#sorta went overboard

[sofibeth-arts]

Super Sonic Bros ( + Knux and Amy)

[rithiathemoth]

made a few guides on how to draw scugs and iterators for someone, and I sorta went overboard, so here you go

[bellflower-goat]

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[morose-melodies]

the nameless stowaway | yandere! capitano x reader

summary: while on a ship trying to get to natlan, the captain found a way to pass time; watching you, a stowaway.

content warning: the captain killed someone and that's about it!! (tell me if I missed anything)

for two days and three long nights had the captain been on this ship as it aimlessly navigated the sea.

it started on the second day when the ship went slightly off course. the captain of the ship could not figure out how to get back on course and now, the captain was forced to remain on the ship and slowly get sick of it and everyone on the ship.

besides him, eight other people occupied the ship, not including the captain of the ship... oh, and you were also there.

you were a sneaky stowaway and he only ever caught glances of you at night - watching as you snagged snacks from people's bags and ran back to wherever you had come from.

he didn't mind, nor did he care enough to stop you, that was, as long as you didn't try it on him.

but, tonight was a bit different - instead of stealing from people's bags, you snuck into the galley and shut the door behind yourself. the captain chuckled, you would have a feast tonight.

most of the passengers had felt too sick to eat that morning, so most of the food had been left untouched.

you had eaten all that you could, hoping it would keep you full enough for the next two days before creeping out of the galley. you knew that the captain knew, and considering all you had heard about him, you were afraid that one day he could come and behead you for stealing people's food.

but he hadn't, not yet at least.

you went back to your hiding place, behind a large pile of luggage, and snuggled up in your thin, sort of damp blanket and rested - soon enough, you'd be in natlan.

...

when a storm came, and the waves got violet and rocked the ship - you could not rest behind the luggage, let alone outside. you got up from where you rested, blanket over your shoulder as the cold rain pelted down on your skin.

no one was out; all of them rested in the berth, and you could not enter it since you had snuck onto the ship.

at this point, you were shivering, tumbling, and drenched in rain - seeing no point in your blanket anymore, you tossed it away, as you did, you saw the captain, standing at the door of the berth... exiting it?

you stilled, this was the perfect time for him to kill you, right? he would toss you overboard and no one would notice or even know that he had killed you, maybe, or maybe he would draw his sword and chop you up into little piec-

"I'm sure you must be regretting your decision to sneak onto this ship now, right?" it was an idle conversation or perhaps a threat, was he threatening to tell everyone?

"oh? sorta... but, it'll be fine once we get to natlan."

"I doubt we'll make it to natlan. it seems more likely that we end up back in snezhaya," the captain sighed afterward - he would have to report to the tsaritsa and blame the captain of the ship which seemed all so childish.

"huh? I thought this ship was headed to natlan..."

oh, you looked so very disappointed. the captain shook his head, "that's no longer the case. the captain has no idea where he's headed."

"aren't you the captain?"

"the captain of the ship," he clarified, shrugging his coat from his shoulders and approaching you, placing it over your trembling shoulders, "I'm afraid i cannot make room for you in the berth - you'll have to make do with my coat."

...

and, of course, you made due.

you survived the storm - you might have come down with something but you survived. as you lay in your hiding spot, the large coat over your shoulders, you waited for the passengers to finish their breakfast so you could have the leftovers.

it was a while before you heard the passengers quiet down, and you figured they had split up, leaving the galley, so you got up, leaving the coat behind, and snuck into the galley.

they had hardly left anything behind today.

"hm..." still, you ate whatever was left behind. though it wasn't filling, it was something and you were grateful.

after finishing, you turned to leave but there stood the captain - wait, how long has he been standing there? "have you been watching me?"

"nonsense," he replied with a firm shake of his head, before stepping past you, "I see you haven't changed in your ways?" was he teasing? of course you haven't changed! you were starving and-

the captain set a plate of untouched biscuits and other foods on the counter, "woah... where'd you get those from?" you inched towards the plate, grabbed the biscuit, and ate it.

