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happy holidays! < 3

I didn’t get to finish all of my holiday arts, but here’s to the ones I did!

Myers Blythe x Donquixote Rosinante: The Nutcracker

Portgas E. Ignatius, featuring Flameseal ( @frillsinadress ): Ice Skating

Oskar x Peter ( @loganwritesprobably ): Tropical Vacation

Fey Tenrou x Trafalgar Law: The Polar Express “Believe”

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!

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TETSUUUUUU

° 9/12 👀

№9

Krampus

° for you: @elliotphonix

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TETSUUUUU OMG

a bunch of doodle pages of me and my mooties oh ceeeesss !!!

(@immortal-raine’s mylo, @chialattea’s feli, & @elliotrivriv’s tetsu)

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SQUEEEEE

A few commissions I’ve recently had the pleasure of doing for people 💌

@elliotrivriv @frillsinadress @queenmimi2817 (plus one that isn’t on tumblr!)

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SQUEEEEEEE

Day 20 - Touch Starved

Pearl belongs to @frillsinadress

Tags/Warnings: Mihawk/Pearl, fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship, Mihawk’s POV, brief implications of sex Word Count: 377

It was hard to be separated so often. Mihawk hadn’t been someone who sought out physical contact, or emotional comforts. Until he met Pearl, that is. Meeting her turned his entire world upside down, changing everything he thought he knew about himself until he was a newer, better version of himself. He’d thought he was too old for that, after all they say an old dog can’t be taught new tricks, but here he was laying in bed alone, wishing she were beside him. 

As he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, Mihawk’s mind conjured the image of his lover, arms open and waiting for him. He closed the space between them and lifted her into his arms, spinning her around before leaning down to press their lips together, passionate but not lustful. Yearning. He missed her so profoundly when he couldn’t see her, their positions in the world preventing them from being together too often, and certainly meant they shouldn’t be seen together in public. The limited time they did get to spend together was often interrupted by required public appearances, such was Pearl’s work, and in those moments he had to pretend to be just another fan, another man in the audience watching her perform.

He hated that.

He was so much more than those other men and women, he was the man that she had chosen to keep by her side, the man who could make her smile as well as moan. And well, all the other activities they got up to in bed. No other man had that privilege, at least not in the present day, but the men who came before didn’t matter to Mihawk because they weren’t the one currently on her mind. That was him.

Soon, he’d be on his way to see her again. Mihawk looked forward to that next meeting. Being able to wrap her in his embrace and bask in the feeling of her soft skin on his, her lipstick smeared over his face and neck, her smaller hand in his, and her delicate fingers between his own calloused ones.

Pearl made him soft like few else, and next to nobody before her. If he were to lose her, the entire globe would feel his wrath.

Tag List: @claryeverlarkf @uselessboots @cainnoable @categoryace

If you'd like to tip me, Kofi

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GRAAAA A THOUSAND KISSES TO SABO!!!!!

Ruffle his hair and give that man 1000 kisses!!!

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whitebeard pirate doodles and headcanons!!!

some misc headcanons bc I love them lots </3

Marco has terribly illegible doctor handwriting that only the nurses are able to read. It induces a headache to anyone else who attempts to read it

Haruta was the youngest/only child in his family of nobles who was allowed to do anything he wanted; except for his true dream- to play music. His family forbade it, so he ran away and joined the Whitebeard pirates as a musician

Blamenco is Haruta’s biggest fan and always stores random instruments in his cheek pockets for sudden performances

Thatch runs over to Ace to hand him a pot full of water when he starts getting angry because he knows it reaches boil faster in his hands

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OMG THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD YOU CAPTURED PEARL AND SHANKS RELATIONSHIP SO WELL THANK YOU

─ Anchored Hearts

✎ shanks x pearl

♦︎fic type: one-shot, fic-trade

♦︎ summary: through the motivation of their daughter Uta, Shanks and Pearl stop dancing around eachother and finally go on their long awaited date.

♦︎word count: 2.5k

♦︎warnings: None

♦︎a/n: this is another fic trade done with a friend, I don't remember their @ but till definitely tag them once I find it! I loved writing Pearl, she's a find character and her relationship with Shanks is cute!

The soft hum of the sea carried a gentle breeze through the village, rustling leaves and tugging at colorful festival banners strung from building to building. The sky, a tapestry of fading oranges and deepening purples, signaled the start of the festival’s evening celebration. Among the crowd that gathered for the festivities, Pearl stood out like a rare gem washed ashore. Her powder blue hair cascaded down in soft waves, catching the last rays of sunlight, and her fair skin almost glowed in the twilight. Her posture was poised, refined; her serene smile framed by lips that spoke with a melody so smooth it could calm the fiercest storm.

