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May I please request a drawing of the ASL brothers cuddling, please?

Incredible idea.

What are they watching…

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Papa Ace w/ his babies

(@aloeanemona27 was person with the idea 💀)

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Stowaway Part 2 - The Rescue

Apparently there's people out there who think this idea is as hilarious as I do. :D Which makes my little old heart very happy <3 @soleilnomoon @a-forgotten-universe @nie-moge-oddychac @aloeanemona27 - thank you for replying and pushing this idea to the next part :D

Laying the ground works here. From here on out everything is fair game. Hehehe.

Reader x Ace/Marco/Thatch interaction (SFW) 2.3k Pure silliness

You had stayed clear of water ever since you had eaten that devil fruit, familiar with the well-known side-effect that came with the powers... You had known that you were basically an anchor now.

You hadn’t known, though.

Hadn’t known how the waves would crash over your head and push you under.

Hadn’t known how the strength would drain from your very bones, how your lungs would suddenly scream for air and panic would flood you.

Hadn’t known that no matter how desperately you kicked your feet, something was dragging you down, invisible hands that closed around you and pulled you down, down, down. Your struggles weaken with each second, the light of the surface slowly moving more and more out of reach.

It was then that the light momentarily vanished completely from your sight and you couldn’t help it, you gasped for air and all you got was salt on your tongue and fire trickling down your chest.

Then, suddenly, magically, something solid came around you, tightened, and you were pulled up. Your head broke the surface of the water and you desperately fought for air, coughing and sputtering and spitting out water and fear alike. Dazed you didn’t even fully comprehend what was happening, not until you were out of the water and pressed against a solid chest, big hands massaging your sides and many voices all around you, muttering and cursing.

“Did you get her in time?!”

“I thought cats can swim!”

“Quick, get Marco!”

“Look at the poor thing, shaking like a leaf!”

The only reason you didn’t change shape then and there was because you simply didn’t have enough functioning brain cells, not while you were fighting for air, not when you were coughing up water, the memory of something dragging you down fresh in your mind.

When finally you felt like you could breathe again, you realized that the chest you were pressed against was almost as hairy as you. The hands rub your sides insistently, coaxing even the last gulps of water out of your heaving chest.

Slowly and with considerable effort you pressed your paws against the man holding you, dizzy and nauseous. When you looked up, you saw the face of the guy with the pompadour from before – except now his long, auburn hair was wet and clung to his face. His eyes rested on you, worry written all over his face.

“What’d you that for, huh?” he murmured and Ace’s face appeared next to you.

Ace placed his hand on your head and gently turned it to look at him, his brows drawn together. His hand was so warm and you couldn’t help it, you leaned into it, following his body heat. “I think she’s fine, Thatch,” he murmured and rubbed your ear between his fingers. “Probably got scared. You shouldn’t let go of her, who knows, maybe she makes a run for it again.”

“She’s drenched, though,” the guy holding you up against his wide chest – Thatch? – answered. “Won’t stop shivering, either. Here, you take her, warm her up!”

You groaned in protest when his large hands scooped you up and you were handed over to Ace, who quickly took you and tugged you under his chin, his body impossibly warm against you. Before you could properly think about your actions, you melted into him and pressed yourself flush against him, desperate to soak up his heat.

“Ssssh… it’s all good, baby girl. We’ve got you,” he murmured against your head, and slowly, way too slowly, the full weight of the situation dawned on you. If only it wouldn’t feel so nice to snuggle into him and enjoy not being dead.

However.

HOWEVER.

You were surrounded by pirates who seemed to be absolutely unaware that you were, in fact, only at most 50% cat and those were magical, for lack of a better word. Then there was the fact that you were currently in the arms of who you were pretty sure was Ace D. Portgas, commander of the 2nd division and… well…

You were also naked. Except for your fur. And that would help you very, very little once you returned to your human form or even hybrid form. There were a couple of things you didn’t necessarily want to flaunt in front of 50 or more pirates aboard their ship surrounded by the open sea. You had literally just proved with doubtless evidence that there was no way off this ship, at least not alive.

The extreme size difference between your human and cat form meant that you had to leave your clothes behind. Usually not a problem, you had stashes all over the island for exactly this purpose, after all. Thing was… you were no longer on your island.