"it's all leftovers."

"those guys are hogs," you mumbled as you stuffed your face with another biscuit.

and the captain bit back a smile.

...

it was times like these where you doubted if you'd survive - for the last five days, all you could smell was saltwater and humid air, and now, you could smell nothing.

you hadn't bothered to get up for a while now - instead, you remained curled up in the captain's coat, pitying yourself.

perhaps this wasn't worth it...

"stowaway, where are you?"

it was the captain. he had been looking for you for a while now - he was under the assumption that you had fallen overboard but he couldn't be sure since he did not know where you went to hide every day after snagging food.

you didn't want to reply, but found yourself doing so anyway, "'m here."

the captain paused and turned to face the pile of luggage. "have you been hiding here the entire time?"

"yeah..."

you didn't sound well, not at all. the captain pushed the luggage aside and though you groaned and protested, he tugged you out of your hiding spot, his coat still wrapped around you.

"you took no precaution before getting onto the ship, did you?" the captain looked at you - sickly and pale, and sighed. "stay here, don't move an inch," he instructed you before standing and walking off.

first, he ruins your hiding spot, and then he walks off? it was a shame you were too tired to fuss about it.

when the captain came back, he had a warm drink in hand. he crouched down to your level, took your hand, and placed the drink into your hand, "I doubt it'll cure you, but, you're deathly cold, it will surely warm you but I'm afraid this is all i can do to help."

"thank you," you mumbled before sipping at the drink.

while you sipped at your drink, the captain fixed your hiding spot that he had ruined and felt the urge to give you another one of his coats to keep you comfortable, but he resisted.

...

each day, the captain would bring you a warm drink to help your cold clear up, and though he doubted it would work, you were already feeling much better.

you had crawled out of your hiding spot for the first time in a while, the captain's coat over your shoulders and you snuck to the galley.

just as you opened the door, you knew you had messed up - there was a man inside, and he had seen you.

you weakly smiled at the man, as you took a step back while he took steps towards you, "are you the rat that's been stealing all the leftovers?"

"i... um, maybe?"

"and are you the rat that's been stealing from people's luggage?"

"yes, but i'm sorry! i won't do it again, i promise-"

everything you had said was enough to piss the man off and the sight of you wearing the captain's coat only made him angrier.

the man grabbed your upper arm and tugged you along with him, even as you whined and tried to explain yourself, he did not listen.

"look, I'm sorry i won't do it again-"

"i don't wanna hear it from you-"

"I'll take the stowaway from here," it was the captain, once again swooping in and saving you, "good looking out. I'll make sure they cause you no more trouble."

the captain grabbed your arm and tugged you from the man's grip, pulling you along as he walked off, out of the man's sight. "you need to stay put," the captain commented as he brought you back to your hiding spot, "go on. I'll bring you something to eat - I'll do that for you every day, will that keep you out of trouble?"

"you don't have to-"

"I will. now, stay out of trouble."

...

"what'd you do with that stowaway?"

"i did away with them."

"really now?"

"of course. i would not lie."

"good, if you hadn't stopped me that day, i would have done it mysel-"

the man could do nothing but scream as he fell overboard and into the cold water.

soon enough he would die.

this was the preferable way, there was no need for the captain to bloody his sword over something so trivial.

...

"don't you feel hot wearing all of that armor?"

"not particularly."

"what about the mask, isn't that hot?"

"no."

"is that your hair?"

reaching forward, you tangled your fingers in his long black hair, "it is," the captain gently nudged your hand away, "there's no need to touch, though."

as sweet as you were, he had seen you sneeze into your hand moments earlier.

"my bad," you apologized, setting your hand to your side, "do i have to give you your coat back ever?"

"we've been over this, no? i have many other coats, so, keep that one," the captain replied, looking at you and the way your lip twitched at his reply.