Pearl had always carried herself with a regal grace, elegance embedded in every movement. She walked with an air of timeless confidence, speaking to everyone with the warmth of an old friend, even if they had just met. Yet beneath this public composure, there was a fire—something more opinionated, more raw, that only her closest companions ever witnessed.

This evening, that sharpness was dialed back. She was content, savoring the festival atmosphere, her eyes flickering across the twinkling lights and the sea of happy faces, but occasionally her gaze would drift to Shanks, standing nearby, his broad frame illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. Uta, Shanks' daughter, was fluttering between them with barely contained excitement, her bright eyes glinting with mischief. At just eleven years old, Uta was already far too clever for her own good, and Pearl could see right through her little charade.

Still, she let Uta play her games. There was something charming in the girl’s attempts to set her father and Pearl up, even though Pearl and Shanks were already well aware of her intentions. Pearl smiled inwardly as Uta darted between villagers, whispering and plotting. The child wasn’t subtle, not in the slightest, but Pearl admired her spirit. The girl saw something between her and Shanks—something she desperately wanted to nurture, and Pearl wouldn't deny that she wanted that something to become more as well.

As for Shanks, he stood a few paces away, laughing with a few crewmates, his eyes always drawn back to Pearl as though pulled by an invisible thread. His gaze, warm and affectionate, made her feel more grounded than she had in years. She had sailed with many, walked through many villages, but there was something about being near Shanks that made her feel… safe, in a way she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time. The festivities ramped up around them, with villagers gathering to play games and share food, but Pearl remained calm, observing everything with an amused glint in her eyes. She knew what was coming next—Uta had made it so painfully obvious that Pearl couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. But, for the sake of the girl’s delight, she pretended ignorance.

"Mom, Mom!" Uta’s high-pitched voice cut through the noise of the festival, her small frame barreling toward her with a grin too wide to be innocent. "There’s this game I want you to try! I already told Dad." Shanks wandered over, grinning like the fool he was, hands resting casually in his pockets. "Looks like we’ve both been summoned." Pearl tilted her head, giving Shanks a knowing look that he returned with a playful wink. "I see. How could I refuse such a gracious invitation?" Uta led them toward a game booth, her energy infectious as she bounced ahead. Pearl followed at her own pace, moving with the deliberate elegance that came naturally to her. Every step purposeful, every glance measured. Shanks walked beside her, his presence comforting, though the tension between them simmered quietly beneath the surface.

As they approached the booth, Pearl noticed the game involved throwing rings onto the necks of bottles, a child’s game. Her lips twitched in amusement. "Don’t worry, Pearl," Shanks said, leaning slightly toward her. "I'll go easy on you." Pearl raised a delicate eyebrow, her smile widening into something more mischievous. "That won’t be necessary. But please, try not to cry when I win." Uta giggled from behind the counter, barely able to contain her excitement as the two adults bantered. They each took their rings, Shanks tossing his with an almost casual arrogance that missed entirely, causing Uta to burst into laughter. Pearl, on the other hand, measured her throw with precision, easily hooking the ring around the bottle’s neck. "I guess I’m no good at carnival games." Shanks scratched his head sheepishly, though the smile never left his face. "Looks like the mighty Red-Haired Shanks can’t handle a simple game of rings," Pearl teased, her voice lilting with amusement. There was an easiness between them that felt natural, as though they had been playing these games their whole lives.

As the night wore on, Pearl and Shanks found themselves moving through the festival together, whether playing more games, sampling the village’s cuisine, or watching local performances. All the while, Uta hovered nearby, orchestrating the events, no doubt pushing them closer and closer. When the fireworks finally lit up the night sky, painting the darkness with brilliant colors, Pearl stood at the edge of the village square, her eyes reflecting the dazzling display above. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice low, almost as if she were speaking more to herself than to him. Shanks stood beside her, his usual playful demeanor softened into something quieter, more introspective.

“It is,” Shanks replied, though his eyes weren’t on the sky. Instead, they lingered on Pearls, who seemed to be lost in thought as they locked eyes. Her eyes were much softer, not like her usual calculating glances, her eyes held a calmness to them. A warmth, perhaps, that Shanks wasn’t used to seeing so openly from her, however, he was glad he could witness this warmth radiating from her. Uta reappeared at that moment, tugging at Pearl’s sleeve. “There’s one more thing!” she said excitedly. “I’ve planned a dinner for you and Dad—just the two of you! It’s by the beach, at sunset. I know you’ll love it!” Pearl exchanged a glance with Shanks, and they both smiled knowingly. Uta’s intentions had been clear from the beginning, but neither of them had the heart to spoil her fun. Besides, the idea of a quiet dinner with Shanks sounded… nice. More than nice, even.

