#kidpirates

[someobsessionrequired]

OP characters

Would they let you paint their nails?

(Only MILDLY suggestive for Shanks...because yknow...its shanks)

Luffy!

You can absolutely try! He's not against it but this boy will most definitely run off about two fingers in

His color of choice was a ruby red that was supposed to get a coat of silver glitter, sadly you did not make it that far

The few fingers you did get done are completely back to normal within a day from a mixture of picking and chewing at them unconsciously

Sanji!

Is absolutely enthusiastic that you asked him! Tells you to choose whatever color you love the most so he has a constant reminder of you

Most definitely gets a nose bleed the moment you touch his hand, but other than that he sits patiently

Takes extra care in the kitchen to not damage said nails, if they flake off over time he will ask you to fix them for him

Zoro!

Definitely not overly enthusiastic about it but will begrudgingly agree after an idea hits his 2 working brain cells

He will get you to paint his two middle fingers a lime green, and will exclusively use this opportunity to flip Sanji off any chance he gets

Does not last long though within a week all the polish has chipped off

Nami!

100% down, she will request to paint yours as well afterwards

The two of you will be rocking a cute tangerine orange, every couple weeks you two will sit and touch them up again together

Brook!

He will absolutely crack a bone joke about how he does not have nails to paint

Will let you paint the tips of his boney fingers though, he would ask for a shade of blue that reminds him of his dear friend Laboon

Shockingly with a protective coat the polish stays wonderfully for many werks

Robin!

Another who is very happily down and requests to do the same for you! She will make a whole event of the time, tea, and some light reading in-between coats drying

If this becomes a regular ocurance she will mix up colors between dark violet shades and deeper pinks

Jinbe!

This man is not quite sure what you are asking of him but agrees with a hearty chuckle

When you ask him to pick a color he will ask for dealers choice, he does not particularly care about the polish but enjoys the way your face lights up when he agrees

Sadly does not last long on him ask with so much swimming it is bound to break down quickly

Ussop!

Beyond down! Another to make a whole event of the time, hair, face mask, and nails

Paint his nails while he tells you beyond Preposterous stories, the self care will be going both ways that night and by the end both party's will be refreshed

He would choose a forest green and after it drys attempt to do little designs of vines and flowers on them, to a somewhat success

Kid!

You would not even have to ask, this man would run out of his own polish and ask if you had any

A bit annoyed when you ask to paint them for him but agrees under the terms that he can make the two of you match

This man is red all the way, the more like fresh blood the better, will let you once in a while spice it up with painting his middle fingers black

Killer!

God he really did not want to at first but he is a softy and will agree after he sees your disipointment

At first he thought about matching with his captain but quickly decided against that settling on a deep ocean blue

With the amount of fighting this man gets up too it does not last long, but once a week will go to you to have them fixed up

Heat!

Obsessed with the idea! Another to have an entire self care night with you

Will pick a deep firey orange with a lighter orange glitter on top, has you help fix up his dreads as each coat drys, he struggles with the ones behind his head so that where your main focus will be

Afterwards will do the same back for you choosing for your nails to half match his, instead having a sparkly blue on top

This will become a regular occurrence

Wire!

Loves the idea, he's a man of few words so things you can do together that do not put pressure on talking are his favoites

He would wants a darker purple as to complement his outfit, after you finish he would place his hand out and after a moment of confusion you'd understand this him offering to do the same for you!

He takes great care of his nails but fighting takes its damage on them, when they get too bad he will simply approach you and hold out his hand to show how chipped they are, you get the message and fix them up for him

Law!

Absolutely! ...not...

He rejects it flat out multiple times and after so long you just stop asking...

That is until one night all the crew was drinking and celebrating their latest victory, after several too many drinks he approaches you, definitely even in his intoxicated state finds himself struggling with his words to request what he wants

After a while of anxiously waiting for the captain to tell you what he wants he simply asks you to follow him, assuming you are in trouble you are shocked to find him request such a silly thing

Happily you lead him to your chambers digging around in your bag you pull out a matte black polish

The next morning he wakes with a ragging hangover on top of the shock of his nails now painted, wants to be angry but knows it looks damn good, continues to take damn good care of them as well

Penguin! & Shachi!

