#The Flaming Soldier

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Idea

After several years, Danny and Damian meet each other again at a gala. But there was no heartfelt reunion since the moment they led eyes on each other it was all-out war. Damian takes out a sword from somewhere and Danny just starts throwing hands.

The fighting is intense, and blood is being spilled (what are those glowing green specks?). They are screaming at each other in Arabic as it's easier to slip back to your mother tongue when in rage right? This makes the fight more personal.

Most people don't understand what they're saying but those who do look at the boys then Bruce. Bruce then back to the boys again. Like B, we know you're stupid but you fucked this person twice.... did you NOT see the red flags the SECOND TIME!?!?

The fight ends with Damian on the ground with the sword grazing his neck. He looks up to Danyal with the fear of god in his eyes, knowing that with one swift movement, he'll be dead on the dance floor. But Danny's eyes were cold and tired, they were dead. No spark, no sense of life in those chilling blue depths.

Calmly, Danny spoke to Damian. His voice was crystal clear, cool like a mountain stream.

"Just because you jumped into the fire behind me doesn't mean you felt the pain I did.  Your hand was held above the flames while I was being burnt in the fucking fire."

Damian begins to cry because he knows that Danny is right. No matter what he went through, it would never compare to what happened to his big brother. Even more so, when he feels long lanky arms wrap around him, a cool hand rubbing his back soothingly, and whispers of sweet nothingness entering his ears.

He cries because no matter what he does he will never be like his big brother.

[gellavonhamster]

One Piece + Tumblr text posts, 1/?

[fanaticsnail]

First Time

Masterlist Here

I'm blaming @thenotsofantasticlifestory for this. love you, queen.

Themes: mdni, 18+, NSFW, smut. One Piece Canon x gn!reader. Sabo, Kid, Killer, Law, Corazon, Doflamingo, Sanji, Zoro in mind.

The first time they bottom out, their voice catches in a heady groan. As soon as their balls touch flush with your skin, their breath is choked in their throat, shuddering through a hissed whisper of your name.

They become immediately hypnotised by the feeling of being fully sheathed within you, finally at whole as a man once lost - now found within you. They wriggle their hips to adjust themselves, acclimatising to the way your body reacts to home them.

"Fuck, you feel so good,” their voice keens needily into your neck, “I-I don't know how long I'm gonna last like this-!"

All you can do is lace your hands over their shoulders, clinging on as they shallowly thrust into your body, whining praise of how perfect you truly feel for them.

Head buried in the crook of your neck, and whispering a mixture of praise and neediness that they never knew they truly wanted to express, their whines and confessions ring true in their faith for you as their deity. You are theirs, and they are yours. Each soft, shallow thrust of their blunt tip hitting that plush point deep within you has their lips quivering and mind foggy.

All there was, was you. Only ever, you.

All of you.

Their cock felt at one, and their mind became overcome and overstimulated at the feeling. Thrusts growing needy, they ensured you were able to take it by their eyes training on every inhale and exhale that met and fled from your lips. Each time you breathed them in, they felt closer to you. Each time you exhaled out, their breath fled from themselves in unison.

They were yours. Completely yours.

And they were going to have you remember it by any means necessary.

[grandline-fics]

Unconscious Protector

DESCRIPTION: When you suddenly lose consciousness 

WARNINGS: Descriptions of fainting and sleep walking

CHARACTERS: Sabo, Killer, Marco | Luffy, Zoro | Law, Sanji, Ace

WORDS: 2,247

A/N: Here's another part for this prompt that you guys voted for my belated birthday and 2k follower milestone event. I'll probably do another one of these with other characters at some stage but I hope you all enjoy this version with these characters.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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SABO

When Sabo needed a sparring partner there was no-one he sought out more than you. You both made it gruelling and challenging but also fun in equal measure. Your sparring sessions could last as long as you both could stand or until someone else came along in need of either of you for a meeting or a mission. Some people would have called your long bouts impressive which he’d agree with. But when they’d call it excessive, Sabo would disagree. Because of the busy schedules you both had and missions now taking you both longer and further away from the base it meant the sparring was really the only opportunity he had to make spending time with you plausible without fearing a rejection had he just asked you out like a normal person.  

