#my drawing skill vanished i think

[lucifersimpp]

idk

[dizzybevvie]

RIP Bubba Sawyer you wouldve loved estrogen

[keeps-ache]

remembering something

[aliferous-ly]

Sometimes Tango sees gold. He's deep in the Warden's den, so surely everything is soaked in blue and green.

Prussian blue. DePrussian blue. Like depression. Eh? Good one, right?

Tango sighs. The gold only flits in the corner of his vision and he's tired, he's endlessly tired but he can't leave until he's done. It's already been so long. He's stuck making shitty jokes to haunted faces that would sooner blastificate his face off than laugh.

But the gold. It's like stardust on his tongue. Memories of hellfire. Gorgeous gilded blackstone, the stuff from his days as a blazeling. No, more like dandelions, like sunbeams through forest branches.

Tango sticks his tongue out in concentration, hopping between crackling soulfires. Navigating his own maze requires skill! Skill that he doesn't always have, admittedly.

Releasing a quiet sigh of relief, Tango approaches an unfinished pillar. He twirls his pickaxe and gets to work. Shulker boxes surround him in short order.

So focused on his work, he misses the gold. He misses the yellow, the soft, the scorching, but it draws near all the same, getting closer and closer-

"Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow," a voice yelps.

Tango screams, fumbling with his pickaxe and building blocks. Both fall to the ground as Tango whirls, nobody's supposed to be here, especially not-

"Jimmy?"

Jimmy sadly stomps his wing out. Black marks mar the feathers, ugly soot staining the gold. "Hi, Tango."

"What are you... How are you here? What are you doing here? You're - you're on Hermitcraft!" Tango gapes.

"Oh, um, crossover event?" Jimmy tries.

"I didn't think there was one of those right now," Tango says. He roots around in his many pockets, making a small happy noise when he finds his comm. He boots it up and peers at the list of people online.

Strangely, Jimmy's the only non-hermit. Tango scrolls through a few lines of Jimmy-Skizz banter, then sees Grian's message of a simple, "join vc".

"Grian got you on?" Tango says, still mystified.

"No, it was more of a group - Tango, quit distracting me! I trudged through all this - this hullabaloo to see you!" Jimmy punctuates this with hands placed determinedly on hips, expression set to a hopeful scowl.

Tango can't make heads or tails of it. It might have to do with the several shots of espresso coursing through his system. Or the lack of sleep. Or the concentration-fatigue, or the way his eyes have been going crossed when he peers at redstone wiring. Any number of reasons, really.

"...why?" Tango finally asks.

This stumps Jimmy. He blinks a few times and furrows his eyebrows. "Why? What d'you mean why? You're my rancher, that's why!"

Well, that's true. Tango nods. Then he paused, frowns, and shakes his head. "Wait, you can't be down here! Spoilers, Jimmy, spoilers!"

Jimmy snaps his fingers. "I'm not a hermit! And I'm certainly going to watch the videos when hermits release them. I won't spill!"

"I guess..."

"But anyway, let's get out of here. It's so stuffy and - fiery," Jimmy says. He flutters his burnt wing helpfully.

Tango wilts. His desire to see Jimmy and guilt at causing him harm wars with his ever-present need to keep working. "I'm busy, Jim. Gotta keep working. It's already been so long, the hermits are getting antsy..."

Jimmy invades his space and as the cavern trickles to silence, he wraps his arms and wings around him.

Tango's always been weak for him. He exhales. Any scrap of energy still clinging to his worn-out body vanishes, and he rocks further into Jimmy's hold.

To his credit, Jimmy just makes a small noise and adjusts so he can support his weight.

"Come on, then," Jimmy says softly. He runs his fingers through his hair. "Let's go take a rest, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," Tango breathes. He closes his eyes and sinks into Jimmy's warmth. It's rather terrible of his fellow hermits, he thinks absentmindedly. Using his rancher for such nefarious means.

But now the glimpses of gold haunt him no longer. His precious yellow fills Tango's vision, covering him in head to toe with deep contentment.

His rancher. His rancher. Tango smiles, and everything glitters.

[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[mycadences]

If I'm reading a romance book set in a world with soulmates, I want my main couple to be fated soulmates instead of the FL having another destined soulmate and the ML potentially finding his soulmate fifty years down the line.

If I'm reading a romance book where the ML can control sentient shadows, I want his shadows to interact with the FL and be curious about her rather than skittering back from her and vanishing whenever she is around.

If I'm reading a romance book where the FL likes gardening, socializing, expresses interest in traveling and abhors violence, I would like the ML to complement her in both interests and values.

If I'm reading a romance book where the ML likes singing, is competitive, has to fight often and struggles with self-worth issues, I would similarly like the FL to complement him in both interests and values.

If I'm reading a romance book I would preferably like the ML to look at the FL with admiration and quiet encouragement instead of pity.

If I'm reading a romance book where the FL explicitly says she is not a child to be fought over, I would like the ML to respect her wishes and autonomy instead of going behind her back to express interest and satisfaction in killing her other suitors.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML has to give a gift to the FL, I would like him to choose a thoughtful present related to her passion instead of dreading the action and being relieved when he doesn't have to do it.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is in a situation where someone has to stay behind to guard the FL, I would like him to volunteer to do it instead of drawing lots with his brother and being happy when he isn't chosen.

If I'm reading a romance book and the FL is in a dangerous situation that the ML cannot directly intervene in, I would like him to express trust in her abilities and skills to get herself out of it.

If I'm reading a romance book I would like the ML to be so smitten with the FL that in his eyes, she is the most beautiful female he has ever seen.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is asked about his future with the FL, I would like him NOT to reply that he has not thought about her beyond sexual fantasies.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML is ordered by his supervisor to stay away from the FL, I would like to say "fuck it" and disobey the order anyway instead of obliging.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML and FL are about to kiss but they get interrupted, I would like him NOT to call it a mistake.

If I'm reading a romance book in a fantasy world with elemental powers and the FL says she needs sunshine after a traumatic ordeal, I would think that the ML is more likely to be someone related to the sun, light and day.

If I'm reading a romance book and the FL is portrayed as more traditionally feminine and gentle and kind but with hidden layers to her character, I would like the ML NOT to be someone who will coddle her and protect her, but someone who can challenge her and get her to bare her fangs, who may be the only person she is standoffish toward in the story.

If I'm reading a romance book and the ML ends his first and only POV chapter thinking of how someone's eyes might light up at receiving his gift and how her happiness brings a smile on his face, I would naturally assume that this person is the FL.

If I'm reading a romance book then I want chemistry between our main leads, and the most convincing method is to show a conversation between the ML and FL where they exchange banter and preferably share a similar sense of humor.

MOST IMPORTANTLY: If I'm reading a romance book I want to see organic tension and growth between our main leads and their relationship blossom ON PAGE, so it should start with the ML and FL NOT having any romantic feelings for each other yet or in a position where they are at odds with each other.

If I'm reading a romance book and the bulk of the ML and FL's interactions have ALREADY occurred mostly off-page so we have missed their entire relationship growth, I would close the book and chuck it aside for a real romance book.

Just take out the characters' names and put in "ML" and "FL", and I think things become quite blatantly clear. I think what a lot of people are forgetting is that ACOTAR is marketed as a ROMANCE fantasy.