Uta led them to a secluded spot near the edge of the village, where a small table was set up, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Overhead, someone had hung a sprig of mistletoe, though it was the middle of spring, and Pearl couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. “She really went all out,” Pearl said, shaking her head with fondness. Shanks grinned, pulling out a chair for her. “What can I say? Our girl’s got big dreams.” As they sat down, the last of the sun’s rays stretched across the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water. The moment felt almost surreal—too perfect, too calm for the life they led. But Pearl wasn’t one to question such things. She leaned into the peacefulness, allowing herself to enjoy the low hum of the evening.

"So,” Pearl began, leaning forward slightly, her voice smooth as she rested her chin on her hand, her hat casting a soft shadow over her face; Shanks' heart skipped at the sight of her ethereal smile. “You’ve been rather quiet about your intentions tonight. Was this really all Uta’s doing, or did you have a hand in it?” Shanks grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’ll admit, I didn’t stop her from making plans. But you can’t blame me for wanting to spend more time with you, can you?” Pearl raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Oh, so now the truth comes out. You’re the one behind this elaborate setup.” Shanks chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t go that far. But if Uta wants to give me a little nudge, who am I to stop her?” Pearl leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “And what exactly do you plan to do with this ‘nudge,’ Red-Hair?”

Shanks met her gaze, his smile softening as he leaned forward, his voice low and teasing. “Well, I was thinking I’d make the most of it.” Pearl tilted her head, her smile coy. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” Shanks’ grin widened, his voice taking on a more flirtatious tone. “I suppose that depends on how much you’re willing to let me.” Pearl’s laughter bubbled up again, her eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” “And you like it,” Shanks replied, his tone playful yet confident. Pearl’s smirk grew as she took a sip of her water, her gaze never leaving his. “Perhaps.”

Throughout the evening they continued their playful banter and light flirting, unable to ignore the warmth growing on their cheeks from each compliment. They happily enjoyed eachother's presence and attention but as a bundle of mistletoe dangled above them, catching Pearl’s eye once again, she found herself laughing. “What?” Shanks asked, though he was already smiling in that disarmingly charming way of his. “Uta really has an eye for detail,” Pearl said, gesturing to the mistletoe. “A bit out of season, don’t you think?” Shanks looked up, his grin widening as he took in the scene. “Yeah, but I think we should play along, don’t you?” Pearl felt her heart skip a beat, though she kept her composure as she met his gaze. “Oh, so now you’re a stickler for tradition?”

“Only when it suits me,” Shanks replied, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, his eyes never leaving hers. For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this small bubble of time. Shanks leaned in first, closing the distance between them with an easy confidence, but Pearl was the one who closed her eyes and met him halfway. Their lips brushed softly, the kiss tender and unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world. The world around them seemed to fall away as their lips connected, Pearl's mind spinning from the warmth of his mouth. She could taste the faint hint of sea salt on him, mixed with a surprising sweetness, like cherries. It was a little unexpected—rough around the edges, but with an undeniable softness that made her heart skip a beat.

Shanks, on the other hand, was lost in the feel of her lips. They were softer than he had imagined, even in his wildest daydreams. He’d been waiting for this—longer than he cared to admit—and now that it was happening, it felt better than he’d ever thought it could. Her lips moved against his with a grace that left him breathless, her warmth sinking into him with every second that passed. He kept it gentle, slower than the rush of the moment might have urged him to, savoring every bit of it. To his surprise, she kissed him back with just as much restraint, a tenderness he hadn’t expected. For someone so strong and confident, Pearl let herself melt into the kiss, and Shanks reveled in the sensation. His thumb lightly brushed her cheek as his other hand rested on the small of her back, pulling her just a bit closer. It wasn’t an overpowering gesture, but rather one of reassurance, as if to say he was there, holding her as carefully as he could.

Pearl, for her part, felt her pulse quicken. Despite the intensity of the moment, there was a certain gentleness in the way Shanks held her, in the way his lips moved slowly and deliberately against hers. She appreciated it—the care, the tenderness. It made her feel like he wasn’t just indulging in a moment of passion, but rather savoring her, treating her like she was something precious.

When they finally broke apart, Pearl’s eyes fluttered open, her breath still caught somewhere in her chest. Their gazes locked, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. Shanks’ boyish smirk had softened, the usual mischief replaced with something far more sincere. His eyes, though still twinkling with that familiar playful spark, now held a softness she hadn’t seen before. Pearl’s lips curled into a light giggle, unable to help herself as she watched him. There was something disarming about seeing this side of him—something that made her chest tighten in a way she hadn’t expected. Shanks grinned at the sound of her laughter, his arms pulling her just a little closer, as if afraid to let go. Without missing a beat, he leaned in again, this time pressing a series of small, affectionate kisses along her cheek. Each one was quick, playful, but there was a tenderness behind every peck that made Pearl’s heart flutter.