Sabo walked through the base, his eyes searching and bright as he looked for you. He slid to a halt and whipped his head to the side when he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. Excited he turned towards you and called out your name, grinning when you immediately turned and beamed when you smiled at him in greeting. When he approached, his grin hardened and he closed the distance, throwing his arm out which you managed to block with your forearm. Obviously he wasn’t going at full strength or speed and neither were you. At this point it could be compared to two normal people saying ‘hello’ but then again, you and Sabo’s relationship never could be defined as normal. 

You never could say no to Sabo and his requests to train. It was how you could selfishly have alone time with him. Most of the time the sparring sessions were more fun than gruelling and you didn’t realise you’d been training until you felt the effects the next day. Now had you used your brain a little more instead of thinking about your crush on the Chief of Staff you should have declined this sparring session because you were already exhausted having just returned from a mission. You should have just done the smart thing and said 'maybe tomorrow’ or even 'maybe later’ instead you all but raced him to the training room. Now you were truly suffering for you lack of thought. Attacks you could have avoided with ease took greater focus than normal. You were still holding your own but now you could feel the extra weight on your limbs and noticed the sting in your eyes. The exhaustion was mounting but you still couldn’t bring yourself to stop sparring.    

Sabo caught your wrist when your threw a very obvious attack at him. Quickly he spun to knock you to the floor but his confident smirk feel into a horrified expression as your body went slack and eyes fell closed, unconscious before you’d even hit the floor. Frightened for a moment he’d went too far even though he knew you’d both fought each other with more ferocity in the past, Sabo quickly checked you over, desperate to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt you. When he was assure by his own observation that you’d just fallen asleep he finally let out the breath he’d been holding and slowly lay down to settle beside you on the training mats. He wasn’t going to count this as a win in the long running and very balanced tally of wins and loses between your spars.

Instead he tucked a hand behind his head and closed his eyes. If anyone came by they’d just think the two of you were both relaxing together. Sabo also used the time to let his own body unwind, realising that maybe he was putting his own body under too much strain too, it would’t have been good if he fainted in the middle of training too. Silently he was grateful no one was around to see this and was able to enjoy spending the chance to rest peacefully alongside you. Now Sabo began to think of other ways he could spend time with you. 

KILLER

The Victoria Punk was always loud and energetic. On days when the crew were navigating fierce storms and engaged in explosive battles, it followed the same code as it did when things were peaceful and fun; the louder the better. For two days straight you and the rest of the Kid Pirates sailed through one of the worst storms you’d encountered in a long while, yelling out to each other and shouting acknowledgement to Kid and Killer as you hurried through the rain and crashing lightning and rolling thunder that you’d heard their orders. Then came the explosions of canons and gun fire when a Marine ship appeared through the darkness and heavy veil of rain, launching their attack when they thought your crew’s attention was distracted by the weather but they soon learned the chaos was what you all thrived on and met the challenge with wide grins and drawn weapons. 

The Marines engaged with you were relentless, you’d give them that much but ultimately they were overconfident and their weaknesses could be exploited by you and the others with ease. When the storm died, so did the fight, the Kid Pirates the victors over both encounters and your cheers filled the air as the night skies cleared. Now that the waters were calmed the only thing on all of your minds now was the thought of an all out celebration. With everyone’s duties completed, you all cleared room on the deck and dragged out the barrels and bottles of booze and anything that was or could loosely resemble something to sit on. As the ship’s doctor you had to tend to those hurt-with thankfully just minor injuries- from both the storm and fight and were last to find somewhere to sit. You grabbed your drink and scanned the area already loud and infectiously in good spirits. Your gaze zeroed in on a spot and you closed the distance, sitting down on the deck and settling your back against Killer’s leg. 

Beneath his mask, Killer briefly glanced to see who was using him as an improvised support and couldn’t help but tense slightly to see it was you. You and Killer had a casual back and forth with each other. A flirty comment here, an affectionate touch there. Never anything heated, usually just the brush of fingers against the other when helping out in the ship’s duties or a brief placing of a hand on the other when either of you needed to get by in the usually bustling and hectic hallways and deck. Killer usually favoured his hand on your lower back and you favoured your hand on his upper arm. For you to settle against him shouldn’t have been a surprise or anything new by comparison but still Killer couldn’t help but be aware of your presence. Even while you were talking away to Wire and he joked with Killer it was hard to fully ignore how effortlessly comfortable it was.