Okay if you ask one they will not only agree immediately but also drag the other along

Unshocking this will not be an easy endeavor, it starts off strong with the two of them dumping out every color you own digging though struggling to choose a color

Eventually they will settle on a color each, penguin having picked and icey blue and Shaci with an almost neon orange, they request you do every other finger with each color

After you finish up they do the same for you each boy taking a hand, it starts off fine but quickly turns into the two insulting each other over how messy they paint, it turns into a competition of who can paint better

Bepo!

Often you find yourself napping and relaxing with Bepo so after a while of this you mentioned the idea of painting the polar bear's claws

He is absolutely giggling and squealing at the idea, quickly requesting for the most fun color you could think of, this boy wants glitter and do not cheap out! A light icy blue base with as many rainbow sparkle coats you can muster up

He will treasure them and keep them as safe as he can but will come to you with tears in his eyes as they peel off, give this boy a huge and fix them up for him!!

Shanks!

Absolutely will but requests you sit on his lap as you do it, this man will use any sneaky trick to get what he wants but as long as you both are happy he's winning

Wants a shade of red that matches his hair, once you finish up his hand he will ask you to do the other hand, out of pure Instinct you look towards where his other hand would be as he lets out a deep vibracious laugh poking fun at you for the rest of the night

Mihawk!

We'll say no the first time you ask but if you mentioned it a few times he will eventually give in requesting the most simple soild black you can find

After you finish them he takes a moment staring at them before nodding at you and sending you on your way

Over the next few days you'll notice anytime he walks by a mirror to straighten up his outfit he will take a moment to appreciate the nails and how well they complement his look, he may not want to admit it but you can tell he is feeling himself up

Will eventually ask you to fix them up over time as he says he's grown fond of them

Writers note!

Thank you reading! Requests are open for headcanons, fics, and really just about anything!

[ducky531]

Ngl, I'm am FURIOUS that Quincey does not have more art for her. LOOK AT THIS,LOOK AT HER! THIS IS PEAK CHARACTER DESIGN AND YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE!! In other news, I finally remembered to draw Heat with his vine tattoos :D ...Yes, this is how I draw Heat, shush. He looks cool like this, lol.

[zombiekillerky]

One Piece Oneshots - {Sanji x Reader} - Lead On (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1346878806-one-piece-oneshots-sanji-x-reader-lead-on?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ZombiekillerKy This book is mostly filled with stories based before the Thousand Sunny is introduced with the strawhats. I've only made it so far within the series so there isn't going to be many stories based on newer episodes or lore for now.

[devircy]

Strip Poker (NSFW) KidLaw

Another prompt I was given was Strip Poker so why not do a possessive Eustass. About 1k words this does have some smut so if that is not your thing don’t read. Also I do take oneshot or fic requests if you have something you want to read about. 

Trafalgar Law is flawed in one area of his life, cards. He can’t play them, and usually won’t play them unless there is something in it for him. And there was one thing he wanted to see knowing without fail, sure as the sun would rise the next morning that this would work. Cackles filled the air as Luffy gripped his stomach practically sprawling himself across the floor.

“Again Traffy?” Laughter broke each syllable as he attempted to speak. Around him, both swordsman and cook shared their captain's sentiment in a more contained manner. His own two crewmates were mildly amused. Everyone except for him.

“Pay up Trafalgar,” The Strawhats navigator held her hand out expectantly moving her finger to match her words. As if he was unaware that he had not just lost four consecutive rounds leaving him bare. There was no chill to the evening island air as he stood to remove one of his only remaining articles of clothing. 

“Woooo take it off,” The room was filled with jesting comments, comments that fed unbridled emotion like wildfire. His fingers hooked into his jean, meticulously unhooking the button and then the zipper. Those eyes watched him, no, consumed his every movement. The attention felt hot on his skin, unyielding, demanding for him to know he was watching. His eyes flicked up to the source locking with the molten orange eyes that glowed in the firelight. A flutter of desire stirred in his heart. 

‘You want a show Eustass-ya I’ll give you one. One where you can’t touch me yet, where you are confined to your seat in the sand only able to watch. Unable to claim what is yours. How long can you last?’ His own smirk seemed to challenge. The answer was immediate, Eustass’s jaw worked, flexing with each clench as Law promptly bent at the hips. Inch by inch the fabric revealed tanned skin, skin that no doubt bore Eustass’s touch, kiss, or bite at one point. 

