A screenshot of a scene in a word document, about Zoro and Usopp running into Mihawk in a random store.
Me the week after uploading a sequel for a completed fic that no one asked for: what if. I wrote a sequel for a completed fic no one asked for #wipwednesday #ghosthunterau
I think they're all done! what a fun project :D #art #ghosthunterau #ghostbookbind #onepiece
a picture of a marker illustration of a harbor at night, with a pier drawn in the middle with Luffy sitting at the end and looking at the stars. The title "King Tide" is written vertically down the middle.
A picture of a book standing up on a desk with Posca markers littered around. The book has a wordless cover, with a harbor at night drawn in marker with Luffy sitting at the end of the pier and looking at the stars.
A picture of a book standing up on a desk with Posca markers littered around, angled to show the spine. The title "King Tide" is written vertically on the spine
A picture of the back cover of a book standing up on a desk with Posca markers littered around. The book cover is a harbor night sky done with markers.
really enjoying how each dust jacket is a little different :D #art #ghosthunterau
a digital sketch of Luffy and Zoro sitting on a bench. Luffy has his legs folded up to hide between his knees as he eats ice cream. Zoro lounges next to Luffy while giving him a side-eye.
huh, apparently this one didn't make the bsky conversion. ghust hunter au luffy and zoro are so good, i miss them #art #ghosthunterau
Anyway, I actively lied while I wrote this caption. Here's 4.5k of luffy having weird ace feelings about having sex with zosan about a month after this fic ended archiveofourown.org/works/65686354 #fic #onepiece #zosanlu #ghosthunterau
a fake Instagram post where all of the interface elements have been handwritten. The post is by the account 'thestrawhat_crew'. The picture has the Straw Hats, all wearing cool weather gear, crowded in for a group picture on the Charleston Battery at sunrise. The caption says, "and we're off! 🌅⛵ #intracoastalwaterway #sailing"
and that's all, folks!! #art #onepiece #ghosthunterau
A picture of the Charleston Battery under a gloomy sky. Luffy is drawn on top of it, wearing a purple raincoat under his hat and running away from the camera.
🌊👻King Tide👻🌊
🌀 11/11 (IT'S DONE!)
🌀 18k (171k total)
🌀 gen, strawhat-centric
🌀 a summer of Pokemon GO period piece
🌀 Luffy is about to wet
🌀 archiveofourown.org/works/55911799/chapters/168741403
#fic #ghosthunterau #onepiece #art
welp, #ghosthunterau is officially the longest single fic I've ever written. yay.
Jinbei crossed his ankles in front of him where he was roped to Franky’s inclined weight bench, lacing his fingers over his belly as he considered his captor twice-over. “So, my dear,” he said, “what are you expecting to get out of this?” Robin and her houseguest turned on him. “Get out of this?” Her double voice laughed like a Disney villain, ringing around Franky’s top-floor workout room with the excellent view. She grinned, showing too many of Robin’s teeth. “Oh, sweetheart,” they purred from the floor, “everything.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, I was intrigued by the woman shown in your journals,” he admitted, “but I guess being dead for so long did your interesting bits in, didn’t it?” Red eyes flashed in time with the distant thunder. “Typical man,” she snarled, “always looking down on others.” She ran her fingers along the edge of the magic circle she had scraped into the old wood with Robin’s fingernails. Jinbei would have to sponsor her a manicure when this was over. “When the moon is up,” she sighed, “all of that arrogance will fade away.” Interesting. “It’s not a full moon today,” he told her. He had considered that a blessing for the tidal flood zones during a hurricane, but maybe it had more than one positive aspect. “Will a quarter really help whatever you’re doing?” He blinked, and she was in his face, cold hands braced on his thighs, ice breath on his skin, smooth hair drifting over the open buttons of his shirt. “You’re not afraid,” they said, the pattern of the rain on the windows cast over Robin’s serious face. “Why is that?” Jinbei smiled in the way that had gotten chairs thrown at his head before. “It takes more than being strapped to a bench by a possessed demon witch in an all-windows room during a hurricane to ruffle me.” He tested the glowing magical fire keeping his shoulders tied – yep, still there. “I’m afraid you’ll have to try harder.” Her mouth split. “And what does ruffle you?” she asked in Robin’s low purr.