[suryp]

Date: unknown

Year: inconsequential

Region: central Tartyryn straight

The snow crunches beneath our feet, the wind howls like the devil, and while we all show fear, I've reason to think my brothers know not that we walk over a frozen sea, more than 30 metres deep with fish heavier than our entire platoon. I doubt my commander knows, either, but that suits our real mission just fine.

The mission. Ha. Everyone knows the only safe spots for a town are off shore, we've already done the math, there's nothing out here worth finding.

Good thing Commander Reijean is such a greedy fuck, then.

"HALT!"

Thats him right there. Most would say he just wants to prove himself, but I know better. All humans hide their worst traits, tone 'em down for the public. We're all worse than we seem on the outside.

"..."

"whats out their c-"

"shut your trap private, I won't have my skill split be-"

*Crack*

"Mission complete, I suppose"

In an instant, Clark pulled out the rifle on his back. it was cheap shit, like all the gear for this trip was, but He's among the best "weapons guys" I've ever met.

Fortunately, the gun jams, and he vanishes into the blizzard.

"Clark? Buddy? Clark? Clark!"

"Circular formation, weapons up, we are-"

"...Commander?"

Just a few more to go. Our platoon used to be larger, but wandering for days on end through an empty void of ice and snow will take its toll. Just a few weeks ago, we might've won this fight.

Good thing banshees are smart, then.

"SpLit up!"

"Commander?"

"Split Up!"

"h- He's right. we're no more than a larger target like this."

"Just gotta find the right time for it."

Sabotage wasn't the plan, and it leaves a bad taste, but there's nothing for it.

"Now."

"..."

"..."

*Cr'Ack*

"..."

*Crunch*

"..."

And finally, a blood curdling scream cut short, by a few extra holes in the lungs.

I stand up, spread my arms wide, and make myself the most clear and easy target I can."

-...-

Two hours later

The blizzard dies, I see my siblings dead in the snow. Three have a mulch of bone and Metal shards, alongside frozen blood, in place of their heads. Commander has a crushed neck. Charlie's kevlar is punched through, frozen blood all along his chest.

There's a sixth carcass, some ornitherian, I think, though it's hard to tell considering how much was eaten. The ribs are gone, and only Two and a half legs remain.

I begin to walk off. A meal, even the frozen remains of a hippogriff corpse, is the last thing I d-

*crunch*

"..."

"you not fight me. why?"

"..."

"all humans try to kill us. take sea from us. take tyk'yk from us."

"...take egg from us."

"..."

"you not fight. why?"

-

alright thats a wrap! The official intro to Fisher and the Flame and the world of... well, I suppose she doesn't have a real name yet but hey, we can make this work.

for a bit of context regarding appearances, if you need that, "Ornithere" and "Hippogriff" refer to pterosaurian animals, most similar to (and heavily based on) Trollman's "Cuvier's Isle" a small spec one-shot. It does not refer to the serinean animals of the same name.

Banshee are a bit easier to describe, being a rough combination of Utahraptor osstramaysi and a Leopard Seal, very similar to @tales-of-kaimere's *Updated* xuul design, along with the Adzakoordu and the White Cockatrice, as well as the Tamakai.

The narrator, Jake Fisher, is getting a drawing, by someone who appreciates men far more than I.

now go read about kaimere on Keenan Taylors twitter, bluesky, deviantart, and youtube channel, along with trollman's various sickass works on the same websites.

-

edits: minor word changes, removal of unneeded dashes, and Commander is now cishet, because killing the first queer confirmed in story feels a bit too rude.

Reijean is still his name tho, since there has to some reason this unit was sent out.

also added a new tag. sorry y'all.

(im just gonna use the most extreme and broad tags that, since im exceedingly apathetic but do want to tag things correctly)

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

This gif when you read the section, in this chapter will make sense LMFAOOO

A/N: And we are back again with another chapter! We finally have the long awaited chat between Y/N and Sanji. There may be some flirtation here and there. We also get Boa Hancock in this chapter. All chapters are linked as well down below. Thank you guys for following, replying, reblogging, liking, the fan fic! Now, without further ado lets begin. 

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (Here)

Sanji x Reader, OP x Reader, Sanji x Y/N

Chapter 9: United Against the Tide 

Y/N POV..

"Hey, Chopper!" I called out, pointing to a distant plume of smoke rising from the ground. "You see that over there?"

Chopper squinted, his eyes widening. "You don't think that's...?"

"There's no doubt. Let's hurry before it's too late!"

"Right!" Chopper agreed, and his bird companion soared swiftly towards the source of the destruction.

As we neared the smoke, I peered down and spotted three small figures running frantically. "There! It's them!" I exclaimed. "But it looks like the Navy is closing in on the other side."

Just as I was about to draw my sword, I noticed ghostly figures moving toward them. One by one, the marines collapsed, their morale shattered.

"I'm worthless, less than a flea," one of the marines muttered dejectedly.

"Hey Chopper, I’m heading down there. I’ve found them." Without waiting for a response, I leapt off the bird and landed safely on the ground below.

As I approached, I recognized the unmistakable figure of Perona, who was currently calling out Zoro. "The least you could do is be gracious!" she scolded him.

Zoro hesitated, clearly uncomfortable as the truth of how he arrived on the island first came to light.

To the right, I noticed Sanji getting way too close to Perona. His usual suave expression instantly vanished as he pleaded, "Take me!" His giddiness was short-lived, though, as Perona launched another attack, leaving him with his morale in tatters.

"I'm lower than earthworm poop..." Sanji mumbled, staring at the ground in defeat.

I stepped forward, taking in the scene. "Yeah, Zoro, the least you can do is be gracious," I said with a smirk.

Zoro, Luffy, and Perona all turned to face me. The moment Luffy saw me, his face lit up with pure joy.

"Y/N!!!" Luffy yelled, sprinting toward me and wrapping me in a tight hug.

I laughed, jumping up and down with him. "Luffy, how are you, big guy? I’ve missed you so much!" I giggled, overwhelmed with happiness at seeing my crewmate again.

"Alright, you guys, Chopper's here, so let's get out of here," I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Luffy and Zoro headed up to Chopper without hesitation.

Just as I was about to climb on, I felt a hand grab my wrist, spinning me around. It was Sanji. His usually confident demeanor was replaced by uncertainty as he softly called my name, "Y/N..." His voice trembled as if he feared I might disappear again.

I met his gaze, seeing the worry and heartbreak in his eyes. It tore at me, but I couldn’t let it show. Not now. "Now's not the time, Sanji," I said gently but firmly, my heart clenching as I watched his expression falter. "We’ll have that discussion when we get back to the ship."

He hesitated, his grip on my wrist tightening for a moment as if he wanted to say something more, but he held back. Finally, he released me, a look of quiet resignation on his face. "Alright...," he whispered, his voice barely audible, before nodding and turning away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

I watched him climb onto the bird with the rest of the crew, his usual lively spirit dulled. My heart ached as I followed, silently vowing that we would talk later, even if it meant reopening wounds that hadn’t fully healed.

As we headed back to the ship, the tension lingered in the air, unspoken words hanging between us, waiting for the right moment to be addressed.

We finally made our way back to the ship, the sight of the Thousand Sunny bringing a sense of relief. As we approached, I waved at the crew, spotting Brook among them. "Brook!" I called out, smiling widely.