Pupils dilated as they fought to hold Law’s stare dipping occasionally to drinking the sight of the long tanned legs, decorated in tattoos that he had traced a thousand times. The thought deepened his smirk and Eustass seemed to know exactly why. In the sand, his remaining hand had begun to trace the patterns of Law’s tattoos as if he was touching them. Fully removing the pants Law sat back on the beach in his boxers enjoying the dark flash that appeared in the other captain's bright eyes. 

“Traffy you can’t lose this round,” Luffy still laughed, mouth half full of the meet he had somehow obtained.

“It would be unwise for all of us if you lost this round Law,” Sanji spoke up from where he carefully watched the two captains. Law said nothing in return as Nami dealt out the next hand with a feline grin. There was some part of him that was certain the game was rigged not that he minded since it all worked in his favor.

His hand was shit, again and Nami knew it. Her eyes danced with entertainment as the round closed up leaving Law to lay down his pitiful hand. He knew all eyes were on him however he only felt the stare of one.

“I guess you are the first to lose it all Trafalgar.” 

“No.” The word caused everyone to turn.  Law wasn’t sure when the redhead had risen to his feet but Eustass stormed over stepping directly through the middle of the cards. Metal licked at his skin before the grip tightened like a snake with its prey. It took less than a second for him to find himself hoisted over the larger man's shoulder. “You don’t get to see what’s mine.”

The last word shot through Law faster than adrenaline, coursing through his veins as if his life force. Eustass knew the reaction the word drew out of Law. The claim that ruled him so thoroughly he could know nothing else. Law could not get them to his room fast enough. Teeth already marked flesh before soothing licks coaxed at the skin. Tangled in hair fingers worked praising the oral worship of the other.

 "You are mine." Was all Eustass could say, over and over all night as he claimed the darker-haired man. Fast and then slow, each word deliberate a prayer and a promise. It was moaned and grunted, it was fucked into Law's very skin by the end of the night

Law let him claim him until well into the next morning. Lazily he laid his head upon the pale chest enjoying the steady beat of his heart until the rumbling of words masked it. "I meant it you are mine." 

"As if I could ever forget." Lifting his head Law studied him, orange irises peeked through hooded lids. Serenity encased them both as if their guards had never been drawn against each other. As if it was their souls alone for all eternity worshiping one another.  His eyelids fell shut again, craving the sleep he need. The world began to fade as sleep clawed at him desperately. 

"I would do it again to prove it to you, to prove to the world that you are mine alone." 

Bonus:

“That will be 50 Berries Zoro.” Nami chirped happily ready to collect from the already indebted swordsman.

“Witch.” Before Zoro could search for the nonexistent pouch of money he owned a hand-tossed her the coins. Without another word Sanji walked off leaving the two dumbfounded.

[majoraop]

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Happy birthday to our favorite Captian ❤️❤️❤️ yall I don't draw chibi's and this is why lol.

[princesskenny1998]

One Piece | Eustass Kid x KidPirate!f!softdom!reader ~ Perfect (smut)

The crew of the Victoria Punk was used to being stared at—their reputation preceded them wherever they went, and they were known as some of the fiercest and most ruthless pirates on the sea. Eustass Kid’s name alone sent shivers down the spines of Marines and other pirates alike. However, you always managed to draw just as many stares for an entirely different reason.

The soft pastel pink of your dress swayed gently in the breeze as you strode down the deck, a stark contrast to the dark, punk-rock aesthetic of the Kid Pirates around you. The crew wore leather, chains, and heavy boots, all blacks and reds, while you favored flowing skirts, white lace, and an occasional pastel bow in your hair. Even your weapons—deadly as they were—were tucked neatly into a dainty white leather holster embroidered with pink flowers. Your demeanor was sweet, polite, and friendly to an almost disarming degree.

The regular townsfolk who watched you and the crew dock always looked baffled, some even whispering to themselves, wondering how a woman as gentle-looking as you ended up with a pirate crew like Kid’s. What they didn’t know, what they couldn’t know, was how you had Kid himself wrapped around your little finger—how you held the true power in your relationship with the infamous pirate captain.