“Stairs.” They blinked. He winked. “I appreciate not having to deal with them on the way up here,” he told her. He looked around the widow’s walk, storm clouds closing in on all sides. “The view is worth the climb, though. I can only imagine what it might be in better weather.” Right now, the rain was thick enough to hide all but the nearest trees, the rest of the horizon a murky blue-gray frothing into the clouds. “You know, you had a lovely home,” he told her, kicking his heel on the floor, looking to the stairs. “Why did you feel the need to spill so much blood in it?” She pressed Robin’s chilled cheek to the side of his neck. “Oh, I see why your little bird is so interested in you,” she crooned. “You are fascinating.” “Well, thank you.” He took her waist and pushed her as far back as he could in his restraints. “Regretfully, I’d much prefer to hear that from the lady herself.” They sat on his knees, blinking a lot. “Incredible.” She ran her hands up his legs. “Oh, I’m looking forward to taking my time with you,” they said, Robin’s voice floating up to lead harmony as red eyes roved over him. He hadn’t felt this much like a piece of meat since he worked on the docks. Too many teeth flashed. “We could have fun for your last few hours, dove.”
Jinbei hummed. “Tempting.” She frowned, eyes glowing slits. The rain beat on the windows. “Another thought – you leave Robin alone and release whatever hold you’ve got on your previous victims-” “Victims?” Jinbei wiped the spit off his face with his shoulder. “They were the ones who betrayed me!” “Is that so?” He stared into those red eyes and tried to find blue. Maybe he could talk her down before Robin was lost to them completely. “And how did they do that?” She considered him, then adjusted her seat on his lap, sitting sidesaddle with Robin’s feet tucked around his calf. “I guess we do have some time to kill,” she sighed as she combed Robin’s ruined nails through his goatee, leaving blood flakes behind as they pulled the tight curls apart. She looked to the east. “Oh, why not?”
for this #wipwednesday we have jinbei remembering he always has been, and forever will be, secretly a little shit #ghosthunterau
a screenshot of text. It reads: “So… how long are we gonna leave Luffy alone like that?” Chopper asked, glancing at the kitchen ceiling. “Shouldn’t someone check on him?” “He’ll come back when he comes back,” Sanji said, not fooling anyone with his forced-easy tone, glaring at the top of Zoro’s head. “Personally, I’m glad to be rid of him for a few hours.” He ran the clippers up the back of Zoro’s head, his other hand splayed out on Zoro’s crown. Zoro had the zonked-out face of a flipped shark as he took his turn in their improvised salon chair, hands loose in his lap. Man, he must have it bad. “It’s been all Luffy all the time lately,” Sanji kept complaining, eyes tight. “It’s about time someone gave him a reality check.” “Yeah, but…” Chopper scrubbed at his new haircut, baby hairs falling like dandruff. “I didn’t mean to.” “If he’s so sensitive that asking him if he’s okay sets him off that bad, then he deserves to be asked,” Usopp said. He fiddled with a bag clip magnet from the fridge. “Maybe I should check on him,” he muttered, “just to make sure he’s not fixing to do something stupid.” “Your funeral.” Sanji turned Zoro’s head. “Stay there, marimo,” he muttered like he was talking to a horse. “That’s a sweet thing.” “Yeah, okay, I’m out.” Usopp slapped the magnet on the fridge door, shoving off it towards the living room. “Maybe the girls need some help sucking a gremlin out of y’all’s shower drain.” Chopper pouted. “I try to clean it out…” But Usopp was already gone. Chopper sighed and slumped against the wall, watching Sanji’s hands work to calm his anxiety down. It usually worked – Sanji had very calm, competent hands, no matter what his mouth was doing – but the knot in Chopper’s belly that had twisted up when Luffy had run out of the room wasn’t going away. Was he taking it too seriously? Zoro definitely wasn’t – he was practically asleep, only aware enough to tilt his head as Sanji directed. Maybe they were right, and Chopper was worrying for no reason.