Brook, with tears forming in his eye sockets, waved back enthusiastically. "Together again! Oh, I’ve longed for this day!"

But as I glanced around, I noticed Sanji was no longer by my side. My attention was quickly drawn to Chopper’s panicked voice. "He’s hemorrhaging!"

I turned just in time to see Sanji, pale and barely conscious, slowly collapsing into the seawater. With an exasperated sigh, I muttered, "Looks like he hasn’t changed at all," clearly annoyed but concerned nonetheless.

We all finally disembarked from the bird and landed on the ship. Chopper thanked the bird, adding, "Tell everyone in the Birdy Kingdom I said hi!"

Luffy was already distracted, marveling at Franky’s cool new features. As I walked towards the main deck, my eyes fell on a vase containing the flowers Law had gifted me, along with the note. A blush crept onto my cheeks. "These are going in my room," I said, smiling to myself.

Brook, standing next to me, let out a cheerful "Yoohoo! Looks like Sanji picked such beautiful roses!"

I turned to my left and saw Usopp trying to snap Sanji out of his fainted state. "Not one but three beautiful women..." Sanji muttered, still in his daze.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Brook, a teasing tone in my voice. "Actually, these are from Law."

Brook’s jaw dropped, his skeletal mouth agape in shock. At the same moment, Sanji, hearing my words, bolted upright and darted towards the flowers. "That idiot gifted you flowers?!" he exclaimed, his eyes burning with jealousy and rage.

I couldn’t help but smile, nodding as I watched his reaction. "Yep, and I wonder how he knew I loved roses."

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, I added, "But it wasn’t just the flowers. It was the note that surprised me." I felt a blush rising to my cheeks again, the memory of the note making my heart flutter.

Sanji’s curiosity piqued, and his jealousy only grew. "What did that note say?" he demanded, his tone both anxious and angry.

I glanced at the note still tucked beside the vase, smiling softly. "That’s between me and Law," I teased, enjoying the way Sanji’s face flushed with both frustration and intrigue.

Sanji grumbled, glaring at the flowers as if they were his sworn enemy, while Brook chuckled beside me. "Yoohoo! Love is truly a battlefield, isn’t it?"

I shook my head, still smiling. "Yeah, it sure is," I agreed, feeling a mix of emotions—amusement, affection, and a hint of something more as I thought of Law. 

Just then, a cannonball splashed dangerously close to us, sending waves crashing against the ship. Usopp quickly pulled out his telescope, his voice tinged with urgency. "I see three Navy ships! If we don’t do something now, we’re going to sink!"

I stepped forward, carefully placing the flowers in a safe place. "Let me handle this, guys," I said, determination in my voice as I slowly began to unsheathe my sword. But before I could fully draw it, I noticed something unusual—arrows shot through the air, striking the cannonballs and turning them to stone, which then sank harmlessly into the seawater.

On my far right, I heard someone yell, "Tremor Strike!" and watched in awe as one of the Navy ships was shattered and swallowed by the sea. My eyes widened when I saw King blocking another Marine ship, while another pirate ship which had two snakes with long flowy hair, held off the last one. 

"Now, why is King here?" I muttered under my breath, confusion washing over me. Brook and Nami turned to me with equally puzzled expressions.

"Hancock said she wasn’t coming here," said Luffy, his voice carrying a hint of surprise. Usopp and Sanji turned at the mention of her name, both clearly confused.

"I’ll be right back," I said, making a fist with my left hand. With a powerful jump, I soared into the air and landed softly on King’s ship. As I approached him, I asked, "King? What are you doing here?" I was genuinely confused, thinking he had already left by now.

"You forgot this," King said, handing me my backpack.

"Shit! I must have left it when I got off the dock. Thanks, King!" I said, relieved.

"That backpack also holds a few extra weapons in it. Be sure to open it when you get back on board now!" King added with a knowing smile.

"No way!" I said, grinning widely. "You really packed it with extra weapons? That’s amazing!" 

As I turned to my left, I saw Marine soldiers swooning over the pirates leader, noticing how it was a ship full of women. "Her name is Boa, and those who fall for her turn to stone unless she grants you mercy," King said, his voice carrying a note of respect as he turned back to me.

"She is very pretty," I admitted with a nod. "But I think I’ll be heading back to my crew now." 

With one final hug to King, I clenched my left hand and jumped into the air, heading back to the ship. "Fire! Don’t let her escape! She’s Princess Y/N!" one of the Marines shouted, making me wince at the title. 

As they began firing at me, I finally drew my sword, feeling its weight in my hand. "Hey Zoro!" I yelled in the air. "Check this out!" With a swift motion, I pressed the red gem on the hilt, and immediately, flames erupted around the blade. The bullets fired at me were instantly repelled by the fiery aura surrounding the sword, and I redirected them back at the Marines, setting their ship ablaze.

Zoro watched from the deck, his eyes narrowing as he observed your technique. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned against the ship’s railing, arms crossed. "That’s not just some ordinary sword," he muttered to himself, his tone laced with both curiosity and a hint of admiration. "You’re full of surprises, Y/N."

"And now, one final blow should do the trick!" I said with a smirk, preparing another technique. I swung the sword in a wide arc, creating a flaming crescent that tore through the air, striking the Marine ship and engulfing it in flames. The ship sank into the sea, consumed by the inferno.

Zoro’s eyes followed the arc of the flaming crescent, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly impressed. As I landed back on the deck, Zoro stepped forward, his voice lower and smoother than usual. "You’ve got some serious skills, Y/N. But I have to ask..." he paused, his gaze locking onto yours with a playful glint, "Are you this hot with everything you touch, or is it just that sword?"

I smirked back at him. "Careful, Zoro. You might get burned if you play with fire."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think I’ll take my chances."

Luffy’s eyes lit up with excitement as he practically bounced over to me, oblivious to the exchange. "Y/N, that sword is awesome! Let me try it!" he exclaimed, reaching out eagerly.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I held the sword close. "Sorry, Luffy, but no one’s allowed to use this sword but me. It’s...special," I explained, trying to keep a serious tone, though Zoro’s lingering gaze made it difficult.

"Aww, come on! Just one swing!" Luffy pouted, but I remained firm, giving him an apologetic smile.

"No can do, Captain. This one’s off-limits," I said, patting the sword’s hilt. 

Sanji, having witnessed the entire exchange, stormed over with a scowl on his face. His eyes were locked on Zoro, his expression a mix of irritation and jealousy. "Hey, what’s with the flirting, moss-head?" Sanji demanded, his voice sharp.

Zoro raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Flirting? I was just admiring Y/N’s skills. Besides, it’s not my fault if your cooking isn’t the only thing that’s gotten hot around here."

Sanji’s eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? Well, I don’t see you making any romantic gestures with a sword, do I?"

Zoro smirked. "At least I’m not swooning over every pretty face that comes our way. Someone’s got to keep things interesting."

Sanji’s face turned a shade redder. "Watch it, swordsman. Not everyone’s trying to impress Y/N with their flashy moves."

"You think you’ve got a monopoly on impressing Y/N?" Zoro shot back, a playful challenge in his voice. 

Meanwhile in the Kuja Ship.. 

Hancock watched with seething jealousy as Luffy was clearly impressed by his crew members skills. The Marine soldiers’ reference to her was "Princess" only fueling her rage. Her eyes narrowed as she saw you.

