#@attyrocious

[onepiecepositivityproject]

For @attyrocious: Your art moves mountains my friend! I appreciate your vision, and love that you’re willing to share it with the rest of us. Your band AU is a blast, and I love the ways you draw Law, Kid and Killer the most (All your art is great, but man) - Oh you did a Marco once with the most divine happy trail. Thank you, thank you so much T-T <3

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Tumblr Tuesday: Head Towards the Grand Line

This past weekend, 25 years after Toei Animation released the first episode, fans celebrated One Piece Day in Chiba, Japan, and worldwide via live stream. So today, we're joining in and celebrating all the beloved characters we met along the way. How? Well, by sharing a tiny selection of the ebullient fanart that lives here on Tumblr. Thank you to Eiichiro Oda for 25 years of adventures, and to all the One Piece fanartists <3  

@huyandere:

@burntpancke:

@thenightpest:

@sirlanval:

@panicawa:

@stickthings:

@where-does-the-heart-lie:

@attyrocious:

@makielki:

@eclown4hire:

@komy-0o:

@atomikats:

@lampreywhole:

@idiotwithbackpain:

@julia-shephard:

@artofjeggs:

@littlelilikoi:

[swampstew]

To celebrate the finale of What's the Magic Word? I commissioned @attyrocious for this gorgeous portriat of my King and Queen of the Pirates and Witches😍

ty Atty, Ily and kiss the back of your talented hands!

Read the full story on Tumblr | AO3 | or Wattpad <3

[onepiecc]

Cosima & Doflamingo (@conquiistador)

Cosima is looking for a puppet to help maintain her place, but the fallen dragon might not be looking for salvation. Commission done by @attyrocious

[tardisgrump]

Happy birthday to Trafalgar Law

Im very normal about him and his heart themes

(This is very much inspired by @attyrocious ‘s style when sketching)

[sordidmusings]

The Wrong Rest

Art by attyrocious

Summary: Everything exhausts you and you see no end and no way to fix it. Too scared to go alone, you find comfort next to the one you love: Trafalgar Law.

A/N: Very indulgent for Specific Angsts lol it’s a repost - had it up for a vERY short while but deleted it in shame LOL here goes take two 🙏🏻 this has an ambiguous ending and in my WIPs I have a good and bad ending I’ve been toying with. There’s a quick message on the dark topic of this fic at the bottom of the post. Please heed warnings if they pertain to you

Word Count: ~1.5 k

Warnings: gn reader, suicide attempt, abuse of pills, portrayal of it as Bad but it is sympathetic to the attempt, do N O T take this as promotion of the idea, been on both sides and it’s a Bad Time no matter what our brains tell us lmaooooo, but sometimes it’s nice to engage with the topic in fantasy to scratch the itch of someone specific caring the way you think would fix it and that’s what this is from, both endings will more thoroughly cover Consequences and why it’s Bad

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Law had noticed something jittery about you when you slid into bed that night. It was a change from the distance you’d both been hosting, but he wasn’t sure if it was a welcome one yet. He eyed you with suspicion that he thought was masked, but you knew him much too well. You knew all his tells, all his hurts, all his habits. You cherished each one and always wondered why you got to be there for them.

The distance you’d felt from him made you consider it over and over and over again. You weren’t able to love him enough. You felt you’ve tried everything you were capable of to offer him peace and safety and relief and joy but it wasn’t enough. It was an easy cycle of thought to fall into - your brain had long learned to fault you for things both within and without your control. You were certain they were faults born of inadequacy, inaction, and an inherent lack of value in the core of your being. Another day, another verse in the song you’d been singing since you could form words.

Law used to help you fight that. You had barely let him know the extent of it, but building a relationship with him had been your life’s most beautiful blessing and distraction. Him being a part of your life - him actually wanting you to be a part of his - had given you enough ammunition to properly engage and push back your warring thoughts. Unfortunately, they were patient and steady and gaining ground inch by inch with each falter of your strength to take care of your own mind.