A screenshot of a Word document. It reads: “Was I the only one who noticed how crowded it got upstairs earlier?” Sanji asked like he was talking about the weather – well, the normal weather. “Seems Luffy did want company, just not with the living.” Zoro hummed, eyes still closed. “Yeah, that happens sometimes,” he murmured. “Ghosts tend to flock to him at random. You get used to it.” He rolled his shoulders back after the last clipper pass. “At least it’s happening in the middle of the day instead of at night.” “At night?” Chopper thought about waking up at one in the morning to a room full of ghosts – yikes! “Oh, that’s awful.” Zoro grunted. “They never do anything,” he said. “It’s like they can’t help themselves.” Sanji tipped Zoro’s head back. Zoro flopped all the way back, head knocking into Sanji’s abdomen, opening his eye to look up at his… whatever they were. Boyfriend? “They just hang out for a bit and bounce.” Sanji stroked Zoro’s eyebrows down, rubbed circles into his temples with his thumbs. “Close your eyes,” Sanji ordered. Zoro obeyed. Sanji brushed cut hairs off his scalp to drift to the towel under the chair, green stark on Chopper’s fallen honey brown. He pushed Zoro forward again to clean the back of his head. “Are there typically that many, though?” he asked. “I know Luffy’s magnetic, but it seemed… excessive.” Zoro shrugged. “I gave up on predicting him a long time ago.” He sighed. “The only constant with him is that he’s hungry and he wants to be friends.” Chopper smiled. Sanji rolled his eyes – jumped at a loud thunderclap. “Coño!” Chopper shuddered himself, looking out the window over the sink at the rain driving across the backyard. “Glad I’m not out there.” Feet thundered down the stairs in counterpoint to the storm. They all looked to the living room door as Usopp burst in, eyes wild. “Luffy’s gone,” he gasped. “He’s gone!”
we're going for it with #ghosthunterau #wipwednesday . luffy's on the lam
a picture of the Charleston Battery with the One Piece Strawhat Crew drawn over it, all of them sitting on the railing in their own ways.
🌊👻King Tide👻🌊
🍃 10/11
🍃 30.6k
🍃 gen, strawhat-centric
🍃 a summer of Pokemon GO period piece
🍃 Jinbei can smell the storm on the wind
🍃 archiveofourown.org/works/55911799/chapters/166733362
#fic #ghosthunterau #onepiece #art
a screenshot of a Word document. It reads: “I told you, I can fetch a glass for you, love-” Sanji grunted from one end of the couch. “Marimo, put your back into it!” The couch squeaked across the old floorboards, and Sanji squeaked in harmony. “Lift, don’t slide!” “Fuck you and your floors,” Zoro snapped, yanking the couch a full metre closer to the front wall. Sanji shrieked, and even though it was wordless, Chopper knew it was in Spanish.