“Granny Gnoy,” Hancock called out, her voice cold and sharp. “Who is that woman?”

Granny Gnoy, busy with the ship’s affairs, looked up with a resigned sigh. “Snake Princess, her name is Y/N. But with her new title from the all-male island, she now goes by Princess Y/N, at least according to her new wanted poster.”

Hancock’s eyes flared with jealousy. “How does she know Luffy?” Her gaze was fixed on Y/N, who was happily interacting with Luffy and the crew, her irritation growing with every moment.

Granny Gnoy sighed, her expression weary. “She’s part of the Straw Hat crew. She has been for some time.”

Hancock’s eyes widened in disbelief. “WHAT!?”

Granny Gnoy nodded, her tone measured. “Yes, she’s been with them for quite a while. It seems Luffy has grown quite close to her.”

Granny Gnoy continued, “Whenever Luffy talked about his crew, he mentions her name often. And every time you hear a female’s name, you become jealous and try to vie for Luffy’s attention. I’ve seen you do it before.”

Hancock’s anger boiled over, her jealousy palpable. She watched as Y/N laughed, throwing her hands up in defense. 

Hancocks Daydream… 

Hancock stood on a grand, ornate stage, her flowing gown billowing around her. Luffy stood at the center, casually leaning against a wall with his trademark grin. The setting was a magnificent palace, reflecting Hancock’s grandeur.

Hancock (voice trembling with passion): “So, you’re choosing those three girls over me? How could you?”

Luffy, with a nonchalant smile, shrugged. “You can’t tie me down, Missy. I’m a bad boy. You’re better off without me.”

Hancock’s eyes widened with a mix of shock and determination. She stepped closer, her voice dripping with desperation.

Hancock: “Tell me, Luffy, what is it about me that you don’t like? I can change. I’ll do anything to make you stay.”

Luffy’s grin softened, but he shook his head, still leaning casually against the wall.

Daydream over…

Hancock clenched her fists, her expression a mix of rage and hurt. The sight of Luffy’s admiration for Y/N and the honorific title she carried ignited a fierce protectiveness in her. She could barely contain her frustration as she muttered to herself, “I won’t let her overshadow me. Luffy is mine.” 

Y/N POV… 

“Alright guys, listen up!” Luffy’s voice rang out with his usual enthusiasm, but there was an edge of sincerity that commanded our attention. Each one of us turned to face him, our expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“There’s a lot I want to say, but there’s no time,” Luffy continued, his tone more serious than usual. “What you went through these past two years was selfish of me. I’m sorry for making you wait, and thank you for sticking with me.”

A wave of smiles and knowing glances passed between the crew. His words, though simple, carried the weight of our shared experiences and the trust we had in each other.

As we all absorbed Luffy’s heartfelt apology, the Thousand Sunny began its preparations. The sails were spread out, the ship’s coating was strong and sturdy, and it was clear that we were about to embark on a new adventure.

“LET’S GO!!!” Luffy’s voice erupted with excitement, cutting through the tension. With a cheer from the crew, the ship began its descent, submerging beneath the water’s surface.

I watched with a sense of exhilaration as the world above us faded away, replaced by the vast, mysterious expanse of the underwater world. The Thousand Sunny glided smoothly through the depths, our journey into the unknown officially beginning. 

“Hey, Y/N!” I turned around to see Chopper bouncing over, his eyes wide with curiosity. “Yeah, Chopper?” I responded, my attention shifting to him.

“That backpack,” Chopper continued, “what does it contain?”

“Oh right! I almost forgot about this!” I began opening my backpack with a sense of anticipation. Inside, King had truly kept his word. There were special remedies for injuries to heal faster, a couple of books about the island, and two small blades that made me smile. These were the same blades I’d used for training with King.

Flashback Scene:

I stood in a clearing on the island, the sun casting a warm glow on the training grounds. King, in his authoritative yet encouraging manner, demonstrated the techniques with the small blades.

King: “These blades aren’t just for show. They’ll help you hone your skills and protect yourself in any situation.”

I took the blades, feeling the weight of their significance. The training was intense but rewarding, and each swing of the blade felt like a step towards becoming stronger.

Back to Present:

As I was about to close the backpack, my fingers brushed against something small and unexpected. “Wait, there’s one more thing in here,” I said, pulling out a small box. I opened it carefully, revealing a bracelet with an emblem in the center and the engraving “Warrior” etched into the metal.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I examined the bracelet, a gesture so deeply meaningful it took my breath away. The note inside read:

“Princess, I know that there will be times where you feel not enough, or that you feel like giving up. Just remember you are a warrior, and you are a force to be reckoned with. The emblem is of our island to remind you that we are always there with you and cheering you on. But that’s not all—the bracelet is meant to act as a protective charm. When you touch it, it can break through anything. We will be cheering you on. See you next time. – King”

As I read the note, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. The thoughtfulness and support from King were more than I could have hoped for. I felt a profound sense of appreciation and a deep connection to the island and its people.

Chopper looked up at me, his large eyes filled with concern. “Why are you crying, Y/N?”

I blinked away the tears, managing a smile. “It’s just… this bracelet means a lot to me.

Just then, I heard Sanji approaching. He cleared his throat and gave me a somewhat hesitant smile. “Y/N, can we talk in the kitchen for a moment?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Well, this is it,” I thought, mentally bracing myself for what was to come. I nodded and followed Sanji to the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

Sanji POV… 

“What’s up, Sanji?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment press down on me. Stepping forward, I guided her to the center table and gestured for her to sit. She did, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I… I need to talk about what happened two years ago,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched. “Sanji, I…”

“Before you say anything, just listen,” I said, raising my hand to stop her. “I need you to understand why I did what I did.”

There was a heavy pause as I struggled to find the right words.

“I don’t want you to think that I was toying with you or that when I kissed you and then launched you towards Luffy, it was just for show,” I continued, my voice cracking with emotion. “That was a mistake. What I did… it was born out of desperation and fear. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, especially after seeing you injured and thinking you were gone for good.”

Y/N’s face contorted with pain, her eyes filling with tears. “Sanji, you left me thinking you were dead. I was injured, and I could do nothing but watch as everything fell apart.”

“I know,” I said, my voice choked with guilt. “And I’m so sorry. Seeing you in that state, thinking I might never see you again, drove me insane. It was unbearable to see you hurt and to know that I might never get a chance to make things right.”

Her eyes flashed with anger and sadness. “And on top of that, seeing you with other women, especially when you acted so protective and intense around any guy that shows interest in me. It made me feel even worse, like I was nothing.”

“I understand,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It drove me mad to see anyone else around you, especially when I knew how much I care about you. Every time I saw any guy close to you, it was like a knife to my heart. I realized just how much I needed to prove to you that I could be the one who truly cherishes you.”

I reached for her hand, my fingers trembling as I took it in mine. “I’m asking for a chance to show you that I can treat you the way you deserve. To show you that I truly care about you, and that you mean everything to me. I know I made mistakes, but I want to make it right.”

Y/N looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. I could see the conflict within her, the struggle to reconcile her feelings with the pain of the past.

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” I continued, my voice steadying with resolve. “But I need you to know how deeply I feel for you. Please, give me a chance to prove myself.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with mine. Then, with a sigh, she nodded. “Okay, Sanji. Show me.”