“You’re really laying it on thick, Captain,” Pearl teased, her voice light and amused, though she made no effort to pull away. Shanks chuckled against her skin, his breath warm as he continued to press more kisses along her cheek, pausing only to murmur, “Can’t help it. I’ve got a lot to make up for.” Pearl laughed again, the sound soft and almost shy, as she felt his lips brush against her skin repeatedly, leaving trails of warmth wherever he kissed her. There was something so endearing about the way he did it—his typical confidence replaced by an almost boyish eagerness. And yet, it didn’t feel rushed or overbearing. It felt… sweet. Like he was savoring every little moment with her.

Just as Shanks was about to place another kiss near the corner of her mouth, a small, familiar voice interrupted them from the shadows. Uta’s head popped up from behind a nearby bush, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Did it work?” she asked, her voice full of hope. Pearl and Shanks both burst into laughter, beckoning Uta over to join them at the table. “Yes, it worked,” Pearl said, her voice full of warmth as she pulled Uta into a hug. “You’ve done well.” Uta beamed with pride as she slid into the seat between them, looking between her father and Pearl with wide, excited eyes. “Are you happy?” Pearl smiled, her heart full as she exchanged a look with Shanks. “Yes,” she said softly, “very happy.” And as the three of them sat together, continuing their meal with the new addition, under the fading light of the sunset, Pearl felt a contentment she hadn’t known she needed.

The festival continued around them, with laughter and music floating on the air, but in this small corner of the world, everything felt still, peaceful. Pearl glanced at Shanks once more, catching the way his eyes softened when he looked at Uta, then at her. She hadn’t realized until now how much she’d been craving this—a sense of belonging, of family. The evening stretched on, and they lingered at the table long after the food had been eaten, lost in conversation. Uta’s presence only added to the warmth of the night, her innocent questions and bubbly personality making both adults laugh. And as the stars shimmered above them, casting a gentle glow over the quiet village, Pearl knew that this was just the beginning of something new. Something real. Something that, for once, felt like it could last.

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i just realized i have forgotten to post in a hot minute!! laugh out loud

anyways here are 3 one piece oc x canon art things i’ve did. first two are commissions for my lovely friend the famous @frillsinadress !! and the third is just one of my ocs.

(ᵕ—ᴗ—) let’s hope i become more consistent with my uploads…

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OMG THIS IS GOOD DIENSOWNSNSNS

Frills and Bundles

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Bound to your desk, you took to the task of testing out a new prototype of a dress Ivankov made for you. Not used to the frills and bundles, you become wrapped up in the feeling of it while your friend tries to halt his unhinged urges to do something about his pining.

Themes: Sabo x f!reader, 18+, NSFW, suggestive, Sabo is unhinged, Sabo is a little yandere, no smut - just fantasy, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader's birthday, fluff with an edge of spice beneath the surface.

Notes: Happy birthday @frillsinadress!! I hope you enjoy a small fic of Sabo longing and pining. May your day be glorious 🖤

Twin beady eyes gawked at you while sitting motionless atop your wooden desk. The shell on its back depicted the cross-hatched tattoo of your boss and leader of the revolutionary army. Your task for the day was to sit there and wait for the final report from Monkey D Dragon, and to organize a corresponding attack on the marines base with his direct orders as soon as he ordered them.

The full skirt attached to your hips gathered in heavy bunches in your lap, your chest rising and falling in strangled breaths beneath the constriction of the leathery corset Ivankov fashioned for you. Each element of the ruffled skirt weighed heavily on your hips regardless as to how you sat at your desk.

While the arrangement was beautiful, it was not at all practical while bound to the drawl of paperwork and snail-sitting. The reason you were dressed in this formal garb was specifically to train yourself how to act properly and daintily in order to infiltrate a gala, to gather intelligence for the revolutionary army in a reconnaissance mission within a small unit.

It was a bonus that you got to wear such a pretty arrangement on a day like today. Your birthday, to be exact.

While you never truly made a deal about yourself, never taking time off from your duties under Dragon to enjoy yourself, receiving the prototype from Ivankov did make you feel special in your own way. The extravagant array of frills and bundles waterfalling to the floor had the corners of your lips ticking up in a sweet smile.

Lost in your own world, you were yet to notice a presence leaning against the wooden post to your office door.