It was subtle, of course. Kid still stomped around and bellowed orders in public, his brash and wild nature on full display. He still struck fear into the hearts of anyone who dared to oppose him, his iron fists ready to break any threat to pieces. But when it was just the two of you, behind closed doors, the dynamic was completely different. You had him exactly where you wanted him, and the thrill of knowing that you could command a man like Kid with just a few words or a single look was intoxicating.

You had learned early on how much Kid craved the feeling of power, how much he thrived on control—except when it came to you. With you, he surrendered that control willingly, and you loved every second of it.

The door to the captain’s quarters creaked shut behind you, and Kid’s eyes were already on you, his usual arrogance tempered with something softer, almost expectant. You walked toward him, your boots clicking softly against the wooden floor as you closed the distance, every step deliberate.

“Sit,” you instructed, your voice gentle but commanding, and Kid obeyed immediately, settling back onto the edge of your massive bed. The bed creaked under his weight, but he didn’t break eye contact with you. His broad shoulders, usually held high with authority, seemed to relax ever so slightly, as if he were waiting for you to take the lead.

You stood in front of him, your dress billowing slightly around you, and smiled sweetly as you slowly lifted one foot, showing off the white lace socks that peeked out from your over-the-knee boots. “Take them off,” you said simply, a hint of playful mischief in your eyes. “Now.”

Kid’s eyes darkened at your words, his jaw tightening just a bit, but he didn’t hesitate. He reached forward, his strong hands moving to the buckles of your boots with a strange sort of reverence. He pulled at the leather, loosening the straps and slipping the first boot off with care, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of your sock. Then he moved to the other boot, following the same routine—every movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

“Good boy,” you murmured, and you felt a rush of satisfaction when you saw the way his gaze flickered with excitement at the praise, his usual defiance melting away under the weight of your approval.

As he removed the second boot, you balanced your foot on his thigh, the white lace socks soft against him. His fingers trailed up your ankle, pausing at the top of the sock where the lace met your bare thigh, but he didn’t move further—he knew better than to act without permission. You had trained him well.

“Go on,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. “Take them off, too.”

His fingers trembled slightly as he obeyed, carefully peeling the first sock down, rolling it over your calf and foot until it slipped free. You let your foot rest in his hand for a moment, enjoying the way he looked up at you from his seated position, the usual fire in his eyes tempered with something more submissive.

“Other one,” you said, your tone almost casual.

He nodded, quickly moving to the second sock. You watched him work, taking in the way his usually rough and forceful hands were now gentle, careful not to snag the delicate fabric. He slid the sock down slowly, as if dragging out the moment for as long as possible, his attention focused entirely on you.

When both socks were off, he sat back, his hands resting on his knees, waiting for your next instruction. There was no hint of rebellion or arrogance in his posture—only the unspoken promse that he was yours to command, that he would do whatever you asked without question.

You let a slow smile spread across your face, feeling the thrill of power surge through you, and you reached down, running your fingers through his unruly red hair, tugging it lightly. Kid’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a low sound of pleasure escaping his lips, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Good boy,” you said again, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your lips. “Now, let’s see how well you can really behave for me.”

Kid’s eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of longing and obedience, and you could see the desire burning there—the need to be everything you wanted, to be the man who would bow to you without losing an ounce of his strength or fire. It was intoxicating, knowing that you held the reins, that you could bring out this side of him whenever you wanted.

“Yes,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, barely more than a whisper. “Whatever you say.”

And in that moment, the fierce, unstoppable pirate captain—the man feared by so many—was completely and utterly yours, caught in the web you had so carefully and intentionally spun.

Kid’s eyes stayed locked on yours, his normally wild and unpredictable nature tamed, held in check by the unspoken promise of your command. You stroked his hair again, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away as you rewarded him with that simple touch. There was a storm of emotions in his gaze—desire, longing, and a kind of deep, unfathomable trust. It was rare for him to let his guard down like this, but he did it for you, and that was something you never took for granted.

“My good boy,” you repeated, softer this time, your fingers sliding from his hair to his jaw. You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you, to focus entirely on you and nothing else. His breathing hitched at your touch, and you saw the shudder that ran through him—so subtle that only you, who knew him so well, would catch it.