With a surge of hope and passion, I leaned in, cupping her face gently in my hands. Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, filled with all the emotions that had been building up over the years. It was a kiss that spoke of regret, longing, and a fierce determination to make things right.

As our lips moved together, the kiss grew more intense, a steamy promise of the feelings we both harbored. I could feel her response, the way she melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to my shoulders. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, caught in the moment.

When we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling, I looked into her eyes, hoping that the kiss had conveyed everything I couldn’t put into words. “Thank you for giving me this chance,” I said softly, my heart pounding.

Y/N smiled, her eyes still glistening with tears, but a hint of warmth and affection shining through. “Let’s see where this goes, Sanji. But don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten everything.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I said, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I’ll prove to you that I’m worth the chance you’re giving me. I promise.”

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.. THAT ENDING THO!!! IT'S GETTING A BIT STEAMY IN HERE!!! Now, when I wrote this ending I had two versions, but I went with this one because the other version (hehehe) Imma save that one for what's to come in the later chapters. Will Sanji keep his promise, or will he prove to Y/N that love between you too will be harder. Also Sanji Jealous really adds to the whole theme. Since he is enamored and any man that he feels is a threat it's game over. Now, for this next chapter we are going to skip fishman island, and move straight to Punkhazard. We are going to get a recap of what happened in Fishman Island tho. Can't wait for you guys to read chapter 10 and maybe 11.

[leviismybby]

Once a thief, always a thief

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, there's a lot going on, it's very bittersweet.

A/N: I wrote this while doing my essay today, the idea seemed too good to just let it go, let me know if I should do a part 2! :))

Taglist: @the-milk-anon @youre-ackermine @levisbrat25 @yakaaamoz @levisgreyeyes @notgoodforlife @ackermendick @laraackerman If you want to be tagged just let me know!

Levi's eyes followed as the scouts trained, every single one trying to impress him more than the other. Next to him, Miche is doing the same, hawk-like eyes watching their every move.

"Levi." He hears Erwins voice behind him, already on alert by the sound of it. Levi turns around to face the blond man, arms crossed against his chest. "We have a problem I'd like to discuss with you."

Without a word Levi follows Erwin to his office, something is telling him that it's about you, again. As they enter his office, he sees Nile sitting in one of the chairs visibly upset.

Levi sits down opposite Nole, his face stoic. Once everyone has settled, Erwin turns to Nile, already annoyed with the man. "So Nile, please repeat to captain Levi what the issue seems to be."

"Name has stolen from us again, this is the fifth time in three months. She needs to be put behind bars for good." There isn't any mercy in Nile's words, you had been a pain in his ass for a while now.

"Why are you telling me this?" Levi almost scoffs the words out, he would lie for you again however this time, he really doesn't know where you are.

"You have lied for her before, I have no reason to see why you wouldn't do it again." It was about a year ago when you had stolen a pretty expensive necklace from one of the nobles, when shown a drawing of you, Levi lied that he didn't know you. Too bad for him, Nile had already caught on by then.

"I have nothing to do with her anymore and I don't fucking care that she stole from you. Train your dumbass soldiers better and maybe they would be able to stop one woman from stealing." But you're a tough cookie, always have been since Levi met you all those years ago.

You used to be kids in the underground, Kenny had thought Levi many things but not how to properly steal, Levi got that from you. Somehow, be it luck or skill, you always got away with it. He remembers when you stole a whole bag of fruits from smugglers without being seen, that was the day he was introduced to apples.

The two of you grew up together and he watched you grow into a woman. When you were taken by the scouts you took it well, even got praised by the commanding officers for your impressive stealth, until Furlan's and Isabelle's deaths.

That was where you snapped and the next day you vanished. Levi lost it all in a span of two days but he grew from it, learned to adapt to the scouts, and became humanities strongest soldier.

As soon as he heard that there was a mysterious robbery in a dress store, he knew it was you. He knows you like the back of his hand.

Arrogance was always your big problem, how many times has Levi had to save your ass because you were too stubborn to quit?  He could count on his finger just how many times he lied not only to the military police but to Erwin as well, all to keep you out of trouble. Yet you always manage to get yourself into bullshit and Levi is getting tired of it.

"How about we set up a trap? What does she like Levi?" Erwin turns his attention to Levi, noticeably curious about what his answer will be. "I don't know, anything that can make her a bit of money."

A lie. He lied again. You loved diamonds and different stones, you kept a shelf in your old room full of them.

"Something from the king, perhaps his robe, that would be worth a bunch on the black market." Of course, all of these suggestions by Erwin are for the benefit of the scouts again. If his plan works, he will be awarded by the government.

"The king? What makes you think he would want to help?" Nile's body is now tense, even though he wouldn't want the king involved in all of this.

"A skilled thief is on the loose, she got past your security what makes you think that she can't get through to the king?"

"The king doesn't interest her, trust me. She is skilled but she never bites off more than she can chew." Of course, you hated royals and their selfishness for normal people, while they starved, the king and his men ate like pigs.

"So what do you propose Levi?" Erwin's eyebrow slightly raises, he is interested in hearing what Levi has in store.

"We wait. She will strike again I'm sure."

Levi doesn't want to complicate things, he simply doesn't want you to get caught by the government. If it means that he has to come up with a plan alone, then so be it.

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And so it was, Levi waited for three hours to see if you would be interested in the new jewelry shop that opened not far away from the capital of Mitras. It was dark, only moonlight illuminating the empty streets, the smell of after rain was present, creating an unusual atmosphere.

No matter how many times he has told himself to hate you, to forget you, he couldn't do it. You were his first everything after all. How many times has he hoped that he would see you somewhere happy possibly married and even with a baby in your hands. Levi would hate that man with his whole being but he would know that you are safe.

All of that is far from reality, Levi knew that you never even thought about marriage let alone a child. You weren't mature enough for those things no matter how quickly you had to grow up and fight for survival.

Finally, he sees a hooded figure climbing down from one of the buildings onto the roof of the jewelry shop. Every one of your steps is calculated, at the moment when you concentrated the most is where Levi had caught you off guard.

Suddenly you weren't walking anymore, instead grunting in pain as you felt your arms being pinned behind your back. You tried to wiggle yourself out of the grip but to no avail.

"Name stop." You stop moving, eyes going wide. Levi. When he sees that you have relaxed under his touch, he slowly lets you go making you know that he can catch you should you try to run.

You get up from the ground, taking your hood off. "Heh, I should've known you would be tracking me. I felt eyes on me for a while now."

"I wasn't tracking shit, I just happen to know you." As blunt as ever I see. "Good for you then. Now please excuse me I have a store to rob."

Just as you were about to walk past him, Levi grips your arm halting you in place. "Are you an idiot? Can't you see that it's a trap?" Damn it. He wasn't supposed to tell you that. It was what Nile came up with after he had left Erwin's office.

"No kidding." You smile sarcastically, breaking your hand away from his grip. "You knew."

"Of course I did. A new shop opens out of the blue in the middle of Mitras, do you think that I'm stupid?" Your voice is raised and you don't even notice it. For all that you thought would happen in the future between you and Levi, this wasn't one of them.

You have always thought that he would be your partner in crime for life, it seemed so before anyway. But things have changed, he has changed.