Head tilted, eyes examining, lips smiling, arms crossing, and foot tapping stood the flame emperor of the revolutionary army. Second in command under Dragon, your superior, who you answered to on occasion, and the man who recently became obsessed with you.

His obsession really seeped from the fact that you had only ever been kind and attentive to him: fetching his coat and hat when he left meetings, always dainty and poised regardless as to how well you were personally faring. From that brink came a spark within his chest that had him constantly feeling on edge. He was plagued with a lust that never seemed quenchable enough or satiated by his own pleasure while he fucked his fist to your fantasy.

Noticing your eyes left the two globes of the snail’s haunting and beady eyes to gawk down at your breasts hoisted in the corset, he felt morally obliged to do the same. As your hands traveled up to readjust them, you bunched the flesh in your hands and gave them a slight jiggle.

Sabo felt his mouth begin to water, salivating at the fantasy of picturing you palming them, while the other traveled beneath your skirts to give in to your need for release. Although all you were currently doing was toying and fussing with your seams, his mind had a way of running away with him when his eyes fell to you. Picturing all the thoughts he had of you pinching and fondling your naked breasts while he pistoned his cock, his mind for carried away as his gaze wandered lower.

His eyes stopped their mirage, hyper focussing on the fabrics bunched at your waist in an array of flowing frills. It was far too much material to get below the waist from the top. You would have to go from beneath to seek out that pretty pussy you've kept hidden from him.

Narrowing his gaze with a deep furrow of his brow, he concentrated on how much the material would prohibit such fun for you in an array of positions. The skirts almost seemed enough to hide another person beneath them.

Sabo could be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo wanted to be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo needed to dive beneath those skirts and consume your pleasure with his lips, tongue and teeth while his hands pried you apart and held you like that until you were clenching around him.

Shaking his head, he rid himself of those thoughts while gently coughing to alert you of his presence by the door.

“Sabo-!” you exclaimed, your hands frozen at their place fondling your breasts while shrouded in its corset. Face flushed, eyes wide, lips parting, and, in Sabo’s opinion, absolutely adorable: you had no idea how to react to being caught out squeezing at your breasts.

Gently smirking, he approached your station and removed his top-hat from his mop of tousled, blonde hair. Carding his digits through his locks, he sheepishly hung his head while his thighs brushed with your desk. Placing his hat down on your desk, he bit back his rising smirk and closed his eyes in humor.

“That-... Uh-...” He attempted to contain a chuckle from falling from his lips, “...New dress?” He continued to hold his eyes to the ground, peering at your fright through his peripherals.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, finally releasing your breasts from your hands.

“One of Ivankov’s?” He rose his eyes to meet your gaze. While he feigned an air of innocence about him, that unhinged side wanted nothing than to see how much more he could fluster you. “I like it on you. A lot, actually.” He leaned his hip up to sit on your desk, gently tilting the snail aside to avoid its awakened gaze.

“I-It is one of Iva’s, yes,” you stutter, blinking rapidly while he hovers ever closer to you. “Thank you for saying so.” You gave him a soft giggle to shrug off your nerves, returning to your usual posture with a grin, “Caught me at an odd moment, I won't lie to you. I'm not used to being so constricted by ruffles, frills and bundles. Anything for the cause, right?”

Sabo chuckled alongside you as you spoke, shaking his head lightly while he took you in.

“I don't blame you,” he shrugged, leaning forward and punching a portion of the fabric between his gloved fingers, “It's rather surreal, seeing you all dressed up like this.” Using a swift motion, he slowly dragged you towards him by the nape of your neck.

Rising to your feet with his motions, you allowed yourself to be tugged up by the flame emperor and drawn closer towards him. Your lips tingle with anticipation, never truly knowing the intention he was envisioning while you rose to stand before him. Sabo had always been a little unhinged with his conversation, and you would reciprocate indulgently with his unhinged commentary every now and again for your own, personal benefit.

Now fully standing in front of him, he rose to his feet and maintained contact with you by his gloved hand while walking around the desk. Reaching forward with his unoccupied hand, he claimed yours and gently indicated for you to spin slowly with him as your partner. To the betterment of your abilities, you allowed yourself to be spun in place, skirts bunching and swaying to a soundless melody.

“So pretty,” Sabo commented on your display alongside your garment, “Such a pretty dress, for such a pretty girl.” He halted your dance, placing both hands on your waist as he slowly moved himself closer. “Any wishes for your birthday? Anything I could do to help you out while you're bound in chains to the desk?”

You giggle at his comment, gently tapping his cravat with the backs of your hands in a playful shove. Shaking your head, you smoothed the sides of his navy jacket and fixed his collar. While you craved so desperately to give into your desires and ask him to satisfy the plague of lust branded into your mind of him beneath your skirts and satisfying you while you worked, you chose to behave.