Hesitantly you lifted your head to look around. Yeah. A couple of dozen pirates, all definitely too close and paying too much attention for you to just turn bare-assed and tits-out. You weren’t shy but even you had boundaries.

When you noticed them parting to make way for a new figure, you flattened your ears against your skull and watched with growing horror the tuft of blond, pineapple-like hair bobbing closer. Shit. Just what you needed. Marco The Phoenix, commander of the 1st division. The guy was worth over 1 billion berry.

Maybe if you got away you could hide somewhere…? You were small, after all…?!

You started to wiggle in Ace’s arms and twist in an attempt to get away but he only closed his hands tighter around you, pressing you close and making an escape impossible.

With growing dread, you saw Marco come to a stand next to you.  Yeah. You couldn’t reveal yourself. They’d throw you overboard. Or worse. They’d want to keep you. As entertainment! Or… or…! Worse! They’d make you become a pirate, too! Biting back any words that might have stumbled over your tongue, you pressed your face into Ace’s neck.

“She’s shivering even more now,” he murmured. “Marco, can you check her? If she’s really fine?”

There was a brief silence, then you heard Marco answer: “Sure. But does anybody want to tell me why we have a cat now-yoi?”

“Must have snuck on during the night.” This time it was Thatch’s voice. “She was in the mass hall in the morning, Ace found her.”

“Yeah, she was sleeping above the fireplace. Probably smelled the food. Look how scrawny she is! Just bones and skin!”

Annoyance bubbled up in you and it was an emotion you could work with much better than fear. You so latched onto it. Curling your tail around yourself you started to wriggle around again. Just bones and skin?! You were most decidedly not bones and skin! That’s just how you looked when you got wet…! Everybody only saw the fluff and thought that was your full volume. Once that volume was gone, well… WELL.

“We can give her some food later,” Thatch said and you almost perked up at that. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and now that he mentioned it… you were hungry.

“Well, we can put her in the larder. There’s some mice there she can hunt,” somebody said and your ears twitched. Ewww. As if you’d ever do such a thing. You made a mental note to stay far away from the larder, you didn’t plan on catching fleas.

“Why do you keep calling it she? Has anybody even checked?” another guy asked and you tugged your tail closer around yourself. They were welcome to try. You’d scratch their eyes out first…

“She’s clearly a girl,” Ace snapped, completely exasperated.

You froze. Fuck. Had he… looked at you?! With horror you started to struggle with renewed force, holding curses back with the last shreds of your sanity.

“I mean, look at her! She’s way too tiny and fine-boned to be a guy!” he said then and you huffed a sigh of relief.

“That’s… that’s not how cats work, Ace.”

“Shut up, leave her alone!” he turned his back to the crowd, thereby taking you out of their sight and you could have kissed the man. He was so right. Leave her alone! Freedom to the cat! Take her back to that island back there!

“If you want me to check her, you’ll have to give her to me-yoi,” Marco said with a sigh and held out his hands.

“Ah, right, sorry! Be careful, though, she’s a flight risk! We don’t want her going overboard again!” Ace chuckled and once again you were picked up and handed over like luggage.  

Was this your life now?

“Well, first things first,” Marco said as you dangled between his hands and he looked you over. “Definitely a girl.”

Your jaw dropped as your eyes locked and you felt your blood rush to your head, your heart pounding in your ears. With a growl worthy of a tiger – at least you thought so, the chuckles that broke out around you told a different story – you curled into yourself while swiping your claw at him, claws out.

It was a quick move, with good technique and wonderful flow.

Turned out, though, that your short little legs didn’t get anywhere close to Marco’s face and all you did was claw at the air in front of him with about as much chance of teaching him a lesson as a gust of wind had.

The bastard chuckled at your attempt. “And she’s not a happy girl-yoi.”

“Well, you’re holding her all wrong!” Ace said and sounded rather agitated. “Support her butt! Don’t just dangle her like that!”

You flinched when he did just that. Support your butt. You coughed, thoughts racing. You personally didn’t think your butt needed all that much support. You also came to the final conclusion that there was no way in hell that you’d turn into your human form after this. There was absolutely no way you’d survive the sheer embarrassment.