"So why the hell are you here? Do you want to get caught?" The answer was no and yes, no you didn't want to get caught, yes because you wanted to see if the military police have learned from their past mistakes.

"Even if I do, what about it? I'm just a thief aren't I?" Levi scoffs at you, after so long of not seeing each other, he thought you would at least be more responsible.

"Don't test me name." He says eyes searching yours. it's clear that whatever happens on this roof tonight, you two are far from over.

"Or what? You're gonna scold me?

"I'm trying to protect you. You brainless idiot." Levi almost spits out those words, how can't you see that he has been doing it the whole time?

"How nice. Somehow everyone you tried to protect is now six feet under." Those words make Levi's eyes shoot open, you don't seem to realize what you just said until you see Levi grow mad.

Before you can move, your back is already harshly pinned against the stone wall, breath is almost knocked out of you. Levi's hand is gripping your shirt, pulling it up until your noses are almost touching.

"How childish do you have to be not to understand that I have saved your ass so many times? Do you even know how close they were to locking you up? Do you know what it means to be behind bars as someone who is from the underground!?" His voice is harsh but he isn't yelling, it's a mixture of hurt and worry.

"And why do you even do it? I didn't ask that from you! You just joined the scouts, you didn't even try looking for me after I left! Do you know how hard it is to see you after all this time?" Levi softens his grip when he sees that your eyes have been filled with tears.

"Let me go Levi!" A tear rolls down your face, Levi is frozen, stuck between his heart and mind.

"Levi! I said let me g-" Lips suddenly crush to your own and you blink. Without much hesitation, your hands are in his hair and you are kissing him back.

Neither of you are thinking, the only thing you're focused on is Levi. You have missed him so much. His hands run down to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

And you let him, let him savor this moment while it lasts. Your hands wander from his hair to his neck, tongue entering his mouth. Levi moans softly, kissing you passionately.

You're teenagers again, the same ones that clumsily had their first kiss, the same ones that used to cause trouble.

Levis hands move down to your hips, squeezing them, a moan escapes your mouth when Levi pulls away and starts kissing your neck.

"Levi...." You take his face into your hands, kissing him once more before pulling away. "Not here and not now..." He nods, aware of his surroundings again. Pulling away from you, his cheeks grow red.

"You should go. The military police could be here any minute." You nod taking the opportunity to kiss him again and he doesn't budge, fully accepting your kiss.

"Here is my address." You slip a piece of paper into his belt before putting your hood on and running in the opposite direction.

Levi is left on the roof, mouth agape, still trying to process what just happened. Only when he hears footsteps is he brought back to reality.

He will make sure to see you again, he takes the paper from is belt but notices that one of his knives is gone, Levi smiles slightly.

Once a thief, always a thief

[mmiotw]

Going to briefly break scheduling for a quick tribute to the late Akira Toriyama. More under the cut.

It might not be super evident but Dragon Ball had a massive influence in my decision to become an artist. It will also have an equally large influence on this comic in the future. The very first piece of animation I ever remember watching were old vhs tapes of the anime my dad introduced me to as a kid. I always feel very proud that it was my dad that made me a lover of art.

I had a weird sensation hearing the news early in the morning. I had this manic urge to draw. Not even this particular drawing, just to draw something. Anything. I think this urge was driven by a thought I had a while ago about a similar event.

A while ago, an artist I followed announced that they had to give up art forever because of a personal event. This artist was very skilled and beloved by many. In an instant, they vanished. This moment always stuck with me. There were many times in my life were I wanted to give up on my dreams. However, there are many people who are unable to continue creating due to medical issues, financial issues, or even death. What excuse did I have to give up when I still have my life ahead of me.

Seeing people celebrate Toriyama's impact on art awakened something in me. I realised the power art has to connect us and inspire. I had a similar revelation while working on the Opperation Enhappifycation stream recently. It might seem silly, but it always felt like I was the only person who liked Molly McGee. I'm not really a fandom person. So, it was incredibly rewarding to see so many fans and talented creators come together to help people through this show.

It's been a dream of mine to make people happy with my art. Seeing the magnitude of hearts touched by Toriyama's art feels makes that dream seem tangible. Toriyama didn't seem to give up on his vision, so I don't plan to give up on mine either.

[thatdogmagic]

Once upon a time, this was Sandra.

And thanks to having posted my way through her entire design process throughout 2020, I have pretty much all stages that lead from this, to her current incarnation.

...which is this:

I actually started drawing the first image around 2018-2019. This was at the height of my dry spell, art wise, wherein I was maybe churning out a sketch a month at most for several years.

As a result, my skills weren't quite up to the challenge I was making for myself: how to make a werewolf that is a) aesthetic, b) monstrous, c) still human without losing bestial qualities and, similarly, d) without just looking like Some Furry.

I kept trying, though, and in 2020, started work on an illustration that tracks an entire chunk of the design process.

I say 'started,' but in this case I mean 'continued.' The underlying sketch was one of the 'one a month' ones I mentioned before. It was also much more tuned to how I was picturing her in her WtA incarnation.

It took hours of struggling with her face and pose to even get it this far, and by the time I got to this point, I was well and truly frustrated. Worse, I still didn't like her design. I didn't hate it, mind, but I wasn't entirely sold on it, either.

Still, I could at least try and salvage the image itself.

The sketch, I ended up liking (and still do, tbh). I struggled with some attempts to color it quickly and, ultimately, set it aside again. Then I got my Huion, and started futzing with it at work.

That's when I tried something a lil different.

I always liked the kind of uncanny mix of human/wolf features on a face, and wanted to play with that a bit, but once again found myself running afoul of skills I hadn't built up yet. I needed to find a design that I could do consistently, that wouldn't frustrate me so much.

So, this more primate-like face eventually became something a little more wolfish.

I still wasn't happy with it. The monstrousness was starting to vanish into this 'basically a furry' look again. So I did a pass while looking at design elements from the Cabin in the Woods werewolf.

Better!

Except, again, missing out on elements of her human face, and I want her to be recognizable regardless of what form she's in.

Better than nothing, though, so I hash out a sketch I intended to use for a model sheet.

Then I got to thinking: I like the look of incomplete pelts on werewolves. What if I played around with that?

So-- I did.

This is the first real appearance of what she'd eventually become, and even then, subsequent sketches were still lacking elements that make up what her design is presently.

That was its own work in progress, which eventually became:

The rest of the finessing, I did over that year's October art challenge, and eventually landed on the design we have now, which, honestly?

I like a lot. I'm very happy with how she turned out, and I'm glad I accidentally documented the entire process from start to finish.

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

I'm very tempted to have my verse's Riddler have his shoulders/upper arms tattooed with multiple question marks like the one Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight 189 has. (He had a bad run in with Green Arrow who dislocated both his shoulders, it fucks him up massively.)

I know for sure mine has 1 on his neck and 1 on each shoulder. And I think he actually gets Bruce to make the last 2, meaning Bruce had to teach himself how to do it. Which seems perfectly doable for Batman? One of his weirder skills, but if you tell the Gallery about this they're just going to nod and go "yes of course Batman gives tattoos."

I don't think Riddler actually remembers getting the others tho. After he escapes Batman and gets revenge on Green Arrow, he goes off the deep end, vanishes for a year and seemingly has no memory of what he's been doing when he's found again.