“I have all I need here, sir,” you nodded towards your desk, “And I'll be here until Dragon tells me otherwise.”

“I could hide beneath your desk?” Sabo suggested, gently thumbing at your hips and bringing his lips up to your jaw before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, “I have the whole day spare. I can be right here with you, and I won't make a peep.”

You shook your head at your friend, releasing his collar from your hands and gave him a playful shove.

“No distractions. I need to be at my desk until Dragon dismisses me for the day,” you nodded with a hint of melancholy to your tone, “The cause comes before all else, including pretty blondes hiding beneath my desk. Thank you for your suggestion, though. I do appreciate the offer.”

“Even on your birthday?” he suggested with a soft pout, “You're more dedicated than most of us here. I promise, as soon as you get off and away from your desk, as your friend: I will give you a birthday you won't easily forget.”

You shook your head, gently parting Sabo on the chest and returning to sit back at your desk.

“Thank you, Sabo,” you smile up at the man by your side, “You're a good friend. I'm looking forward to it.”

Giving you one last smile, he reached down and claimed your hand in his. Slowly dragging it up to his lips, he maintained eye contact while he pressed a kiss tentatively on the top of your knuckles. While the action in and of itself was sweet, the hidden promise dancing behind his eyes was raw and feral.

He knew exactly how he was going to make your day unforgettable. Each element of his date was meticulously planned and laid before him. The cuisine you favored, the sweets you preferred, a menu to sate your appetite for food, followed by the absolute cure to quench the thirst gathering in the thick, raw, primal tension rising between you.

For now, he would be satisfied by peering up at you though his blonde eyelashes, while he pictured all the ways he was going to carve your day into your memory. Confessing his love for you, expressing how devoted he was to you, and demonstrating that declaration by unraveling you in more ways you could ever perceive by every part of him he'd make available to you.

Sabo would confess.

All he hopes if that you would feel the same, and allow him to explore that with you.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory

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BEAUTIFUL ART I AM CRYING

° 🦭🌌

"This is an ancient shell that my mother gave me a long time ago.

Hold it to your ear and listen carefully... You will hear the song of the sea."

° for you: @frillsinadress ����

As soon as I read that your character had a seal zoan, I imagined her as selkie, inspired by Song of the Sea 🤧

° 📼 video from: Carnaby (YouTube)

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A happy boy

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WHITE BALL

characters : ace , taiko , tetsu ,  mysterious guest.

warnings : none !

word count : 0.9k

authors note : first post about my doomed poly ship - blood sweat and tears ! tetsu is owned by @elliotrivriv and this was my first major piece on em! heavily inspired by the song by the same name by miracle musical!

winter islands typically were a mixed bag. the snow made it hard for certain islands to get proper resources, so if they had gotten a particularly bad storm supplies may be gone for a while. that is what had happened to this particular island, mixed with a spreadable flu and it made for a terrible trap. 

the cure pirates were welcomed eagerly and within that same day cured the spreading illnesses. all that was left was to monitor the patients to ensure a steady recovery. after a short morning shift taiko had gotten the rest of the day to relax per her crew after a rough day of bloodletting. 

she left the medic building and trudged back to the hotel inn she and her partners were staying at. the coat around her protected her from the frost but to her it would never be enough. on the walk back she caught the sight of a bakery and considered buying something to take back. turning to do so, her name was called and she whipped her head to see the sight of her shorter lover. 

“tetsu! where is your scarf, i’m freezing just looking at you.” she scolded softly once he was closer, only spotting him wearing a coat.he bristled a bit, just as ace predicted she had gotten mad. 

“i was warmed by ace, its good don't worry. just wanted to walk you back to the room since you said you’d only be there a short while.” he replied, and taiko nodded. tetsu and ace were lucky enough to retain heat so well, while taiko was lost to the weather. either way him wanting to walk her back warmed her in an unspeakable way. in all her medicine knowledge and textbook data never did she realized how powerful a medicine love was. her hand wordlessly reached for his, shyly linking their fingers.

