#NEW KIDD

[goawaywithjae]

This time... I went away for an interview. I had a lovely time talking with Jinkwon about his group Newkidd, his acting career and what he enjoys cooking when he's finished filming.

[punkiio]

Love how Arcade's default melee is the ripper

[1000sunnygo]

Snippets of One Piece Academy magazine exclusive extra illustration from Saikyo Jump's May issue, as shared by Twitter users (mainly @/onepiecedolls)

Apparently, these are photos exchanged in an imaginary group chat of the characters.

Only found a small snippet where the texts aren't blurred :')

Luffy: Traffy, you suck at playing, don't you?

Cora: Yeah. Rather than playing, he ended up being played by Onigiri himself.

Law: Cora san!! Stop saying unnecessary things!

There's also a relationship chart lol.

Barto -> Luffy: LU-LU-LU-LU-LUFFY SENPAI!!

Luffy -> Barto: You know me?

Kid -> Luffy: I'll crush you, idiot monkey!

Luffy -> Kidd: The hell, Jaggy! Wanna try? 💪

Luffy -> Law: Traffy! Let's throw an Onigiri party!

Law -> Luffy: Try listening to people for once, Mugiwara ya!

Doffy -> Luffy: If you come over at my side, I'll show you the new age!

Luffy -> Doffy: I'll kick your ass if you go to bad places!

Luffy -> Hancock: Thanks for the Bento!

Hancock -> Luffy: This is a confession of love!

Will update if I find anything more! Here's the official tweet.

[xomegaman]

A showdown with Gabe Kidd at Tokyo Dome!

"AEW" Kenny Omega returns to New Japan!

"WRESTLE DYNASTY"

January 5, 2025 (Sunday) Start: 13:00 (1pm usa time!)

[questintheskies]

[princedevitt]

[jintaka-hane]

[Kiss your blorbo at the New Year’s Eve event]

Asked by: @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @limitlesstildil @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth

KID

Summary: It's New Year's Eve and you're about to disembark from the Victoria Punk forever, but as midnight approaches, a certain redhead will make you reconsider. Word count: 1300 Warning: x gn!reader; some angst; fluff All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

A sigh leaves your lips in the form of vapor that lingers for a moment before dissipating into the cold air. You smile, looking ahead, your eyes fixed on the distant celebration and joy reigning on the island you are about to dock. There is so much happiness... It’s the last night of the year, and everyone wants to spend it celebrating with their loved ones.

Your eyes drift down to the bundles resting at your feet. Your whole life packed into those three suitcases. Not that there was much to pack, you think to yourself, you are used to moving from one place to another, anyway.

Resting your arms on the frozen railing of the Victoria Punk, you flex your numb fingers to restore circulation. Your cheeks, rosy from the icy air, soften with a hint of a bittersweet smile at what seems to be bonfires on the beach. The ship is still minutes away from docking, but you can almost smell the food roasting over the flames and hear the distant songs and laughter.

Another sigh escapes you, and your gaze shifts upward to the blanket of stars spread across the sky. It’s cloudy, but they shimmer brilliantly through the clouds, like scattered pearls floating in a deep, black sea.

Your time aboard the ship is nearly over.

You never planned to stay this long, but what was meant to be a one-week passage turned into a month, and that month, thanks to the unpredictable routes and whims of this eccentric, punk-rock crew, stretched into three.

At first, you thought the crew would be a challenge for you, like the tightly-knit group with little trust for outsiders they seemed to be. But in reality, they welcomed you with open arms sooner than you expected, making it clear that beneath the spiked hair, metal studs, and leather jackets hid a large, warm, and friendly family.

The captain, however, was a different story. From the start, he made it abundantly clear that you didn’t belong. The scowls, the tightly pressed lips, and the way he crossed his arms disapprovingly, glaring at every step you took across his deck, said it all.

But now his misery is about to end.

You are finally reaching your destination, and soon, you’ll be out of his sight for good.

Your eyes are still fixed on the sky when the sound of heavy boots thudding against the wooden deck reaches your ears. You know those steady, defiant steps by heart, and you’re surprised he’s bothered to show up to say goodbye.

“How much longer until we dock?” you ask, refusing to give him the satisfaction of turning around.

“Twenty minutes,” you hear him say.

“Good…”

You don’t say anything else. You don’t turn around either. He stays rooted in place behind you, just as silent. The only sounds are the music and chanting growing clearer as you approach the island. As a freezing breeze bites at your cheeks, you decide to speak again.

“At last, you’ll be rid of me, huh?”

“I… uh, yeah…” he mutters behind you.

Not even a basic farewell, you think, frowning as you force yourself not to care. You focus on what looks like a bunch of glowing kites soaring into the sky from the beach. But the way Kid just stands there behind you, frozen, begins to unnerve you. And what’s with that uneven breathing of his?

"I…" he starts but hesitates.

Your icy fingers tap impatiently on the railing, and with an exasperated huff, you spin around to face him.