There wasn’t much you could do, really, your attempts to scoot off his hand were rather inefficient thanks to the way Marco was still holding you up and you slowly resigned yourself to your fate. Karma had finally caught up to you. You’d have to stay in your cat form until the next island and the chance to flee. You’d have to leave your dignity behind but at least you’d be alive.

Marco only chuckled and finally did as told, placing one hand below your butt – honestly, this was the weirdest day of your life; it was barely breakfast time and three men who were world-known criminals had touched your ass by now – and pulled you against his chest. Which, wouldn’t you know it: also naked. The shirt he wore was not even buttoned and you once again, your cheek smushed against warm, naked skin.  Less hairy than Thatch. More so than Ace. Definitely less warm than Ace but firmer than Thatch.

9 out of 10 stars. Would recommend.

You hiccupped a slightly hysterical laugh and barely swallowed it down before it grew too loud, feeling the intent gazes of all three commanders on you, all of them quiet now. Shit. Shit. Shiiiit.

Oh well.

“Mew,” you uttered and fucking hated yourself for it.

Then, because they were still staring: “Meeeeeeew.”

“She sounds weird,” Thatch muttered.

“You sound weird!” Ace flared up immediately.

It was then you decided that you had a clear favorite so far. Thatch had saved you from drowning, though, so you would let it slide. Your cat game was top-notch!

For added effect, you lifted a paw to your mouth and gave it a tentative lick. And then, because you were an idiot who had ignored the events of the past ten or so minutes, you gagged at the taste of salt on your tongue and almost hurled. Again.

Thatch chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, momentarily distracting you. Shit. He was actually pretty attractive when his pompadour wasn’t distracting from the rest of him. He had a much brawnier build than the other two commanders, his upper arms thick and his chest wide. His chest was covered in auburn curls and you could spot several tattoos on his upper body.

Apparently, you were momentarily distracted enough to miss something vital happening. Or very least you had to assume as much when you were suddenly covered in blue flames!

That was probably the moment when you lost another one of your 9 lives, or at the very least it sure felt so. Your heart was in your throat and your whole body convulsed when the realization slowly hit you – blue flames were dancing over your body, along your paws, and your tail…! You kicked and scrambled, painting bloody lines all over Marco’s chest, but his iron grip didn’t even loosen a tiny bit.

“Oi! You should have warned her! Now you scared her again!” Ace protested.

“You think I should have sat this cat down and explained to her how my devil fruit powers work so she wouldn’t panic when she sees fire-yoi?” Marco asked dryly. “Tell her how it’s healing flames that will not harm her in the least? Yeah. I’m sure she’d have understood.”

You’d been only half-listening in your struggles but when you saw the scratches you had inflicted upon him just vanish under your paws, your eyes went saucer-shaped and after another moment you realized… the flames indeed didn’t burn you. They felt cool, almost pleasant. Your tail twitched. What the actual fuck…?

“She’s fine. Swallowed a bit of seawater but she’s coughed it all up,” Marco finally said and the flames died down again, leaving you sitting there utterly dumbstruck and frozen, thoughts racing. Devil fruit powers, huh? So he had… healed you somewhat?

“She’s still drenched, though, if we let her dry like this she’ll have salt in her fur and if she tries to clean it, she might consume too much salt and get sick.” You looked up. Well, you were completely wet, he was right, and you didn’t exactly care for licking yourself clean. Even without the added taste of salt. Ew.

“I guess we’ll have to give her a bath, huh?” Ace concluded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Wait. What.

Let me know in the comments who of the guys should do the honors. Hehe. <3

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Yo, this is more of a random thought than a fact, but I imagined that once in many occasions the ASL brothers fussed together when they are just worked up. Sure they can talk and all, but they fuse to be at ease, to feel each others feelings as a reminder that everything is ok and they are together no matter the circumstances, as a nonverbal conversation that only they can understand. I hope you can understand what i just said cause I suck at explaining sentimental stuff, but I thought that it'll be cute.

I dig this. These three have never been ones to talk through their emotions, when they are feeling something, they just need to feel it. Im sure being able to feel the emotions, while knowing that someone is on the same page as you, would be very comforting and helpful for the three.

Have a little sodalite… he’s workin shit out and hes feelin his thoughts.

Additionally, i feel like when either ace or sabo just need to cry it out while fused, i dont think they would either go to luffy to do it. I dont think they would show that side to luffy, even though they knew if they did, luffy would never hold it against them. Its just kinda the principle of the matter.