“theres a bakery, want to grab something for dinner?” she asked, coughing and looking at the building as to hide her reddened cheeks. tetsus hand was an accepted warmth as he led her into the store to look around. the bakery had some soup they were willing to part with as gratitude for their help, and some meat to throw into it. tetsu had already glared at the slight smile that found itself on her lips, knowing he would be the grill this meat found itself on but said nothing. 

the chatter back was quiet, and light— mostly talking about the patients and how they were doing. but conversation was conversation and taiko was only willing to talk so much if it was either tetsu or ace. she had opened up considerably to them, growing to trust them beyond anyone else. this was not one sided of course, with each of them blooming in their own ways around their partners. taiko still remembers the day marco said she was the closest to ever “domesticating” tetsu. 

she was thankful the inn was quiet, humming softly as tetsu unlocked the lock with a flick of his hand and opened the door for her. the room was pleasantly warm, making her sigh as she took off her heavy coat and boots. this must be aces doing, taiko mused as she ventured further in.  rustling could be heard from the side room and taiko was immediately jumped by her taller lover. she yelped as ace picked her up and spun her around, laughing at her shock. 

“you’re back!” he cheered as taiko steadied herself against him, bluntly glaring at him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“yea not from war, you’re being dramatic!” taiko rebutted, watching as ace trotted over towards the bed. 

“ace no.” she began, her glare sharpening as aces' smile only turned more mischievous. ace held her hips and wrestled her legs off, giggling under his breath as he adjusted her. 

she bickered with him for a moment until he lifted her from him and tossed her upon her, laughing at her playful yells. tetsu immediately weaved his arms around aces waist, lifting him and slamming him into the bed before jumping atop him. taiko groaned as both heavy males were piled atop her and the two scurried to give her some room while not fully getting off her. ace laid on his back and tugged taiko onto him, as taiko latched chest to chest to tetsu. she enjoyed this bundle they often found themselves in, taiko found a blissful joy in being able to catch the typical uncatchable tetsu and pepper his face with kisses. ace enjoyed being around the two, leaning his chin atop her shoulder and making her shiver and complain whenever he got a bit too cheeky with his affections. from his perch he also got to make dumb faces at tetsu, which he typically glared at or on special occasions would reciprocate in the childish act. tetsu relished in the gentle affections of the both, either the whispered words of assurance or the fingers that would eventually weave their way into his hair. 

as the three eventually found the sanctity of slumber, taiko couldn't help but smile at the comfort found in the embrace of her lover’s… 

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a snicker was heard as teach pulled the receiver away from taikos face, a dark chuckle rumbling his chest. cruel eyes stared down the slumped over form of taiko,

“is that good enough for you little brother? sate that ravenous appetite of yours?” he spoke with grit as he heard the dangerous low growl of tetsu from the other end. tetsus voice crackled, emotions clogging his throat as he was hit with the mixed feeling of relief and despair. taiko was alive - if one could even call the state she was in as truly living. but he hadn’t completely failed yet.

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - REDSONG

characters : shanks , pearl , uta , marco (mentioned) , a secret mention of a certain tragic oc of mine ;)

warnings : angst - some comfort , the threat of character death , feelings of helplessness.

word count : 0.6k

authors note : another of the prompts done! i wanna try to have two done a day, just so its a lot more manageable! but if more getg one, more get done. this was was championed by @loganwritesprobably - who chose the prompt via random number!

prompt : caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

shanks liked to call himself a capable man. anything he wished was at his fingertips. feared as a pirate, there were little problems he had to struggle with. 

maybe thats why he felt so helpless, watching her die. he had managed to stave off death so far, but it was an active threat. in the dim lighting of her room, a corner was ignited purely by the embers of her vivre card. pearl belon was at death's door, fighting a rapid infection and serious fever. at first he tried to be playful, especially when the others had managed to gather in a rare moment. his job was to ensure no one was too miserable before pearl, to ease her mind and let her focus on recovery. but as they all left, burdened by their own responsibilities shanks began to falter.

he carefully dipped the towel into the bucket of ice water, squeezing it tightly in his hand and placing it once again on her forehead. pearl softly whined, leading him to coo at her. 

“sorry beautiful, doctors orders.” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face as she shivered. pearl had always been an indomitable woman, steadfast in front of even the most devious of enemies. it was hard to really imagine this being his beautiful pearl. pale-faced and quaky, she had lost a lot of weight in her illness. all they could do was make her as comfortable as possible as they tracked down marco. the doctor could undoubtedly break the fever, and kill the stupid infection once and for all. if she had still been around then well — ah no matter, no point in thinking of avenues that he wasn't willing to go down. at least not yet. shanks was growing more and more tempted to raise gryphon once more to enact revenge that was well overdue. 

but for now he stood guard at her bedside, tending to her through the night. occasionally she broke through to consciousness, and he quickly moved to soothe her worries, gently convincing her that she was not a burden and that while he admired her devotion to him enough to die, shanks much preferred to have his wife alive. 

the door cracked open, and shanks rose his eyes to face whoever dared to intrude. only for his gaze to soften at the sight of his daughter. 