His almost-frozen goggles keep his messy red hair in place, his oversized coat hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his painted lips curve downward into an unpleasant scowl.

Basically his usual look.

But there’s something… something in his posture you can’t quite figure out. A hint of vulnerability, perhaps? Whatever it is, he seems to be fighting it.

“Probably won’t see each other again,” you add, trying to sound casual.

His intense amber eyes lock onto yours, filled with the confusion of someone who wants to say something but doesn’t know how.

“Probably,” you barely hear him mutter with feigned nonchalance, yet a slight twitch in his face betrays him as his jaw tightens so much it looks like he might break his teeth. You shake your head, and all hope of having a cordial conversation with him leaves you.

He slowly moves to your side and rests both arms on the railing, and the two of you just stand there, staring at the beach party in the distance. There's still a few hundred meters to go, but you can already spot groups of kids setting off firecrackers and couples dancing joyfully to the rhythm of the music. As you watch another group preparing what looks like fireworks, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, Kid suddenly slouching and lowering his head in defeat.

“I CAN’T,” he gasps, finally breaking.

You immediately turn toward him, and your eyes widen in surprise at seeing such a man, his back hunched and trembling, his eyes shut tight, and his canines jutting out between his bared teeth.

"You can't what, Kid?" You raise your hand to place it on his back to calm him, but you leave it hanging in the air, too hesitant to touch him.

"LOSE YOU," he answers, burying his head further between his arms, tilting it to one side to hide his face from you. His metal hand clenches into a fist, and he slams it into the railing, sending splinters of wood flying through the air. "FUCK! Why do I always lose EVERYTHING?!”

You gasp, and your hands attempt to move to your mouth, but instead they go to his shoulders, grabbing and forcing him to look you in the face.

“Kid look at me! What are you saying?”

As his tightly shut eyes open, a stray, bitter tear slips down his cheek, smearing some of his eyeliner. But even in that state, he tries to look at you menacingly.

“Is it because I’m not strong enough for you? Is that it?”

Your round eyes dart between his, and you realize then what's happening. This grumpy, big guy, with his zero talent for feelings and words, is going to be your downfall. Without saying a word, you cup his chin with one trembling hand and, with the other, gently wipe the tear from his cheek. In the distance the countdown to midnight starts.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

'Kid, it’s not—'"

“Stay,” he says, locking his sharp, amber eyes with yours.

Seven! Six! Five!

“Kid…” you whisper again.

"Don't leave me," he says, lifting his hand to cover yours on his chin. "I'll get stronger. I've already beaten a Yonko, I'll beat the next ones I come across and make you proud... I'll defeat every Yonko we cross paths with... but don't leave me…”

Four! Three!

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hand slides softly from his stained cheek to the back of his neck.

“Stay…” he sighs, tilting his head and bringing his lips closer to yours.

Two! One!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Your lips brush against each other for a sweet second before yielding, finally melting into a rough, possessive kiss. A kiss that puts an end to your insecurities, and allows Kid to say more than he could ever express with words.

His warm lips steal all the air from your lungs, and his flesh arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. He keeps his other arm against his back, avoiding touching you with the frozen metal. You wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh softly into his kiss as the cheers and shouts of New Year's celebrations fill the air.

As the rattle of fireworks exploding in the sky hits your chests, their lights bathe in multiple colors the passionate couple you have finally become on the icy deck of the Victoria Punk.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail @i-am-vita @eustasscapitankid @nocturnalrorobin @daydreamer-in-training <3

[badlydrawnkindergarten]

NEW KINDERGARTEN GAME!!!!!

I AM GOING TO BE PHYSICALLY ILL

[where-our-stories-start]

"Gruff, jaded man accidentally adopts feisty child" has got to be one of my favorite genres

[basilpaste]

looping on a tuesday night? god youre pathetic.

alternative title: "nothing in life matters" vs "nothing in life matters!!"

... its been like. three years since ive drawn kidd. woe. kindergarten be upoe ye. maybe im stuck in a timeloop and its 2019 again.

[yuuugay]

friends r good guys have friends

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[punkiio]

Hot as fuck in the Mojave

[starkcanvas]

So… Kindergarten 3 announcement is reviving a lot of OG content creators in the fandom 👀 one of my all time faves from back in the day being one of them.

Since this is a very special occasion. Figured it’s time that my first post in a long time should be a post to celebrate this old phase of my life :)

That being said: Ryu, thank you for making CNCF public again so I can, not only enjoy your wonderful story, but also your amazing art and older designs of the characters.

I did a lot of fanart for you back in the day, I will gladly do so again for nostalgia sake ^^

Sure, the story won’t finish. But I do hope everyone got the hard earned rest they deserved lol

@cainsnocreaturefeature

[xomegaman]

11 days! Kenny Omega vs Gabe Kidd!

[questintheskies]

Kenny Omega and Gabe Kidd got into a brawl after Kenny's NJPW speech. A possible match at Wrestle Dynasty is being set up!