oh shit it's #wipwednesday again? have a short #ghosthunterau bit for once, because it's funny
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some #ghosthunterau girls for #wipwednesday! they're on a runaround :)
a screenshot of a Word document. It reads: Luffy stared at Sanji’s living room ceiling and breathed. Tried to breathe. Gasped. It was late. Bedtime. The others had gone upstairs ages ago, Chopper to study, Zoro and Sanji to have sex or whatever. Probably. They were pretty quiet about it, if they were even doing it at all. Luffy didn’t really get it, really. The only reason he wanted to put his mouth on someone would be to eat them, and most people didn’t want to get eaten. He squirmed under the couch blanket, sticking his hand down his pants. Mmm. Eh? It didn’t feel bad to touch his own dick, but, like – it was just another thing. He’d been trying it out a little more since Koby spent their sleepover teaching him about gay stuff and not-gay stuff, but it was still kind of boring. He could jerk himself off – he’d done it before, and he’d probably do it again – but it was a lot of work for a lot of fluff, and it was pretty gross. Why did they like this stuff? Why did everyone like it so much? He pulled his hand out and rolled over, shoving his face into the dark place where the back cushion met the bottom cushion. He missed Zoro. He missed the waves rocking him to sleep, the stars through the porthole, the distant barge horns and pluff mud smell. He missed knowing that he wasn’t alone. He missed knowing that he wasn’t dead. He frowned and rolled over the other way, stretching for his phone on the coffee table to check the time. It’d been at least an hour of not falling asleep, and he didn’t think it was gonna get any easier. They were totally done having sex by now, right? Right. Luffy threw off the blanket and rolled to his feet. He crept through the dark house, up the stairs, past Chopper’s closed door to Sanji’s. Kuina drifted through the wall to meet him. He smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, giving her a scratch behind the ears. “Are they done in there?”
A screenshot of a Word document. It reads: Kuina wove through his fingers, humming about Zoro’s happiness. Luffy’s smile grew. “Great!” He knocked. “Zoro? Sanji?” he called, pitching his voice low so he didn’t wake up Chopper. “Are y’all naked?” Kuina laughed as voices muttered and the floor creaked. Luffy waited until the door opened – Sanji! Sanji blinked at him, hair all over the place and eyes foggy – were his pants on backwards? Oh, they had been naked. Oops. “Luffy?” Sanji yawned. “¿Pasa algo malo?” Luffy blinked a few times. “If you and Zoro are done having sex, can I sleep with y’all?” Sanji coughed, eyes bugging. Luffy stuck out his bottom lip. “Please?” “That’s – what – I mean–” Zoro appeared at Sanji’s shoulder, holding onto the door by Sanji’s face and leaning on his back, chin on Sanji’s bare shoulder, eyes barely open. “Couch not good enough for you?” Luffy shook his head. Zoro sighed. “Fine, whatever.” He snagged Sanji around the waist and hauled him away from the door, ignoring Sanji’s sleepy sputtering. “Go ahead, get in.” Luffy perked up and darted inside. He kicked Zoro’s pants out of the way and jumped on the rumpled bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling in the middle. He watched Zoro talk Sanji down from his fluffy panic attack with slow neck kisses and a lot of grab-hands. Luffy swished it around. Did he want that for himself? To do it to somebody, or have somebody do it to him? They seemed happy doing it – Sanji was calming down, and Zoro’s forehead was smooth as butter against Sanji’s shoulder, but… Bleh. Bleh. Zoro nipped Sanji’s ear, teeth flashing in the moonlight. Sanji sagged, head knocking back on Zoro’s bare shoulder. Hmm. Nope. Luffy was glad they liked it, though. He patted the bed next to him, comforter puffing up. “C’mon, I’m sleepy!”
a screenshot of a Word document. It reads: Zoro pushed Sanji towards the bed, ignoring his whining as he tucked Sanji in tight. Luffy wrapped around Sanji as Zoro got in the other side, nuzzling into Sanji’s hairy shoulder. Sanji sighed, the rest of his tension releasing. “You both do realize that this is extremely weird,” he said. Zoro huffed. “Yeah, you get used to it.” Luffy closed his eyes and sniffed Sanji, cigarettes and toothpaste and funky BO. Was that what sex smelled like? Gross. Zoro kicked Luffy under the blankets. “If you’re gonna take the middle, you gotta scoot over.” Luffy scooched in, tucking his feet under Sanji’s knee. Sanji grumbled, but turned enough to hold Luffy back, burying his hand in Luffy’s hair, his beard scratchy on Luffy’s forehead. “This is my life now,” Sanji moaned. “Beholden to the whims of two cuttlefish that are allergic to shirts and with the tastes of a Labrador retriever.” He sighed again. “Is this gonna happen every night?” Luffy smiled. “That sounds nice.” He flopped his top arm over Sanji’s belly, hooking his fingers in Sanji’s saint medallion chain. “I don’t wanna have sex with you, though.” Zoro snorted while Sanji squawked. “See? Told you.” Zoro rolled away from them, pressing his back to Luffy’s. “Night.” Luffy closed his eyes, Sanji’s heartbeat thudding away under his ear. “Night.”
