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MY SHAYLAAAAA

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usopp and merry (photo reference)

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Strawberry Strawhat and his friends.

I will probably do the rest of the strawhats in the future (also some other characters *cof cof* y'know who *cof cof*)

Part 2: Sanji + Usopp

Inspired by this post! My mind exploted when I saw it, is definitely them. The personalities not so much but the color palletes and fruit themes yes.

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Strawberry Strawhat and his friends: Part 2!

I had to get them out of my head before they escaped.

Part 1: Romance dawn trio

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Lightweight ⚡💪

Drop this and dissappear for another 3 days (just kidding... unless...)

My OP Fanart Masterlist 2025

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Zoro didn't knew how to do it whole trip,,, anxious guy about love topics

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Daily usopp doodles - day 3

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original under the cut

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Mark knew he'd mess up his chances at some point. He wasn't prefect. In he fact he was always messing things up for himself.

But did it have to be now!?

Right now when you were sitting oh so closely on his lap, kissing him breathless in a way you hadn't before. God, he could spend days here, hands squishing you softly as you pushed him back onto the bed. You were so warm, and you smelt so good, tasted good. Everything was just so good about you. He hoped you thought the same about him.

Wait, what was that? You were saying something. He's not sure what though.

But he knew he liked that thrill running through him as you whispered in his ear, kissing sweetly down his neck, hand dragging down his chest.

His eyes were shut, smile steady as he took deep breaths. He couldn't get enough of this feeling.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt, kissing his lips once more, sucking in a way that had him unconsciously gripping the sheets.

This was heaven. This was what he was gonna remember right before he dies. This was ... this was amazing.

You hand was under his shirt, rubbing the second layer cloth separating his skin from yours and laughed breathily. God that laugh ....

You pulled back, saying something again before lifting up his first shirt.

He raised his arms to help you out.

Hm? Wait ... did you stop? But why? You were so close ...!

"Hey, what's wrong?" He breathed out, looking at you finally.

You were looking down, hands still holding up his shirt to his chest. You looked ... shocked?

Why? What'd he do?

"Wha-"

"You're Invincible."

He froze.

"Wh-what?"

"You're Invincible." You iterated again, meeting his eyes. "You're the Invincible!"

Uh oh ...

He quickly pulled his shirt back down to hide that familiar suit of blacks, blues, and yellows. He had completely forgot that he wore the damn thing underneath all his clothes.

"What? No, no, I'm not. It's just uh ... uhm ... I-I'm just a big fan! Yeah ... yeah. But I'm not Invincible!"

His voice had reached an embarrassing falsetto in some points. Face pink for different reasons now.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look back at you. Your eyes were wild with ... well, he's not entirely sure what. But he hoped it wasn't something bad.

"Yes, you are!" You exclaimed.

Then you took your other hand and raised it up to cover the upper part of his face.

"Yes you are!" You insisted. "Where's your mask? Lemme see!"

He sighed. Guess the best thing he could do was just tell you the truth and hope you'd understand.

Much to his disappointment, he guided you off his lap, stripped -in a not so sexy way- and put on the final piece of his costume.

"Listen, I know it's kind of a big secret to have kept from you, but please try to understand why I did it. There's so much that people don't know goes on with heroes and I just ... I couldn't ... I didn't want to risk you getting caught up in it ... I ...."

He was being his most sincere. Prepared to say more to try and convince you to forgive him, to give him a chance.

But you didn't really seem to be listening. Covering your mouth with both hands as you stared at him.

"Mark." You said.

And he felt himself deflate, like a puppy about to get reprimanded by his owner. He opened his mouth to say something else.

But you cut him off with a grin, giving happy little hops before running up to circle around him.

"Mark! Do you have any idea how cool that is? You're Invincible!"

He held a finger to his lips, brow sad and worried behind his mask. "Don't say it so loud."

"Sorry. But Mark!" You were sparkling.

And that really confused him.

You started going on and on about something or other about his heroic side. While he was preparing himself for that switch, for the prank to come in, the sting of your anger and hurt for lying to you for so long.

That never came though.

Just a gasp followed by a, "Can I try it on?"

What?

"I'm sorry? Should ...? Shouldn't you be like ... planning to dump me or something?"

"Why would I do that? If I said you were stuck with me before, I really mean it now. I got a superhero boyfriend!" You whisper yelled the last part.

Then you gasped again, running over to the book shelf, pulling out some comic, flipping through the pages and pointing to the images.

"We should totally act out this scene at some point!"

What?

"You're not ...? Mad?"

"What? No! Why would I be? Mark we should totally do this scene too!"