Further into the night, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, lounging back instead of just sitting, and lay your head back while you continued the conversations. The second you adjusted though, Killer’s hand instinctively settled against the back of your head; keeping you in your comfortable position and began to absently play with your hair. Kid faltered mid-sentence with his second-in command to glance briefly down to see you had already all but melted into Killer’s touch, your eyes growing heavier as you tried to focus on your conversation. Unfortunately in a matter of seconds you were out like a light and your nearly empty mug dropped with a dull thunk which caught Killer’s attention your way. 

Across the deck two other crew members burst out into loud laughter at their own conversation causing you you stir slightly. Swiftly Killer grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at their feet with precision that ensured they wouldn’t get hurt but definitely caught their attention. Nervously they looked towards their vice-captain who rose a finger to his mask in a clear signal to shush. Effectively everyone on board lowered their voices to a more respectable level which for anyone else would still be pretty loud but so long as you continued to sleep soundly, your unintentional guard dog of the night was content.

MARCO

Everything was calm on the Moby Dick as it usually was. As an Emperor’s ship as noticeable as his, practically everyone with any sense in their skulls left Whitebeard well enough alone. Night watches were merely a formality and mostly to keep an eye out in case a freak storm hit or another Emperor felt inclined to cause trouble out of boredom. Marco used the quiet of night to go over his medical stock and see to any last minute tasks that he couldn’t get to when the ship was rowdy in the day. In the middle of writing his list of what medicines and ingredients he needed to replenish, Marco stifled a small yawn. 

Not wanting to stop and leave the remainder of his duty for another night he decided instead to pause and go to the ship’s kitchen. As much as he tried to avoid drinking coffee after a certain time of the day he knew the caffeine would help. When he stepped out onto the deck he heard a yelp from above and lazily glanced up to see one of the younger and newer additions to the crew peer out over the top of the crow’s nest. They let out a shaky sigh of relief to see it was just Marco staring up at them blankly. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost-yoi.”

“I did!” The crewmate hissed, casting a nervous glance out onto the large ship’s deck. Marco tilted his head curiously and looked around the darkened deck. The moon was completely shrouded in cloud so the lack of light and chill in the air could be eerie to some, easy to let the mind play tricks on itself at this hour especially when alone. The pirate in the Crow’s Nest could feel Marco’s skepticism and bristled defensively. “I know what I saw! You have the powers of a mythical creature, you can't tell me ghosts don’t exist!”

“Didn’t say they didn’t” Marco chuckled with a lazy shrug. He’d seen enough strange and crazy things on these seas to encourage an open mind even after all of these years. Still though, a ghost on the ship was a new one. Holding back a yawn, Marco stretched his arms out and smiled calmly. “I’ll take a look around. If you see the ghost, just call okay?”

Without waiting for the response, Marco continued towards the kitchen, pausing by the door when he heard a faint creak against the floorboards. Slowly Marco looked behind him and around the corner seeing there was no-one there. Letting out a small chuckle, he shook his head and pressed inside only to suppress the curse in his throat and hold back the urge to jump in shock when the outline of a person was standing in the corner of kitchen. Flicking on the light Marco let out a small breath to see that it was you. “You’re playing the long game waiting in here and trying to scare someone-yoi.“ He teased lightly only to become concerned when you didn’t respond. Instead you remained in the corner. “Hey, you okay?”

Marco approached slowly and only saw now that you were asleep, eyes heavy lidded as you stared emptily at the wall. Now he saw you were sleep walking. Knowing better than to wake you, Marco approached carefully and gently set his hand against your wrist, lightly coaxing you to turn.

“Time for bed.” He instructed softly, smiling when you seemed to react enough to his words. Slowly you walked towards the door and Marco could see now why your movements could have been mistaken for a ghost on board. Marco’s smile twitched when you made the wrong turn after leaving the kitchen, needing him to softly redirect you with another subtle touch which thankfully set you on the right route. “There we go.”

For the entirety of the confusing, winding and slow paced journey you took through the ship Marco remained your vigilant protector. In your sleep induced state you seemed determined to veer in every wrong direction, even getting close to walking straight into one of the canons and potentially hurting yourself which you would have had Marco not been there to stop you. Finally he managed to help you into your sleeping quarters and assisted you into your bed, your body relaxing instantly. Exhausted Marco rubbed his eyes and headed straight for his own bed, managing to catch a couple hours sleep before the sun rose. 