He was always like this with you—hungry for your approval, craving the praise that you alone gave him. He lived for these moments, where you were in control, where you set the pace and he willingly followed, letting himself be yours in a way he’d never allow anyone else. It was a secret between you, a hidden side of the fearsome pirate captain that no one else would ever see.

“Get on your knees,” you said, your voice low but commanding. It wasn’t a request, and you could see the way his eyes widened slightly at the order, a spark of excitement igniting in them. He hesitated only for a fraction of a second before obeying, sliding off the edge of the bed and kneeling before you, his broad hands resting on your thighs as he looked up at you with an expression that was almost reverent.

Your pastel dress, a stark contrast to the dark, rugged surroundings of the ship’s cabin, draped around you like a waterfall of soft color. It framed you perfectly, the light fabric highlighting the power you held in this moment—a power you knew Kid adored. You leaned forward, letting your fingers trail down the column of his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse under your touch.

“What do you want, Kid?” you asked, your tone teasing and gentle. You knew exactly what he wanted, of course, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted him to tell you how much he craved you, how much he wanted to obey.

His jaw clenched, the roughness of his features betraying the internal struggle—always so proud, so confident, and yet here, with you, he was willing to shed that pride without hesitation. “I want… to please you,” he said, his voice low and husky, his gaze never leaving yours. “I want to be good for you.”

A pleased smile curved your lips, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead again, feeling the way he exhaled shakily against you. “You are good for me,” you murmured. “But you can do better, can’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed, the desperation in his voice barely contained. “I’ll do anything.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you felt your control over him tighten like a leash. There was something intoxicating about having a man like Eustass Kid—the very embodiment of chaos and power—kneeling before you, waiting for your next command with bated breath. You knew he could break anyone who stood in his way, knew how dangerous he was, but here, in this room, he was as tame as a loyal dog.

“Good,” you said simply, stepping back just enough to give him room to move. “Then show me.”

Without hesitation, Kid’s hands moved to the hem of your dress, his calloused fingers careful as he lifted the fabric up and over your hips. He was thorough, his eyes hungry as he drank in every detail of you, his rough exterior barely containing the intensity of his need. His hands trembled slightly as they brushed against the delicate lace of your lingerie, the contrast between the softness of the fabric and the ruggedness of his hands only heightening the tension.

You allowed him this moment, watching as he worked with the kind of patience that didn’t come naturally to him, his hands careful not to tear or damage anything. He looked up at you for approval, a silent question in his eyes, and you nodded, giving him permission to continue. The relief and excitement that flashed across his face made your heart race.

As he moved closer, his breath warm against the inside of your thigh, you felt a rush of power—knowing that you were the only one who could make him like this, make him surrender so completely. You tucked his hair gently, urging him on, and he responded with a fervor that left you gasping. His hands were firm but careful, his movements slow and deliberate, taking his time as if savoring every moment of your approval.

“Good boy,” you whispered again, the words tumbling out as you felt your own control slipping just a fraction. It was a balancing act—the way you kept him on edge, kept him wanting and needing—and you knew he lived for the praise you gave him, the validation that he was enough, that he was doing exactly what you wanted.

His pace quickened at the praise, his grip tightening ever so slightly, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as he buried himself deeper in the task you’d given him. You let him guide you closer to the edge, your breath coming faster, your fingers tangling in his red hair as you held him to you, feeling his desperate need to please you radiating off of him in waves.

Time seemed to blur as he worked, his focus unwavering, and you felt your control slipping further and further until you couldn’t hold back any longer. The tension coiled tight in your body, building higher and higher until it finally snapped, and you cried out, your grip on him tightening as the pleasure washed over you.

Kid held you through it, his strong hands never wavering as you rode out the waves of your release, his eyes half-lidded and dark with satisfaction as he watched you come undone. You let out a shaky breath, your body relaxing into his touch, and you gave him a slow, appreciative smile as you gently pulled him back, away from you, his chest heaving as he looked up at you with a mixture of pride and longing.

“My perfect boy,” you said, and his eyes lit up with a fierce kind of joy that you knew was reserved only for you. He needed your approval, craved it in a way that no one else ever had, and it made him yours—completely and utterly yours.

“Now,” you said, your voice soft but firm as you reached down to lift his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I want you to remember that you’re mine, Eustass. Understand?”