You would have never guessed at the hours worth of unspoken words and worries that were laying right beside you. Law was so full of them he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. There was a point between their inception and their overwhelm that he had stopped being able to bring them to you. If he spoke them then it made them real, it made his fears real, and he was beyond incapable of handling that. To think that the guesses of where your growing depression was headed could come true choked the air from his lungs and made him desperately run from the thought. Underlying his terror at your disappearing spark were vicious notions that it was his fault. He was meant to care for you and help you and love you, and he felt he had fallen short. He couldn’t face the idea that he had trapped you to him and strangled the life out of you with his inability to support you like you needed.

Your continued jitters were born from guilt but also so much potent excitement and fear. A tiny pit of the most shameful pride you’ve ever mustered kindled in you too. It was all from a plan finally put to action, a certainty that you’d be relieving everyone, especially your dearest love, and the awaiting of the unknown. Sure, there were some things you can expect, but absolutely no one knew where you were headed, including yourself.

Some of the expected pains came to you about an hour after you laid next to Law and began watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. As of late, he had taken to turning away from you, more proof to yourself that you weren’t wanted. It ached to see his back when you knew the love of his embrace. You knew the blissful heat of his tattooed chest taking the place of your pillow, knew the wonder of hearing his heartbeat - of hearing it skip for you. You knew how sweet his hands could be when they trailed over you, roaming and massaging you as if he hoped he could work his immense affection right through your skin so you could understand its depth and breadth and keep it with you forever.

The pains in your chest became worse than the ones you usually felt. Your heart had begun fighting something it’s never known before. The racing and pumping of it left your skin pounding with heat and anxiety that you diligently tried to breathe through. Your eyes misted when it was accompanied by a twisting starting at your stomach and moving down the rest of your guts. Still, you simply breathed. The last thing you wanted was to wake and upset the man next to you. You knew in some piece of you that he’d be upset eventually, that it was cruel to lay this scene out right next to him, but you were too scared to be alone and you selfishly wanted as much of Law as you could have left. And you were certain it would get better with your absence. Over time, he’d see that too.

You felt the pit in your stomach worsen, the pain now pungent and biting. Instead of sharp cramps, it felt like actual hot pokers were playing with your insides and splitting you apart. You knew it would be there and tried to prepare, but your teeth still ground and your eyes still watered and it took everything in you not to let out a whimper. 

You turned your head to the side, slower than you think you’d ever moved before. Even with the writhing agony inside you squirming in a flurry, your body felt like a haphazard pile of sandbags. In a pathetic flop that took way too much energy, you got your hand resting against the skin on Law’s lower back. The small tether to something beloved and alive brought you a tiny comfort but also bitter longing. A sense of mourning began to root through your heart from the finality you felt building between your touching skin. You’d always loved Law’s touch, whether he gave it or you sought it. It always lit your skin up wherever it went, giving you either invigorating tingles or soothing warmth. That mourning grew by the second as your skin numbed over, replacing that vital warmth with boiling pinpricks.

Law fidgeted briefly in his sleep, roused by your hand bumping him. A deep sigh pressed him closer then shrank him further from your touch. Stuck limp and staring at the blurring ceiling, you could only listen as he shuffled and repositioned. At this point you couldn’t tell if he moved away from you or not; your hands had moved past feeling numb to feeling much too ballooned to send any real sense of touch to your brain.

“Mmnnn, go back t’ sleep,” he mumbled, barely coherent. You still enjoyed that deep rasp that you loved so so much. Even if it sounded tired and a twinge annoyed. “I’m tired, ‘s late.”