“how's mom doing?” uta asked softly, clinging to the door as she stared down pearl's slow breathing. no doubt she was overanalyzing everything and making the worst appear in that vivid mind of hers. shanks’ eyes shone in sadness as his hand reached out for her. uta's eyes watered, rushing to grab her father’s hand and collapse at his knee, burrowing her face in his lap as she began to sob. shanks sighed softly and combed his fingers through her split-toned hair. it was hard for anyone to watch their parents suffer, and while they all stayed strong it was impossible to expect perfection.

“do you..do you think she’ll live?” uta said between hiccups, looking at her sickly mother. it was hard to say, and shanks didn't want to completely wave away the possibility that they may be having a funeral rather than a celebration of her recovery. 

“you know pearl, she's a strong woman. a crafty one at that— she will do her best i'm sure of it.” he replied, hushing her cries as she desperately tried to hold back. uta felt a wetness on her head and she looked up to a sight she had never seen before. she rose to hug her father as he tightly held her close, the two continuing in their crying. never had the two dreamed to imagine that pearl would be in such a predicament, and there was feasibly nothing they could do but wait.

 it was so terribly difficult to keep their spirits up, sometimes this was warranted. 

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - FLAME SEAL

characters : sabo , cornelia

warnings : kissing ? pre - established relationship , mentions of one piece spoilers for lulusia.

word count : 0.6k

authors note : welcome to a new mini series i'm doing! this is for the non sexual acts of intimacy prompts linked HERE. its mainly a way for me to keep busy at work… cuz it can get a bit boring and doing 500~ word mini-fics keeps me entertained and creative! i asked the opoc server what of my oc x canon ships they'd like to see and had people randomly pick numbers! for anyone tryna see their number based on the list? i changed the other of em AND i didn't use all of them, so gg~. flameseal won the popular vote so we start with them next is a redsong piece!

prompt : forehead or cheek kisses . . . 

the life of a revolutionary was a hard one, but fulfilling nonetheless sabo came to find. the gritty adventures, running from the law and living for the freedom. at times it was unbearable, the conditions of the missions, the threat of death— it all was such a gamble. but things made it worth it like the jubilations of the newly freed, or the realization you are a part of history. sabo had been off on a mission for a week, delicately spinning the webs of change for the world. after the revolutionary army declared war on the world government, they were busy. free time had trickled away and everyone in the higher ranks was pulling all-nighters — or so he had heard.

he adjusted his hat, brushing out his blonde hair and allowing the wind to rustle the locks before setting it back atop his head. his coat billowing in the breeze, and in that moment he felt he was on top of the world with the adrenaline of the victory still rushing in his veins. he couldn't wait to go back home, back to his bed — his , oh who was he kidding? he wanted to see cornelia. the woman had plagued his mind, constantly itching to ring her snail before he turned in for every night. he knew she wouldn't answer, and never would dream of potentially contributing to his cover being blown. after lulusia she was unwilling to take chances as he had. suffice to say he was suffering from severe cornelia withdrawals.

he had paced the ships deck about 8 times, back and forth in anticipation for those blessed words,

“land ho!”

sabo felt his enthusiasm skyrocket, walking briskly to the rail to watch the port growing closer. as they neared, he spotted the figure of friends but not of his beloved. this wasn't too shocking, cornelia was probably face first in documents. but curiously, one of the waiting bystanders raised a snail receiver to their lips… a few minutes later he watched cornelia barreling down the docks just as sabo was getting off the gangplank.

“sabbooooooo” she cried, arms opening as she rushed to greet him. he laughed, arms opening as he met her half way. his arms laced around her tightly, lifting her up as she giggled and leaned into him. he placed her down gently and smiled down at her,

“now i’m not discouraging this but i'm curious, why the warm welcome?” sabo asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. cornelia mirrored his smile as her hands reached to cup his cheeks and tug him down. his hand reached to steady his hat, but opted to remove it as cornelia pressed her lips to his cheek. she peppered kisses on both cheek, his forehead then his lips. sabo, being the absolute cheeky bastard he was, took the opportunity to dip her deeply, deepening the kiss in front of the entire crowd that began to hoot. he was rewarded with a squeak and her adorably flustered face when he pulled back and pulled them both upright.

she seemed to have shut down, face red and stuttering as she tried to pull herself together. the crowd waited with bated breath for her reaction. they expected her to stutter out a scolding, what they didn't expect was her grabbing his face and smashing her lips against his, this time catching sabo off guard. the crowd went wild! sabo smirked as he scooped her up, cornelia's legs automatically wrapping around his waist. the crowd hollered and cheered as their chief of staff swept away his lovely girlfriend and run off towards the base.

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Today's Seal Is: Defeated...

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cornsealia

Today's Seal Is: Onigiri