"look at that cloud," you pointed above the two of you, and the captain looked up, "it's heart-shaped."

"I see that," he nodded before glancing at you; the way you smiled at a silly cloud was - hm, the captain found himself smiling while looking at you.

odd.

"wait-" you stood up, quickly running towards the railing and pointed ahead, "do you see that?? isn't that land??"

the captain also stood and looked to where you were pointing, and indeed, it was land. "you have a keen eye," the captain looked at you, at the way you grinned, at the way you held yourself, and dare he say he would miss you.

"ohmigosh!!" you cheered, leaning further over the railing to see where you were going... you saw snow and your shoulders dropped, "no way..."

the captain chuckled, looking at you once more, "this was all such an inconvenience," but, in a way, it felt worth it; after all, he was able to meet you.

"you were pretty cool, thanks for the coat... and um, thank you for not throwing me overboard or something," you looked up at the captain to see he was already looking at you.

"I wouldn't dream of harming you," the captain assured you and though you couldn't see it, he had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.

he did not want this ship to reach snezhnaya - he preferred things stay the way they were but he knew that couldn't happen.

the captain was patient; he could wait. a person like you wouldn't give up on their dreams so easily.

[the-kr8tor]

You stay the night at Hobie's for the first time

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: You sleepover at Hobie's houseboat.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF, smut implied.

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Obsessing over the pimple on your forehead, you try to pop it in between your forefinger and thumb. 

"Ughh" you grimace while staring at your reflection on Hobie's grimey mirror. 

You glimpse at your form, you're wearing one of Hobie's numerous band shirts, after you accidentally spilled mouthwash on your pajama shirt, you asked to borrow one. You're giddy that you smell like him.

He joked that you spilled mouthwash on it on purpose just to wear his shirt. 

"Stop it, you're gonna make it worse" Hobie says as he watches the disaster in front of him. He's lounging on his bed, arms tucked under his head. His dark jumper rides up a bit showing his toned stomach. His legs are properly tucked under the patchwork comforter.

"But it's bothering meee" you kick your legs like your throwing a tantrum.

"It doesn't even look that bad," Hobie pats the open space beside him "come to bed, lovey" 

"Says the man who has clear skin even though you wash your face with the same soap you use on your body" You turn to face him, ignoring his exposed skin. 

You've never seen him this relaxed before. He's a pretty laid back guy already, but this? His half-lidded eyes looking at you, paired with him in his comfortable non-spiky clothes– maybe you should come to bed.

"It's genetics, all natural, baby" 

"It's actually au naturel" you cross your arms on your chest, hiding your uneven breathing.

"No, it's not" 

"Yes, it is" you step forward.

"Nuh uh" 

"Yea uh" 

You stare at each other for a second.

"...C'mere" Hobie concedes defeat or else you would be at it all night. He takes his left arm from under him to reach towards you. 

"Fine" you head towards the bed, your sea legs swaying when a small wave hits the houseboat. You crawl under the covers. 

"Why are you so far, get over 'ere" he grabs the cover under you to drag you towards him, closing the already small distance. He's been waiting for this the entire day. He feels elated, he couldn't wait to finally cuddle with you, 

You hoped he didn't notice the small distance you made, but alas he's a perceptive one who doesn't like admitting he likes cuddles. Truth be told, you're actually nervous spending the night with him for the first time, you're not expecting for something to happen tonight, but if something did happen you're prepared for it, kind of, sorta, maybe?

Not to mention, the houseboat is a little intimidating, like what if you get sea sick and puke all over his carpet, well you're floating on a river, but nonetheless the rocking motion could still give you motion sickness. Or what if you kick him off the bed while asleep, or you sleep walk and you fall overboard. Or what if–

Hobie pinches your nose, keeping his fingers around it. "Oi, where did you go?" 

"Nuhn of yhor bhismes" you swat at his hand. 

