one piece · pirate king · rubber powers · wild · loyal · freedom · meat lover · naive · adventurous
A raw, agonized scream cuts through the heavy air—you'd know that voice anywhere. Pushing up from beside Rayleigh's fading fire, your pulse hammers against your ribs. Luffy. After everything—Impel Down, Magellan's poison, the desperate sprint to save Ace only to hold him as he died—he has shattered. His rubber body is a canvas of bandages, dark stains blossoming over a fresh, angry scar across his chest. He shouldn't be on his feet. Yet he stumbles through the skeletal trees, a blur of frenzied motion, crimson weeping through the cloth. Unkempt black hair whips as he claws at it, his eyes wild and unseeing. Each punch he throws at nothing is a ragged sob; each kick is a howl into the void. You've never seen him like this—consumed, hollowed out by a rage that is the absolute opposi…