You went on and on, explaining some other thing the hero did after their partner got saved.

Your enthusiasm would've been quickly picked up and drawn out by him had this been a different time. But he was so ready for the worst reaction, he was a deer in headlights after getting the best.

"You're ... not messing with me right now?"

"Huh?" You watched him for a moment, seeming to notice his reaction now, then went over with a soft smile.

You put the book down then took off his mask. "Mark, if you think your gonna give me the biggest surprise ever and think I'll be upset, then you got a few screws loose in there."

You ran your fingers through his hair, the action causing him to close his eyes and lean into you. "Sure, there could've been a better time to have told me, but I would've been excited either way. I mean, how often do you think I get the chance to be the hero's love interest? Never! Wouldn't you be happy too if I said I was a hero to my ordinary boyfriend?"

"Yeah ... I would." He murmured.

He rested his chin in your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist in a familiar motion. It was a comforting action that always made his worries melt away. He smiled, taking in that nice scent that he knew belonged to you.

"Exactly."

You stood there for a moment, quiet and content under the streaking moonlight coming from beyond the curtains.

He couldn't have asked for a better you. Maybe now he wouldn't have to feel so guilty for needing to reschedule all of your plans. And since you know his secret, there's no reason he can't use his powers to surprise you even more. Maybe now he could fly you out to that niche little shop in that far off country you've been talking about this weekend. And maybe you could start acting out all of those romantic scenes you two read about.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?" He loved when you weren't mad at him.

He felt your fingers tracing along his hips. "Don't you think you should still take this off though?"

... Woah ...

Maybe he didn't ruin his chances tonight after all.

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USOPP WITH PIERCINGS 😫💖💖

some expressions from one of those old tumblr facial expression charts

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LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

STOP DRAWING USOPP WITH PALE SKIN!!!!!

STOP DRAWING USOPP WITH WAVY HAIR!!!!!

AND FOR GOD’S SAKE STOP WITH THE MINSTREL LIPS!!!!!

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brainstorming 🎀🪲

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he needs it….

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invinciwoke

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the moment a writer starts hating on amber or using her as a “villain” in a mark x reader fanfic i drop the shit so fast. i’m so not interested in the villianizing this already poor disposable black girlfriend stereotype when there’s proof she fully supports eve and mark — so why wouldn’t she approve of reader and mark??

literally some of the fandom writes her off as the worst gf ever because of s1 as if she didn’t change & also made it known in their breakup that she knows she’s acting for “too much” from him and being selfish.

my girl deserves better 😞

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I <3 you

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Continuation of this... But can be read as a standalone fic!

It started with dreams. Vivid visions of him in your sleep. The first time it happened, you thought it's because you consumed too much of the media he's in, comics, shows, movies, games, it's only natural that you see him here too. As a fan, you're ecstatic that he's in front of you, but he seems to feel more strongly about that.

The first time it happened, you two stood in a white void, with him looking haggard, panting to catch his breath and looking at you with wide blown eyes. He tried to reach out with shaky hands but the moment he touched you, you woke up.

The second time has him calmer than the earlier encounter. You two are still in that white void, but instead of immediately going to your side, you two sat in front of each other, fidgeting to pass time. He didn't spoke, just stared at you. You wonder if your brain can't conjure a voice due to how many actors that played him before.

If you much tried to move a muscle, his eyes snaps at you, ready to act at the slightest movement. Why is he so... jittery? He looks like he's close to a breakdown whenever he looks at you.

"___?"

He broke at the sound of his name from your lips.

You woke up after that.

Your weird dreams came frequently after, unlike the occasional, once-a-month appearance. Your silent and awkward exchanges continued for a few more nights, but he gradually got better at communicating, for better or for worse, and you two finally had a decent conversation on the fifth night. You wonder why he was so nervous back then? If there's someone who's supposed to be tweaking, it's you. He's... HIM! HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU—!

Your brain seem to have him as the main reference for what to show you every night. You thank yourself for that, being able to see him even when you're asleep is a plus points in your book, no matter how weird he acts when you meet. Besides, you get to actually know him beyond the media he's in, even if you're debating that whatever he said are just headcanons conjured in your head.

But looking back, it feeds in the pain of your heart. You'd long accepted that he doesn't exist, that his fate is already written and that he'll continue to live even after you're gone. For every issue, for every author, you've seen how his life unfold, his partners and families. You're just a reader, a fan, who observes everything from the sidelines, forever unknown to the person you admire.