"Your eyes went glossy for a second, thought I lost you" 

"I was actually thinking about your houseboat" 

"And here I thought you were thinking 'bout me" he holds his arm out behind you, unsure if you're okay with the action. 

Noticing his uncertainty, you swallow your shyness, you lean against his arm placing your head softly on his shoulder. Any doubt from Hobie is quickly washed away by your reaction. He pushes you closer to his warmth with the hand around your shoulder.

"What about the houseboat?" He stares at you while you play with a loose thread on his jumper.

"Like.. how'd you get it?" You absentmindedly twirl the thread around your fingers.

"Bought it off a bloke"

"That's it? No crazy or wacky story behind it?" You stare up at him suspiciously.

"Yes, there's no wacky story behind it" he mocks your word choice by copying your voice. "I needed a place, my friend's cousin's friend sold it at a cheap price. That's it, nothing madcap 'bout it" 

"Hmm, Do you even know how to drive, wait no sail? Is it called sailing when it doesn't have sails? Nevermind you get what I'm talking about, do you know how to do that?" You ramble, he finds it adorable.

"Yes, how do you think I brought it here from Amsterdam?" He's now curious whether it's sail or drive.

You gasp, sitting up "See! There IS a wacky story behind it" you poke his chest playfully.

Hobie grabs your finger to stop you "There IS nothing wacky about it. Well-" he remembers something, you perk up "we had to dodge the coast guard, but that's about it" 

"THE COAST GUARD?!" A huge grin blooming on your face.

"All right calm your beans" Hobie pushes your head back down lightly.

"How long did it take you to get back?" You snuggle closer to him.

"It would've just taken us 6-7 hours, but we had to hide from the coast guard so it took us about 10 hours" 

"Who were you with?" You fight a yawn.

"Why? You jealous?" Hobie shakes you lightly, he wants to talk to you more.

"Why would I be jealous of your friend's cousin's friend?" You rub one of his unruly eyebrows, shaping the strands back into place.

Hobie chuckles. He wants to stay like this with you, sleep be damned.

"What do you want for breakfast?" A yawn escaping you. You situate yourself on his chest.

"You gonna cook for me?" Hobie holds on to you tighter.

"Hmm, if you're nice to me in the morning, yeah" 

"What do you mean? I'm always nice to you" 

"You say that as you're staring at my pimple" you start to close your eyes. 

"Well, gorgeous, I'm not staring directly at it, I'm looking at you, you wear my shirt really well" 

"Well, handsome," you tease him back "anything looks better when I wear it" you feel sleep taking you.

"You're right," Hobie whispers against your hair "I like my eggs sunny side up by the way" 

"Hmm" a soft smile on your face.

Since you're wearing socks, with a sly smirk on Hobie's face, he slowly lifts up the leg hem of your pajama pants with his cold foot, once there's enough space, he quickly lays his ice cold foot on your leg. 

"Ack! What- Hobie!" You shoot up from your position. 

Hobie laughs loudly, you feel the houseboat shake lightly.

You playfully slap his chest.

"You!" Slap "Menace!" Slap

In one swift movement, he grabs your slapping hand, then he flips himself over you, his legs on your sides, caging you in.

You gasp at the weight above you, a wide smile blooming on your face.

"Hobie! You're too heavy!" Drowsiness is now completely gone.

He half kneels on your sides so he doesn't completely crush you.

"You're not allowed to sleep" Hobie leans slightly towards you, you can see his playful smirk illuminated by the moonlight.

"What do you mean I'm not allowed?! You invited me to a SLEEPOVER, you dork!" You gasp out as he's a few inches away from your face.

"Lemme guess you're the kind of person who falls asleep first in a sleepover? you're the dork here, sweets" he leans closer his lips ghosting over yours. 

You close your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss, you feel Hobie blow raspberries on your jaw.

"Ack! HAHAHAHAHAHA" your legs kicking up trying to stop him from tickling you.