His expression turned serious, and he nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. “I know,” he said, his voice rough and hoarse. “I’m yours.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the lingering heat of your release. “Good boy,” you whispered one last time, and you felt the shiver that ran through him at the words, knowing that they were exactly what he wanted—exactly what he needed.

For now, you were content to keep him wrapped around your finger, to let him bask in the moments when he surrendered to you completely. He might be the captain of this ship, one of the most feared pirates on the seas, but when it came down to it, he was yours in every way that mattered.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[abysscronica]

NEW CHAPTER OF BONDS IS OUT

I apologize for not getting to your asks in the last few days, but I'm happy I can give you this at least. :)

[someobsessionrequired]

OP Characters Favorite ways to cuddle!

Ft. Kid, killer, Heat

KID!

Oh boy, I hope you are not the type to have to get up throughout the night, because there is no moving away from this man!

Most nights will end with you pulled onto his chest, head pressed against his shockingly soft bisep and arm wrapped snuggley around you

His hand rests against your upper thigh, this hold might come across as gentle in the moment but the second you attempt to wiggle out of this position it's almost as though his body reacts on it's own, pulling you in tightly against him

Best of luck to anyone who does need to get up in the middle of the night because this man sleeps like a boulder. If a ship was to appear in the distance this man would sense it within an instant snapping awake, but the second it's you thrashing in his arms saying his name and fighting against his hold ...no dice

On particularly rough nights the position changes up drastically

He will press your back against his chest wrapping himself in around you, large arm resting in front of your body holding you close

He really is a softy and only really cares about holding you close even on the hottest nights against both your better judgments

Speaking of, this man runs hot...and I mean hot! porthole window cracked open is an often must for both your sake

KILLER!

Oh this sweet man! He is such a cuddly dude once you get him to open up

First while of sharing a bed is awkward because this man refuses to take off the mask, and don't push him to otherwise the things never coming off

He loves to hold you close when you sleep often spooning you

He will have you laying against his chest, one arm under your head with you either laying on his upper bicep on just under his arm, his other arm resting around your form

The arm wrapped around you moves in soothing patterns on your body, he never is the first to sleep and will always make sure you are relaxed and taken care of before he submits to sleep

After some time he will remove the mask for bed, and aside from the pure distraction of how gorgeous this man is the next biggest issue will be the hair

As gorgeous as this man's hair is it doesn't take long to realize the mask was the only thing holding it in place, often just as you're starting to drift off killer will dip his head in closer to yours holding you tighter, intern large portions of his hair spilling over into your face

This man is a light sleeper, which in theory is great if you need to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night... but this man is also clingy as hell when he's tired, often getting up with you and waiting outside the bathroom door just to sweep you back up into bed

HEAT!

Another absolutely cuddly boy! He is the type who is always down for a cuddle often leading to the two of you sneaking off just to have a nap in a hammock

When the two of you settle into bed at the end of the night it becomes an entanglement of Limbs quickly

There is absolutely no consistency in which the two of you sleep, often you find yourself playing rag doll as heat slots different limbs at strange angles holding you close

Absolutely the type to mutter on about nothing and everything as he gets tired, mindlessly running his hands though your hair and rubbing soothing patterns on your back

Due to his powers this dude runs hot as hell, but will whine about opening the porthole because he's 'Freezing' for some strange reason even though his body temperature feels warm he himself seems to run cold

Another difficult one to wake up, once he's out there is no amount of shuffling away from him that will wake him up

If anything he just pulls you in tighter, however a simple mutter of his name will wake him out of a dead slumber

Writters Note!

Hehe should I do more of these? If so who?

Requests are open for anything! I will write for most One Piece Characters!!

[starterpak]

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[donivanessdoodles]

FEEL THE HEAT: omg I love how this turned out -headbangs- I love this, I hope yall enjoy!

[tamstam]

two broos, chilling in a bathtub...!

[majoraop]

I'm really happy I was able to draw a Hungry Days AU for this zine! ^^

Punk rock!

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[theseaumie]

This took so much longer than it should have 🥲

[reejindeed]

I keep needing to do inking/color tests on photoshop to really get the process down to a science… Kid’s always been the one who ends up being the guinea pig.