you and me and your friend Luffy for #wipwednesday on #ghosthunterau
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A morning #wipwednesday of #ghosthunterau feeling forgotten emotions in the grocery store, as you do
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A screenshot of a Google document on night mode. It reads; Sanji hadn’t even needed a blanket last night. Zoro’s body heat and squid arms kept him warm, even though they had barely even kissed before falling asleep. Zoro was too busy pulling Sanji’s trauma out of him like a tangled fishing line, greasing it with his own stories about his weird, wild life wandering around the world hunting ghosts and putting himself in startlingly precarious situations. It was a bit of a miracle that he hadn’t died before Luffy found him, honestly. Sanji got so distracted yelling at him about how he was no longer allowed to just accept some weird guy’s invitations to their house across town that he didn’t even notice he had spent ten minutes whinging about Zeff until Zoro laughed a little too loudly at Sanji retelling the story of his first cigarette. It had felt… good. Blisteringly domestic. Really nice, actually. God, Sanji was not looking forward to the drop once this storm was over and he went back to sleeping alone. “It was weird,” Zoro said, pulling Sanji out of his spiral before it got too deep. “Waking up still.” Sanji frowned at his tomato and eggs. “What the fuck does that mean?” “The boat rocks, babe.” A zing lanced through Sanji, but Zoro just yawned. “Guess I’d gotten more used to it than I thought.” Sanji cleared his throat. “That makes sense,” he croaked. He felt a bit like a human Taser, crackling with electricity, waiting for a target. “Since when are we at ‘babe’ levels?” he snapped – shit. He swallowed. “Um. I’m not – That didn’t come out-” Zoro pinched his hip. “Shu’up.” Sanji did. Zoro sighed. “Just – slipped out,” he muttered. “Won’t happen again.” Sanji hissed. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He plated the crinkled tomato slices, then eased his spatula under the eggs to flip them. Over mediums were better in sandwiches – although it was tempting to make these idiots spray yolk all over themselves with the first bite. “It’s just – it’s annoying that you’re bet…
A screenshot of a Google doc on night mode. It reads: Zoro chuckled, swaying them in place. “I’ll fight you,” he promised, “after coffee.” Sanji sighed. “One track mind.” Okay, he really needed to get the bread before the tomatoes died. He turned in Zoro’s hold, nudging Zoro’s head off his shoulder so he didn’t clock the buffoon in his bad eye. Zoro nuzzled into his palm, breath ghosting down Sanji’s arm. He looked… he looked. Sanji chewed his tongue. The ambient heat of the stove at his back was nothing compared to the press of Zoro’s bare chest and the weight of his one eye. Sanji was so fucked. “Can you go fetch Luffy and bring him inside – love?” Ants crawled up Sanji’s brain stem. Zoro just blinked at him. Sanji gulped. “Breakfast will be ready in five.” Be normal, be normal, be normal. Zoro blinked again. “How come Luffy gets a cute Spanish nickname and I’m just ‘love’?” Oh, never mind, Sanji was going to kill him. Zoro scowled. “I thought you were a romantic. Can’t you try harder?” Sanji shoved him away so he could roundhouse Zoro in the ribs. “Get out of my kitchen, you rotten vegetable!” Zoro laughed as he danced away from Sanji’s wild feet, sneering at Sanji before disappearing out the back. Sanji huffed, shoulders heaving – shit, fuck, his eggs. He darted to the stove, plating everything like it was the dinner rush, blood hot. Fucking asshole. Sanji would show him what trying hard looked like!