As expected you had no memory of your sleepwalking adventure but approached him at breakfast with a bright smile. “Wanna hear what I dreamt about last night?”

“This should be good.” Marco grinned, unable to be in a low mood when you smiled at him like that.

“Dreamt I was lost in a maze.” You began. “No matter which way I went I just couldn’t get out. Next thing I knew, you were there and rescued me. Guess I can always count on you to help me out.” At that Marco’s smile grew. 

“Always.”

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[a-killer-obsession]

☠️ The Kid Pirates ☠️

Took a lil break from asks and writing to make myself some new banners for fics cos cropping screenshots just wasn't doin it for me anymore :P

Killer is a hair model :3c

[gwyn-nesta-emerie]

“Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it."

Art is by Kloartz

I love how the artist captured this scene. It is heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

And I'm not going to romantize this scene but the fact it's a direct parallel to Lucien giving Elain his cloak after her traumatic event speaks volumes to me.

These two are endgame. No doubt in my mind about that.

[illustratus]

The Capture of a City by French troops by Dirk Langendijk

[viserya-firstofhername]

So do you reckon, did he first lay his hand upon her knee when she declared she fancies him just the way he is, or did she draw his hand in hers to compel him to listen attentively?

[kurozawa46]

Shiro is going to Flame Con again this year!! Come visit me at Table PR. 18!! NEW merch: A Very Stucky Holiday Art Prints Pack (5pc) LEGACY merch: NSFW Stucky Arts / Sexy Pack (8pc) LEGACY merch: NSFW Stucky Arts / Naughty Pack (8pc)

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" One Piece Fandom Wars

[animeglitch]

[rosssnd]

LET ME COOK!!!!!!

[artandthebible]

The Arrest of Christ

Artist: Hans Holbein the Elder (German, 1460-1524)

Date: 1501

Medium: Oil on Spruce Wood

Collection: Städel Museum, Frankfurt, Germany

The Arrest of Christ

The arrest of Jesus is described in multiple Bible passages, including: Matthew 26:47-56: An armed crowd sent by the chief priests and elders arrests Jesus. Judas, one of Jesus's disciples, betrays him by kissing him.

John 18:1-12: Jewish police and Roman soldiers arrest Jesus in a garden. Jesus overpowers the forces with the name of God.

Luke 22:39-53: Jesus is arrested in Gethsemane. The arrest of Jesus is described in all four Gospels, but only Matthew and Mark name the location as Gethsemane

[eliza-makepeace]

cheerful humming nothing-like-depressed-innkeeper-kote-anymore kvothe my beloved

[majestick-posts-op]

My personal list for the top 10 hottest men in one piece

10) Killer.

Even with that mask he was still able to pull and the 50% of his bandaged covered face already showed us something beautiful.

9) Ace.

If we're talking about Alabasta Ace then he's a disgustingly hot bastard. He hasn't showered in 3 weeks and I love him. Wano Ace is a dead wife <3

8) Kuma

LOOK AT HIM I'M BEGGING YOU

7) Sabo

Unhinged type of hot. He has victorian gentleman drip but at the same time he'll take me with him to cause a revolution and while he looks at me with blood on his face and those blue eyes that stare into your soul I'll know he's the one.

6) Luffy

Wano did things...

Do I have to remind it to anyone?

5) Franky

You guys I am so envious of Robin actually. She gets a multifuntion cyborg husbands who shots lasers out of his nipples and cola from his ass. Peak masculinity.

4) Usopp

THE BESTETS OF BOYS, ACTUALLY

If only he wasn't whitewhashed :(

3) Yamato

Bold of him to keep his tits after coming out as a man. Definetly adds to the great completion.

2) Jimbei.

Was canonically refered to as handsome by Robin. Do I need to say more?

Honorable mentions:

Law (If he had more mushroom drip I would have added him)

Buggy (Didn't include him because the "man" part probably doesn't suit them entirely)

Corasan (More cute than hot but he's there)

Rayleigh (Aged like diamonds underpressure)

Penguin (He's so fine for what?? Drowning him??? I'm still pissed)

1) Brook.

Nothing needs to be said at all.

[fictionthorn]

I've seen other people doing this and wanted to join in