I feel like that would change for sabo though^ after certain... Events. Happen... As evident by a previous comic post I have made on the matter

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I most certainly believe that this man is reaching his limit, look at him

Yeah ❤️💕💕❤️❤️💕☺️☺️☺️☺️

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I always wanted to ask this but I always forgot, what gem type is Brook?

He’s a reanimated human skeleton by a pink diamond! Who’s the pink diamond? I don’t know!

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Question: Does Rouge live with Dandan or she has her own home?

She does not live with Dadan, she lives in a nursing home! She has a job that she can work from "home" on, so she's very self sufficient, but she doesn't have much money to spend for herself. Hence why all the presents she has given Ace have been recycled from his old stuff.

The tattoo she commissioned from Ace took like half of her savings, but it's worth it for her :)

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Putting Luffy's shenanigans aside, I must confess that this panel in particular has me cackling for an hour straight. Cause this was absolutely brilliant and funny, like it's "holy mother of- I don't care about the vows and their shit, there's a child on the rooftop". At least that's how I see it, but the "I love you and all that jazz" deserves a reward

Lmao I'm glad you enjoy this panel, I like it a lot too

Yes that's how you should interpret that dialogue. Def not in a way that was me just being lazy ahahahaaa

Thanks for the ask!

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Alright four things:

1. I don't know why, but I had the thought that in certain tranquil moments, Usopp, Chopper and Luffy would just goof around the ship like in canon, the fact that Luffy is a Spinel opened so many possibilities on the amount of tricks and games he could play with those two. I also belive that possibly Robin would join them with water figurines or something.

2. I wonder if the moment Sanji put a foot on earth, he absolutely fell in love for the culinary arts, he then stared to perfect his techniques, in time he made his own recipes and Chopper is the first one to test his dishes

3. Why do I have this mental image of Zoro's walking in the ocean? Like, his sense of direction is so bad that in a moment he was in the street, for some reason he ended up in the deepest parts of the Pacific Ocean.

4. My man looks mortified

Alright, 4 responses:

Thinking ab domestic straw hats in any universe brings me joy :) theres some things that never change… The straw hats dont just live on earth, i must say. They’re space pirates and they mainly dwell in the stars… Im thinking that there are other habitable earth-like planets in this au of mine. Theyre all inhabited by gems, though. I want more to be in space than we see in the Steven Universe universe, ya know? So in the stars, in addition to star gazing maybe they’ll come across space whales/fish :)

I’m sure he’d adore it, too :D i love the idea of him being very trained in earth culinary but also not understanding what tastes good to humans and he sometimes gets it wrong. Like to him a platter of meat deepfried in dirt is high cuisine! To chopper, not so much.

If zoro got lost while just walking on the ocean floor, that would be… incredibly difficult to find him again. Im sure they have a tracker on him at some point.

I would be, too if a gigantic person was giving me half kisses 2 inches away from my very puntable body.

Thanks for the ask!

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Thank you!♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ It was an au me an @aloeanemona27 made! ♥️♥️

Love them as much as I do, and join the cult of Papa Ace

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(@aloeanemona27 is the other parent of this au btw)

It starts with Ace on an island with the rest of the spade pirates and somehow the pyromaniac found two babies in the trash and decided to keep them.

He would adopt the children as his own and sail the seas with his crew.

Whitebeard and his crew would hear of this and assume he stole the children.

When he did encounter the Whitebeards they would try to take Sabo and Luffy away from him. Ace was very against this (those were his babies) and screamed and fought to keep them.

They wanted him to join their crew but didn't want to keep the kids.

Ace would stay with the crew ( against his will) and the spades would stay right next to them worried for the kids and their captain.

Marco and Thatch would also take care of the kids (when Ace was dead asleep or wasn't looking because ✨trust issues✨)

Ace and Marco would have an argument about if Ace was a good dad or not. Arguing why he didn't give them to a orphanage or find their mothers.

I also have this piece 🤭

Love them as much as I do, and join the cult of Papa Ace

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Abso-fucking-lutely, it's why our Papa Ace doesn't take a single eye off of him. If you always want more detailed lore ask me or Kohai (@aloeanemona27 )

Love them as much as I do, and join the cult of Papa Ace