, moles, sun spots, scars, birthmarks. You name it, and so long as it's fine with you, that is their favorite places to smother you with kisses.

“Inherited Will, The Destiny of the Age, and The Dreams of the People. As long as people continue to pursue the meaning of Freedom, these things will never cease!”

The air around the room was thick and musty with a stench of blood and sweat, bloodcurdling screams can be heard in all directions, begging, pleading for mercy. A place where no hope could bloom, and for where hell rules in itself.

Impel Down.

Her steps echoed against the thick cold walls, painfully slow, as though each cells and prisoners kept inside isn't bothering her not even a bit. Loud booming voices accompanied with undignified cat calls reach her ears in a displeasing manner, as though they find her easy to mess with. Indeed her beauty was something that draws people for attention, and she finds lots of uses for it, but she never took pride from her looks alone.

As she continued down the path, her long pristine coat flows behind her gracefully, like a royal's robe, at the mere sight alone, the prisoners' voices was silenced down in a deafening halt. They bit their tongue in nothing but pure fear, every cell in their body screaming for them to move as far away as possible.

Her steps halted once she's arms reach from a prison cell that contains the person she wanted to see.

The cell was dark, cold, the sound of the muted seawater encircling around the vicinity can be heard, instilling distant fears among its prisoners. However, the lone man sat on the corner held by chains around his wrists, never finds it the least bit terrifying nor it amuses him. His head was strung low, his dark fringe matted with sweat hid his eyes, but it's enough for her to notice that he's conscious, despite all the bruises and wounds from all the beating and torture he went through for who knows how long.

"Portgas."

Her voice, it was calm, and brave. A tone something you would only hear from a person when they feel at ease. But at the same time it was commanding, sending chills down the spine of any person who hears it.

"______." her first name rolls around his tongue with such familiarity as though he had chanted this before like an endless mantra. He soon lifted his head slowly, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his lips.

"I thought you never want to see me again?" he asks, his voice was suggesting a tone of amusement, someone in his condition shouldn't possess.

Disregarding the way the man refers her, the woman took a step forward, her eyes staring straight to his own.

"I'm surprised you've been holding on." She stated simply, a feeble way to irritate the grown man,

Her words however can only emit a gleeful chuckle from him. "You know all too well I'm not an easy kill." He retorts back, amusement dripping from his voice.

The woman was silent for a moment, the air was turning thick between them.

She gritted her teeth slightly, hands balling up in tight fists. The raven noticed her sudden distress, but he couldn't risk asking her why, no words left his mouth, he can only stare at her frame, standing tall before him. One wouldn't even notice the slight shake of her shoulders, and her tensed breathing, But Ace was always known to notice even the littlest of details, and she wasn't an exception, no. not for him.

"You knew all too well you fucked up."

Blunt as always,

It just never fails to amuse him.

Although in pain, the male laughs heartily, his voice echoes around the room that haven't heard such a gleeful laugh for who knows how long, some prisoners might mistook it as a laugh of someone who finally lost their sanity... and maybe it's only a matter of time before he did. Or maybe he finally does.

"...I know."

Gib pats or he will get sed :((

or he will go fight saka-dog and you wont get to pat him agai-//punched