Him having that many tattoos would strike anybody as really weird because Riddler is so orderly and neat.

Ended up drawing Joker noticing the tattoos and getting smacked for it. XD (I should note it's because of Joker's tone, not the fact he's undressing Riddler.)

Ref below.

[posebean]

fantasys your crazy:B‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ 

fantasy AU stuff... alkaloid later...world building + details stuff under read more maybe dont look if u dont wanna be spoiled for the 2 fics that i already wrote for this au

in general magic is kind of weird there’s multiple methods to cast the same spell those being spell components, incantations, somatic (gestures). each has their merits and flaws/ u can choose to use only one/ any most people stick with 1-2

there’s all kinds of spells and people are either born with an innate specialty in it or grow up developing it; power is how strong their magic can be, control is how much of a grasp they have on their magic, the lower control is compared to power the more easy it is for someone’s magic to go out of control (aira in this AU but i’ll talk about that when i have the alkaloid one made). if someone has more control than power they’re able to do very precise things with their magic with no focus at all while others would need some focus; general populace has both equal, usually people that dont hone their skills (common villagers) stay at 1 star for both

niki’s outfit is very simple and inspired by his fs2, very versatile and such because he’s always out and about chasing after exotic creatures to add to his checklist cloak HGFSDH he learned to sew from Aira’s mom when he was little and made most of his clothes himself, his satchels, and even helps the others when they need his skills whenever hes in town. even though he clearly puts spices etc. on one side compared to his components on the other, he still mixes them up because he is silly Aka is very fluffy and has kind of wild hair like. someone we know. i wonder who bright blue eyes (also like someone we know. ) but foxes are funner to draw with just closed eyes

RInne just has his normal village clothes with like longer and some changes to make it more. fantastical???? idk im soooo bad at designing clothes lmfao but before the “fox” is out of the bag he doesn’t really shift back much except to stretch and mess around with meru so he doesnt really. get different clothes. def after the reveal he stays in that form more around niki and they do get him different clothes. idk what they would be maybe niki would make them because he gets sick of seeing both hiiro and rinne in his house wearing the same things all the time. oh yeah i havent gone over this yet but yeah hiiro does refuse to leave because rinne refuses to leave so he just. lives with them on niki’s couch LMAO. who knows. maybe he becomes a denizen of the beehive rinne also still shifts because he finds moving around as a little guy more convenient and also niki still finds that form cute and cant say no if he does the puppy eyes so it usually goes like niki: rinne-kun, no rinne: boo-hooo.. niki~kyun.... (swishes his finger and ina  poof hes aka again with round blue eyes) niki: niki: i know what you’re doing, its not going to work this time aka (rinne): whimpers niki: niki: (throws his hands in the air) oh my god fine rinne: (quickly changes back and grabs niki and cheers)

i havent gotten to kohaku’s fic yet but he’s good at stealth magic. like really good. he can make himself vanish and no one will be able to find him when he’s right next to them. think about that as you will. when aira brought him to the beehive he only had a yukata and worn down sandals and since he and aira had similar builds he just ended up getting clothes from aira for most of the time; he does have shirts that are specifically his because they all have little pockets sewn on (by niki!) for rabu-han junior but with coats pants and outerwear he and aira just share except kohaku stays away from some of aira’s more. fancy clothes ?? lmao not to his taste rabu-han junior is a little hamster familiar that he met one day and made a familiar pact agreement with. rabu-han junior usually sits in his pocket, but if need be rabu-han junior can grow MASSIVE from 3 inches to 6 feet. Big mode. in big mode he can easily carry. 4 people. lmfao. rabu-han junior also shares magic with kohaku and technically is as strong as him and from that logic. rabu-han junior is better at magic than poor rabu-han (original)

merumeru’s clothes are all from kaname except the coat the coat is tatsumi’s. no idea why himeru hasn’t thrown it away though. maybe somewhere deep in his heart he does care for tatsunn his main reason for leaving was he didnt want tatsumi to always be in pain from seeing him, the very spitting image of kaname

all of him is just like kaname except: slightly older, longer hair, hair dark grayish at the ends and its not visible much and he does do illusion magic to change it but he has cat eyes pupils kittymeru is mainly dark gray (the same color as his human hair ends) with kaname-blue highlights and the long strand, the proof that kaname was the one that conjured him and essentially put part of himself in meru

[victorckk]

Because you all seem to really love my UTM No Heart design (which is still blowing up) I decided to make an info post for him !!

He’s still in development, since.. you know, UTM has less darker themes than the Nelvana series did. So it is a bit difficult to kinda keep that threatening aspect of his.

Hmm.. I also don’t remember a lot of UTM lore (my memory is bad) so if I’m forgetting anything, feel free to remind me!!

I also want to flesh him out more, since the shows didn’t really do a good job other than having him be “big scary bad guy ooOoOoOoOo” and I’m not really a huge fan of blank slate villains.

I love them developed 😈

So I’m willing to accept some headcanons and ideas for him!

Keeping the concept of him being the ruler of the Silver Lining.

He used to be widely respected and loved, but grew colder and more aggressive after various incidents.

No Heart’s goal is to rid the entire Silver Lining of Caring and Love. Others fear him, so nobody is willing to stand up to him. Those who have in the past were turned into different creatures that worked under his rule.

I can’t draw him because my art skills won’t allow me to, but Beastly was probably one of them.

I also want to give No Heart a reasoning for his motives. It could range from anything to heartbreak (being betrayed by those he cared about and grew bitter) being taken advantage of as a ruler, or anything else that could have resulted in him taking on his alias as No Heart.

He pretends to be cold, callous, merciless, and whatever else one could describe him as, to hide the pain and suffering in the heart that he claims not to have.

Also straying from the “turned into a bunny” thing, because what the heck was that??? He’s not stupid and wouldn’t fall for that at all.

Instead of vanishing by falling for some useless trick, No Heart started to spread hatred and other negative emotions from the shadows. He used this technique so nobody would ever find him as the culprit; it kept his identity hidden.

Trivia / Headcanons :

His favorite color is hot pink.

He is asexual biromantic, perhaps..?

He would definitely have a badass villain song. 100%

To be added..

Voice Claim :

Because I do NOT like his voice in UTM (and I’m sure everyone can agree) I’m giving him a voice claim.

All I could think of so far are :

Keith Silverstein - (Gabriel Agreste / Hawkmoth, Zhongli, etc.) - The reason for this choice is the fact that Keith can sound aggressive, terrifying, and authoritative when needed for certain character types. Fit for the ruler of an entire realm.

Ben Diskin - (Keldor/Skeletor, Shirou Ogami, etc) - The reason for this one is because of Ben’s deep voice as Keldor and Shirou, and sounding downright terrifying as Skeletor. His voice can range from authoritative and deep, to high pitched and manic. Fit for villains.

I’m definitely leaning more towards Keith, though.

[mysterious-animated-skulls]

Random quotes and scenarios from a crossover idea. Credit goes to the discord chat.

Vivi: Being branded a pirate wasn't on my bucket list. But when in Rome! *whips out the hat she bought for fun at a local shop* Ahoy, me mateys!

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Lewis: I might not know how to sail a boat, but we also don't need to right now. *snaps fingers; magenta fire flares around the tub, transforming it into a black, intimidating, and ghostly ship*

We still need to learn and fast. And get a better boat. But while we do that, I can get us around with comfort and style.