Every time you read a new issue or watch another episode, you can't help that your eyes follows him. Was this how he felt when you meet in your dreams? You remember how your comics seems to show you strange panels, does that apply to the shows too? That sounds ridiculous, there's only one show that everyone's watching right now, he can't possibly—

Your breath hitched when he looked at the audience. Was that supposed to happen? Why is he looking like he's in pain? Why is he smiling like that?

A tear falls from your eye.

Tonight, you decided to talk to him. Even if it's a dream, at least you'll be able to have closure in this tragic love of yours. Again, you found yourself opening your eyes in that strange void you first met him with.

He looks excited, rushing to hug you the moment you appeared, with a big smile on his face. He's talking about something about a way over? A bridge, or a connection, you don't hear much over your own thoughts. You need to end this, this isn't healthy.

With a tired sigh, you slowly pull him into a hug, cutting his rambling off, which he happily reciprocated, nuzzling to your hair as he whispers how happy he is now that he can go meet you.

You need to put a stop to this.

Pulling away, you look up at him and with a sad smile, thanked him for all those times he made you happy. He was one of the driving forces for you to continue and be where you are now. You're happy that he appears in your dreams but you tell him that these dreams should stop. With trembling lips, you say that you love him and will always do, even if you two live in different worlds, even if you two can never be. You're happy just being able to watch him from afar.

...He doesn't know what to do. You're crying while smiling up at him. You want this rendezvous to end? Weren't you also happy to see him? This way of meeting was just a temporary solution, he just told you that he's now got a way over your world!

This won't do, you don't believe that he's real. You think that this is just a figment of your imagination. ...Alright. He knows how to fix this. You want these dreams to end? It will.

He gently grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of your tears and leaning in to press a kiss on your lips.

Ah.

This is a nice way to end a dream, you think.

This is your closure.

You woke up that day with tear stains on your face.

Reaching out for your phone, your fingers instinctively moved to look up fanmade media of him before you stopped short, maybe you should take a break from him. You basically just broke up with him in your dream, hadn't you? Even if you two weren't really in a relationship.

Chuckling over your sad state, you tried acting like everything is normal. It's time to move on! You shouldn't cling on someone who doesn't exist and probably doesn't even know you! Though, despite everything, you see him everywhere, through the whispers of you friends about the new chapters, his name called through the crowd, which ended up being someone else's name, the ads you see whenever you're watching something else, it's relentless!

It's impossible to be free from him, huh...

You came back after a while, opening your laptop to catch up with the episodes you missed, the memories of those nights slowly fading into obscurity, you felt silly that you missed all these releases over some dreams. They were nothing but figments of your imagination, yet you made a pretty big deal out of them.

There's an extra episode after the season finale. A video with no thumbnail but has your first name as its title. Upon inspection, you found out that it's a private video only visible to you.

He smiles from the other side of the camera, it's a recording, a sloppy one at that. He looks disheveled, eyes puffy like he cried, but he looks at the recorder with so much love that it makes your heart ache. To whom is this video for? A tribute to someone? A special episode for a character? But all thought goes down the drain when he utters your name.

Suddenly, you're find yourself back to the white void, but being in his shoes. His voice sounds unsure, but his eyes didn't wavered. Hearing him say your name made the dam break. This time, you listened as you cried silently, tears flowing uncontrollably while your eyes never leaving the screen. He needed a catalyst, he said. Something in your world that will activate the spell from over his place to open the bridge.

He apologizes for scaring you, for not explaining everything properly and for being selfish. He really wants to be with you, and that made him reckless. So, he gave you space. Time for you to mull it over and decide for yourself if he's real or not. Whatever your decision will be, he'll accept it. If you refuse, he'll leave you alone and you can forget everything happened. But if you agree... He just smiled.

The video ends with him declaring that he loves you, with a pop up application with two choices, a yes and a no. That nerd, since when did he hacked in your laptop? Laughing at the absurdity of the situation and at the revelation that he's real after all, you pressed yes.

Droplets of your tears flew to the air when you whipped your head behind you, a portal opening with a crack. On the other side, there he stood, equally surprised at the sight.

Quickly, you stood up from your chair, running up to him. You haven't even taken a few steps when he ran to the portal and to your room, hugging your form and burying his face on the crook of your neck. Ah, so this is how he feels like.

Tangible, in your arms. You can smell a faint scent of perfume. He's in his civilian clothes, was he at home? He clearly wasn't expecting this with the way he clung to you, voice shaky as he confesses that he thought you gave up. That he still clung to the small hope that you'll see his message. That you'll say yes and accept him.

A kiss was shared when you two pulled away, tearful smiles and words of affection spilled as the two of you clung to the person you loved. For him, you're the consistent guiding light in his life.

For you, he's the guy who crossed realms just to be with you.

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