You responded with silence, tongue much too thick and dry to form words. You weren’t sure if your chest was even moving to breathe at this point, but it must be because you were still stuck in your body, stuck staring at the ceiling, stuck feeling your insides shred themselves apart. Instead of the feeling that you were bothering him, you focused on what was left of the feeling of his skin on yours. Through that ballooning and those pin pricks was the ghost of his body heat. The warmth, familiar even through dying nerves, felt comforting and beautiful, but it only made you cry more. It was probably the strangest cry you’d ever had; it was every emotion at once and yet you felt so hollow. The fact that you could only let your eyes leak and couldn’t even muster a sob didn’t help with it feeling like some farce.

But the warmth next to you was real. The radiant warmth that was seeping from your love into the sheets and your body remained, and if you concentrated enough you thought you could still feel warmth reaching through the hand you’d moved to him. The heaviness settling on your chest was real too. It started to fully halt each inhale with the potency of its weight. You thought it would be terrifying, but instead you were now fuzzy and light. Your head was spinning (probably lack of oxygen, you thought distantly, or maybe I’m high) and your body was sinking and you felt like your bones were already in the dirt.

You weren’t sure when your eyes shut - it was a second ago and a year as well in the murky dark depths of time and sensation. The stabbing pain in your gut felt like someone else's. You knew it was there, but it no longer affected you. It couldn’t through the all encompassing and smothering dark that was pulling you down and out of your body. It was cold, but it was quiet. Something similar to peaceful but not quite. The feeling that was certain was relief. It permeated everything despite the distant shaking of your the body and a hollering voice. The voice was a bit familiar, but you’d never heard such panic distort it before. You couldn’t bring yourself to think on it; everything was so far from you.

You would have smiled if the muscles in your face worked.

How lovely it is…

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No tags in this one cuz I feel Guilty with the dark topic LOL

Now for a brief psa: I don't want to preach because I know from experience how that doesn't exactly work. Each platitude feels more and more like a lie the longer the feeling persists. What I will say is that it matters. It matters that you're struggling. It matters that you're suffering. It matters that you're trying. It matters that you're hurt. It's not fair to have to deal with it all the time and it's not fair how life simply happens around something so gargantuan taking place inside you, making it seem insignificant and/or made up.

If people act like it's not a big deal, please do not try to use that as proof. That is a dark game on a false premise where no one wins. If they truly mean it, they are an abusive and cruel person and shouldn't be listened to. If they are a normal person, they are likely treating it lightly because they can't conceptualize it happening because of how upsetting the concept is NOT because the concept isn't upsetting.

I'm trying to keep this brief so I will leave it at that. My messages are always open - I have periods where I am inactive so if I don't get to something it's because I haven't seen it not because I don't care.

Here is a link to a post full of prevention hotlines of various kinds and also from many countries and this one that has suicide prevention hotlines for 56 different countries.

Stay safe 🤍🤍🤍

[ghiblifanzine]

🌱CONTRIBUTOR LINEUP🌱

We're so happy to announce our wonderful contributors! Make sure to check them out and show them some love. We can't wait to see what they'll bring to the zine!

🌱PAGE ARTISTS🌱

@atomra @attyrocious @cysketch @/cosmicloak @/darkmoon_ray @feriowind @/foxcakeee @/grgrye_ @hazycorvus @/jceatsart @junkokiu @kokoasci @/sololinneaa @lizzbian-himbo @/maithism @/m.arcelline @/martissey @/itsmayanara @kuriotea @/nakialli @/necrosishead @/onzzes @/peachieevee @plenilunni @rowanclair @/sel3phi @sofkloster @spicymotte @/svnen @/tenderpup_art @/tung_t_tran @vividcitrus @wreniriis @/xomii_ @/kaisei_ink

🌱MERCH ARTISTS🌱

@fa1rytunes @/miroimirage @/novaridium @qekouu @/honeypotemporium @/wooapple

🌱WRITERS🌱

@/cavalierious @/farky_fark1 @ghost-maya @/kiboutie @/kiroiimye @mystella666 @/pbstings @/kathrynthehuman @snailor-bee

[strawhatbaby]

hiii! how are you???

