One Piece: ASL | Proud protective older brothers

You know what’s cute?

It’s Sabo hiding behind Luffy when he‘s scared of Ace.

“One dream”

“Please, I don’t want to lose any of my brothers. They’re all what I have..”

“When I first met him, he had a death reaper stare in his eyes..so cold..so empty.. I knew he had no one So I reached out..”

“..I remember”

Coloured !! I regretted not colouring it so I did it quickly on my phone ;~:

Sorry I’m late😭😭😭

This is commission gif for dear @heartlessdevin 

I wanted to draw Koalas chubby cheeks

sabo never met ace as an adult.  the last time they saw each other they were ten years old, and sabo was being taken away by his dad, and ace was yelling at him not to go.  we know this.

but consider again- that sabo never met ace as an adult.  he doesn’t know ace’s post-puberty voice sounded like.  if people mention to him how polite ace was, he’s probably like ?????? because he never saw that side of him.

when he pictures ace, he pictures him as a kid.  when he has nightmares about ace dying, ace is always a child in them, even though he knows that’s illogical.

there’s almost a distance it creates.  it doesn’t hurt him as much to see pictures of ace’s corpse (and for some sick reason, there were plenty of those after the war) or to look at his wanted posters because there’s some part of sabo that doesn’t register that person, that adult man, as being his ace.  the same ace he ran through the woods with for years.  the same ace that shared so many laughs and tears with him.

and it’s for that reason that when he goes to visit dadan and she shows him her scrapbooks of ace, he very nearly breaks down completely.  there they are, pictures of ace as a child, the ace that sabo knew, the ace he keeps dreaming about.  

and as he flips through the pages, he gets to see the ace that he knew grow up, slowly transform into the man whose corpse he’s seen in the newspaper, and it hurts so badly, because it’s so goddamn real.  the kid that he knew, the brother that he loved, really is the same person who was murdered on that day.  and he knew that.  of course he knew that.  but it feels different now.  the loss somehow feels even heavier.

that kid he knew is gone.  that kid he knew is never coming back.  that kid he knew grew up into a man and then he died and that’s the end of it and it goddamn hurts.

Well now I’m sad

OP | Source: Linrereren

❖ Permission to upload this was given by the artist

old ASL doodles I never finished back in the day, so now I’m using them for coloring practice.

I tried cintiq (in a school lab), and it was really fun. I wish I have more time to play with it.

thanks for requesting my boys :’)

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