I'm actually out of my house all day, so here's a #wipwednesday taken from the #ghosthunterau gdoc on my phone. They're disgusting I hate them
15. pick a wip and talk about it - I feel like I talk about my #ghosthunterau enough here already xDD check out the tag for more if you want
7. latest fic I wrote - I mean. #ghosthunterau. i'm coming up on the year mark from first posting, hopefully I can finish it in time for that archiveofourown.org/works/55911799
character sketch profiles of Leo and Kiwi
a few more side characters that are gonna make cameo/mentioned appearances :) #art #ghosthunterau
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i'm still fighting this #ghosthunterau chapter with both hands, but it's kind of starting to take shape... i think #wipwednesday
I liked this luffy so I cleaned him up :) #art #ghosthunterau
a sketch of Sanji, smiling at the camera, with the caption "Thanks for the support, five!"
a sketch of Chopper, smiling at the camera, with the caption "Thanks for the support, book_wyrm!"
a sketch of Robin, smiling at the camera, with the caption "Thanks for the support, replicante!"
a sketch of Franky, smiling at the camera, with the caption "Thanks for the support, mnemosyne!"
#art #ghosthunterau round 1 complete :)
me drawing things for other people when they didn't ask for it: this is the most self-indulgent thing I've ever drawn #art #ghosthunterau
A picture of 5 sheets of paper taped to a wall. Each sheet has a different date on it, from Wed, Oct 4 to Sun, Oct 8.
I've been working in person all day so I don't have a real #wipwednesday, but insight into my latest attempt into figuring out what the fuck I'm gonna do with my last #ghosthunterau chapter....
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it's #wipwednesday time, and I'm finally doing the thing in #ghosthunterau I've been building to for 125k - tackling luffy's grief
a screenshot of a Word document. It reads: Nami checked her phone as she waited for riders at the market. The hurricane maps had only gotten more serious as the week had passed. Classes were cancelled until Monday for all the schools in town, including hers and Chopper’s. Sanji was panicking about Zeff and the Baratie’s safety, but that was a bit of a baseline state for him, so whatever. Robin and Franky’s workplaces were making plans, Luffy’s boat was absolutely about to get hauled to a dry dock inland, Usopp’s various gigs were evaporating, and Nami was still working. She leaned on her handlebars, scowling at the brick market behind her sunglasses. Arlong had put his foot down and refused to entertain any of the fleet backing out of their shifts, insisting the schedule remain unchanged even as the city collapsed around them. The tourists were still here, after all, for now. Did he expect Nami to rent a kayak and paddle tourists through floodwaters to a closed High Cotton? Fuck that shit. If the state issued evacuation orders (and all the local news Twitter chatter said they were coming that afternoon), she wasn’t sticking around. Well, not down here at the market part of downtown, at least. Her boys probably weren’t going anywhere unless she drove them. Her baby could barely fit all their fat asses inside as people, much less a long weekend’s worth of their shit. They were going to stay, and she would probably stay with them. Where would she even go? “Excuse me, are you free?” an older lady asked. Nami sat up and put her phone away, pulling out her customer service smile instead. One more ride. One ride at a time.
the hurricane is coming #wipwednesday #ghosthunterau
a screenshot of a Word document. It reads: “Did all of this come from your pants?” Usopp did not screech, thank you very much. “Is that a gun?” “It can’t hurt living matter,” Zorro explained, like that explained anything. “Unless I hit you over the head with it, I guess.”
doing the classic "reading my project from the top to procrastinate working on it" move and this was a line that no one laughed at enough imo #ghosthunterau
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it's #wipwednesday and I didn't forget! writing zeff and sanji in #ghosthunterau is very very fun, they love each other so much and would rather eat their own fingers than say it out loud