this year i got into one piece and i waited until being up to date with the manga to venture into the fandom and when i saw you in my notifs i had to follow your sideblog bc i'm starving for one piece in my dash.

so i was wondering if you could recommend me any other one piece blogs? hopefully artists and/or ppl who reblog a lot of fanart but also like in general, please? i don't care i want to follow them. thanksss <3

omg hi!! congrats on catching up!! btw I tried to send a post to you earlier as a primer because it's one of my favorites and I didn't know when I'd get to respond to this, but it didn't let me! so here you go now :) x i'm going to forget about so many talented people and feel so bad about it, but here are some artists, gifmakers, and writers I could think of off the top of my head + some op-centric blogs :)

lovely artists <3 @tea917339, @avenoirn, @sibmakesart, @fluffyartbl0g, @ford-owner, @where-does-the-heart-lie, @huyandere, @mugiwara--ya, @yellowistheraddest, @bluestation, @soaked-doors, @wellfine, @themetalhiro, @xx-art-xx-xx, @attyrocious, @threi, @okirrka, @getsilly, @bluechanas, @safeneia, @rocketspurs, @amazingeurus, @atomikats, @polartaint

fantastic gifmakers! @nicoyarobin, @eiichiro, @beif0ngs, @forged-in-kaoss writers that make me eat glass to check out! (there are so many more i could tag i just don't know their tumblrs unfortunately) @swordsmans, @fruityumbrella, @goodlucktai, @portgas-d-aroace op (or mostly op) blogs hi :) @loronoazoro, @sableu, @summershouto, @wlwnami, @uncharted-seas, @aro-ace-zoro, @murphmurphthejerk, @namisweatheria, @wanpie, @onepiecetcg, @looffy, @sabov

[punks-never-die205]

https://www.tumblr.com/punks-never-die205/760618818263564288/bodyhair-headcanons-for-kid-and-killer?source=share This is going to live in my head rent free for a good long whiel. I LOVE the thought of fuzzy killer. His hair is probably so soft, and good to touch> I'm a redhead myslef and can confirm cant see it til your up in it for Kid . Kid's hair would be so pretty, especially his happy trail . >.<

If you want to see good and proper furry Killer You should check out @attyrocious 's #killer tag on their blog

All of Atty's art is AMAZING, but I definitely like the way they draw Killer very fuzzy ^_^ 💖

[opstickertrove]

🌠 ARTIST SPOTLIGHT 🌠

Our next artist, @attyrocious, never ceases to amaze! Her sticker designs are truly unskippable 💫

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[attyattlaw]

i am @attyrocious now

[onepiecc]

Rosinante x Leigh

"I will wait for you because honestly, I don't want anyone else." Leigh and Rosinante were in the same training squad, but even before then, they had met as children on a base as their guardians were active marines. When they met, Leigh had fallen for Rosinante but respected his friend, so he never told him about his feelings. It's a slow burn, as Leigh wants to take his time and is willing to wait however long it takes, even if it never happens, he's more than happy to be by his friend's side. Commissioned by Attyrocious

[swampstew]

Rowena X Kid art

This is the masterlist of all commissioned artwork for my fic What's the Magic Word? (link to AO3 and Wattpad) starring Eustass Kid and my Witch OC Rowena. Please check out the tagged artists and support their work!

Who is Rowena?

.First Look. - By Satsscarlet / Satsu

.Bad Bitch. - By BenevolentCannibal - .Bad Bitch Colorized.

.Wanted Dead or Alive. - By IssaTheArtist

.Tatted Up. - By YamiYamiArt

.Shotgun Wedding. - By Satsu

.When AUs Collide. - By Timi

.Rowena's SBS Trivia Card. - artists credited on post and above

.Eyecatcher Card. By APiratesLifeForBudgie

.Marital Bliss. By APiratesLifeForBudgie

.Doting Mentor. By @/Sho_Guru on Twt

.King and Queen of the Pirates and Witches. By Attyrocious