#Pirate girls

[sapphosdesires]

"Remember, you're my private property now. Anything I say... you do... and quickly. You're my slut, my fuck-toy... know what that means?"

"I... think... so"

[pulpsandcomics2]

Pirate girls

[chaotictoon]

Pirate Captain

[maddiesflame]

Pirate Girls headers

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[fortmyers-pirategirl]

Pirate Pond

[romancegirlies]

[hellooldsmelly]

[azuldove]

This is from a comic i've been mulling over ideas about since 2015. Im not good at backgrounds. This is actually my second background ever. But I really like this. I put a lot of thought into choreographing this fight scene and many years of world building and tweaking the story to make more sense and be engaging. Now here I am, inching closer to a realization that I can make this comic. I hope to share it with the world someday.

[roguegunn]

Set sail and raise the black ⚫ flag of freedom, pirates ☠ searching for plunder and the freedom of the sea 🌊

[pirategirly]

pirate girl chris triggers the same reaction in me as pink shirt matt does

[luffypeach]

the fact this is how robin convinced usopp and chopper to accept her as a strawhat

[pulpsandcomics2]

Pirate Girls

[ratknifeguts]

Time for some One Piece nonsense

[redz0nez9]

Chris Sturniolo pt 26. THE PIRATE SHIRT ! 😩😩😩😩😩

[dykealloy]

ikkaku living her best life

[rooksunday]

thinking about fox getting his first poll card after the vode get citizenship. the guard scattered after sithsplosion day, but he and a score or so that were functionally useless without each other, like nervous space greyhounds with military training, all ended up bundled together on some planet in the mid rim.

he’s been working on a book about his years at the senate. no one knows about it aside from thorn, who has been checking his basic, and advising him where he needs to wind the reveals back a little because libel. the rest of the time he does payroll for a number of small businesses, picking and choosing his hours, and delighting in sending invoices for his business: the shiny security fund, he’s called it, to continue the tradition in a more official manner.

(when they’d been on triple zero, the fund had been for rations. blankets. bacta. they’d conned credits from tourists and stolen them from senators and turned those credits into hope for the poor bastards shipped to the city that ate shinies before they could ever earn paint. these days, the fund was for whatever his guard wanted. aside from a pony. fox couldn’t figure out where hound would keep the pony.)

the book had been born from two lists. one was the blackmail and gossip the guard had collected during their stint on coruscant; that was where thorn needed to check for dangers, but since most of those senators had died in sith-related incidents, or had been jailed when the media got hold of their dealings, all fox was doing was providing context.

the other part of the book was fox’s List. thire sometimes called it a manifesto, because he had been studying for his degree and liked to show off occasionally. the list was a suggestion of changes to the republic, some small, some large. it was a silly fancy of fox’s, as the whole book was, but if he couldn’t indulge himself in his own karkin’ book then they might as well have punted him off the high levels back on coruscant.

yet for all that he’d settled—and paid taxes, even—fox hadn’t felt part of the citizenship of the planet. then the poll card had arrived. and suddenly he mattered in a tangible way. just like the bothan baker next door did. just like the twi’lek downstairs, the one with the noisy kriffin’ speeder, did.

thorn found fox in the kitchen, still staring at the scrap of card. he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.

“you okay there, chief?” he asked. he’d been trying out alternatives to ‘sir’. “noise complaint again?”

fox shook his head. he didn’t look up. “voting thing. there’s an election.”

“oh! yeah, we got ours yesterday. are you— what’s that face you’re making. i don’t think i like it.”

fox raised his head and gleamed his smile at thorn, who backed away slightly, one hand drifting to where a blaster once hung. fox’s eyes felt very wide. he jabbed the poll card like a vibroknife.

“do you know what this means?”

“democracy comes in two postal batches?”

“no! well, yes, apparently, and that’s inefficient, but— no!” fox jabbed the card again. “this means i am a citizen and i am about to make that a senator’s problem. where’s my manifes— list, thorn? it’s time for an update.”