Vivi: *with stars in her eyes* That's sooooo cool!

Arthur: *grinning with excitement* That's definitely cool. I bet the inside has everything we need to stay comfortable from your words.

Lewis: It sure does. But I have a feeling I'll strain my powers often here. We will need to restock the old-fashioned way, too. But I have no idea what necessities a boat should have when you're out on the open sea.

Vivi: Leave that to me and Mystery! We're very good at research and being stealthy. I want to know more about those 'Demon Fruits'. They could provide the information we need to return home.

Lewis: Apropos- Should we need stealth, I can modify the outside to look like any other ship. Marines, traders, a shipwreck...

Vivi: *nudges his side* Or make it invisible, right? *wraggling her eyebrows*

Lewis: *exaggerated gasp* You wound me! Which ghost would not include invisibility with a haunted ship?

Vivi: I'll add sketch books to our shopping list so that you can practice visualizing the designs.

Arthur: I'll go check out how we can make money. Lewis is right. We can't solely rely on his powers. And we'll not always have that much luck to find a sunken treasure chest that just happens to contain swatches of the local currency.

Mystery: Lewis could draw portraits and sell those. He has the skill to enthrall many people. Under an alias, of course.

Lewis: Oh, right. What do we do about our appearances? Vivi's the only one so far who's gotten a Wanted Poster-

Arthur: Which is still so weird and creepy. How did they get that photo of her?!

Lewis: -and the cameras here don't seem to work me, too. But even if we're not notorious and stay on the down-low, we might get attention we don't want. Which is weird to think about since- OMG, GUYS, GUYS. WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO BE LIKE SAILOR MOON AND HAVE SECRET IDENTITIES.

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Arthur: I've encountered yokai and ghosts and demons. But it's seeing a guy disperse and reform from smoke that makes my brain hurt.

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Mystery: Vivi, you've been holding that Devil Fruit for several minutes now. Are you alright?

Vivi: I'm trying to get a reading of this thing. It's definitely not a normal fruit, but I can't tell what kind of magic it is either. Maybe if I had a second one to compare with...

Oh, right. These things are incredibly valuable and rare. Either protected until it's sold or somebody eats it. We were lucky to find this one. Damn it!

Mystery: *puts a paw onto it* One thing for certain is that it is powerful. To have things like this exist, that give you a variety of powers with only just a bite of them...

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Arthur: Half of these people are physically stronger than Lewis, right?

Lewis: I can throw them around but it doesn't do anything to keep them down. It's a weird feeling.

Arthur: The same number is also stronger than Mystery?

Mystery: As much as I loathe to admit it. They're not even the strongest people around. *grouses*

Arthur: And if we get into a prolonged fight with them, their numbers means there's a very high chance that Lewis' attention will slip or he'll tire out, leaving an opening to capture us on the ship. Or that they hurt or kill either Mystery, Vivi, or me directly.

Vivi: Very much so.

Mystery: Unacceptable.

Lewis: What he said.

Arthur: Mystery Skulls. Since we're not dealing with our usual brand of the supernatural, and nothing else is keeping us here... What do you think about leaving this shithow? Like... vanishing under their feet?

Vivi: Ohhh, yes. We are on a ghost ship, are we not? A ship that our Lewlew is steering.

Lewis: Artie, I love the way you think. I'll add just one modification.

Outside: *Marine soldiers of different ranks yell as they drop, because the ship's deck they were on is gone; deeply confused they hit the decks of their own ship*

Random marine: What happened???

Other marine: Where's the pirate ship? It's just gone!

Lewis: I've been experimenting. I now can manipulate the space on top of my constructs, too, not only within. It makes for dramatic escapes.

Mystery: That will be useful. Where did you set up this time?

Lewis: One of the small closets where they store the washing soap.

Vivi: *snickers* I know they won't find us, but I'm imagining the poor man's face who goes to fetch the soap and the drawer opens to a luxurious bathroom.

Lewis: Don't tempt me. I want to prank these guys after this mess, but I don't want any of those stronger marines close.

Arthur: Just let the Deadbeats drop us off some miles away and go our merry way.

Arthur: ... You know what, please forget everything I said. The Deadbeats will cause mischief AND transport us at the same time.

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Vivi: This interview has been very informative, thank you so much for your time.

Random marine: This is an interrogation! You'll not leave this room except back to your your cell until you've told where your companions are!

Where did you get this notepad from, this is Marine standard-

Vivi: Toodeloo~ *vanishes into thin air*

Marine: ... That was my favorite notepad.

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Marine: S-stop hitting me, I'm an official representative of the Marines, you'll be- ACK!

Arthur: *fuming* Do you know how hard I tried to disassemble this thing so that I can re-use the parts?! Do YOU? I could've made so many things, but nooooo!! You had to be an asshole just because! Now it's not any better than scrap metal!

Lewis: Should we stop Arthur?

Vivi: Give him some more minutes to get it out of his system. He's not been using the prosthesis for months now, but he still made it himself.

Marine: What do I care for the trite hobbies of a civilian. *dodge* *duck* STOP DOING THAT, I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR ASSAULT AND RESISTING-

Voice: Ahem.

Marine: What- Urgh. *turns as white as a paper sheet as he comes face to face with Vice Admiral Garp* Ah, Vice-Admiral, this civilian is a troublemaker, I was just-

Vivi: Well, that's another way to deal with it.

Arthur: *smacks the marine upside the head with his ruined prosthesis*

Mystery: *in human disguise, as a trader* It seems that the local Marine base has a problem with internal discipline, has it not?

Garp: And training, Ma'am. *grabs marine by the lapel from the ground* I remember telling you to shape up or face the consequences. I see neither improvement in conduct nor in strength. What does it say about you that a 'civilian troublemaker' effortlessly fought you off?

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Vivi: Mystery, I love you and appreciate that you went to get help. But did you have to get one of the highest ranking officials and strongest people of this world involved?

Arthur: Of the very organization which is hunting us after they branded us as pirates?

Mystery: It worked, didn't it? And meeting that man gave me important information:

Garp: *somewhere else, before* Where the fuck did this lady go? It's as if she's never existed.

Mystery: I can vanish from whatever skill he and likely others used to track us before. I'd wager the same goes for Lewis. And if I can do it once, I can do it again.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆

Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee

Glass Joe

- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato

- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh

- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line

- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest

Von Kaiser

- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better

- in shock, his brain literally turns off

- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)

- you live rent free in his head now congratulations

Disco Kid

- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down

- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top

- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc

King Hippo

- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)

- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone

- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him

- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red

Piston Hondo

- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry

- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war

- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??

- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain

- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate

- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day

Great Tiger

- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him

- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE

- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)

- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries

Bear Hugger

- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him

- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"

- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man

- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??

Don Flamenco

- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)

- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER

- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack

- its actually possible to fluster him

- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it

Aran Ryan

- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb

- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him

- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)

- cartwheels away

Soda Popinski

- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward

- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow

- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct

- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to

Bald Bull

- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH

- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there

- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"

- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands

- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out

- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)

- Bull, this is bottom behavior

- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."

- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered

Super Macho Man

- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him

- dumbest pick up lines

- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user

- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye

Mr Sandman

- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit

- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??

- his weak spots are poems & small gifts

- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy

- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that