Hobie pulls back breathlessly.

"Oh you're ticklish? Got it" he smirks devilishly. "Wonder where else you're ticklish?" Hobie tilts his head.

"No! Don't you dare, Hobart!" Your eyes widen when he winds up his arms to tickle your stomach, despite the threat you can't help but grin.

"Oh using my government name now, huh" Hobie tickles your sides relentlessly, your laughs echoing throughout the space. 

"Okay! Okay! I'll stay up!" You say in between laughs.

He finally stops his attack, letting you breathe. 

"Yeah?" He takes his tickling stance again.

"Yes" you giggle "please stop or I might piss my pants" 

"Ooh kinky" he squeezes your cheeks together as you glare at him. 

"Can you please kiss me already so we can properly cuddle like you wanted" you say with your squished lips.

Hobie chuckles "saw right through me, huh" he leans down finally giving your most awaited kiss.

He eases up from squishing your cheeks so you could kiss him back properly, you hold on to the back of his neck, grounding you. 

Hobie pulls away, he stares at your wide eyes lovingly. You lift yourself up using his neck as leverage, quickly peppering his face with kisses, until he laughs with every peck.

You pull back, taking in his lovesick stricken face, his smile lopsided, eyes basically shaped like hearts. You're sure you mirror his expression. 

"I should invite you more often" he lays back down next to you, arm wrapped around your torso, half of his body staying on top of you, his legs splayed over yours. Hobie relaxes immediately.

You crane your neck "yeah you should. I really love your home, babe" you rub his arm soothingly.

"Really? You're not sea sick?" 

"I gotta be honest with you, I took a kwells tablet beforehand," you laugh.

"That's pretty smart" Hobie fights a yawn "you're really smart, love" he rubs the side of your neck.

"You're only saying that so I'll make you breakfast" you whisper, once you notice his eyes slowly close. 

"No, you're really smart, and lovely, and a bloody good cook" he parks his head on the crook of your neck with a sigh.

You chuckle softly, pulling the covers up to his chin, you lay your head just above his. 

You both fall asleep listening to each other's steady breathing with the houseboat rocking you both rhythmically.

A/n: I'm sorry that my last fic made y'all cry lmao, here's some fluff. As always thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*picture above is from pinterest*

[hopeluna-archived]

hi can i pls request mc snapping on the brothers while having an argument with them thxxx🌷🌷

(ahhhh i sorta got into this angst mood while playing nightbringer sorry😭)

✿𝆬.𖥔 ݁ ˖ | arguments

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Characters: the brothers x gn!reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CW: hurt/not really much comfort, arguments, no arguments on Beel's one 'cause I love him too much to hurt him, went a bit overboard angst on Satan lololololol :)))

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A/N: took me forever but finally clearing out my asks cause i've gotten a bit of motivation! I hope u like it nonnie <333

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↺ Lucifer

Lucifer goes quiet, silently reading your face having never seen you snap at him- anyone like that. He's too prideful to admit that both him and you were at fault, he felt like you had to admit your mistake but he was too focused on proving you wrong that he hadn't realised the exhaustion and silent frustration that had been bubbling on your face.

↺ Mammon

Mammon looks like he's been slapped, metaphorically. He subtly flinches away. He knows he should have noticed the dark bags of exhaustion under your eyes but he was ignorant and now you're angry at him. He's had people snap at him all the time but not you, never you. Mammon's heart races at the thought that you hate him now, just like everyone.

↺ Leviathan

Rationally, Levi knows you have just been exhausted from the entire day and didn't mean to snap at him like that. He also knows that him getting envious that you didn't spend your day with him when you were actually working just worsened your mood. But you always understood that no matter how he tried, he can't really control his sin....right?

↺ Satan

It is sort of funny he thinks, in a twisted way. Mostly its him losing his cool and snapping at you when he doesn't mean to. But oh how the tables have turned! Satan can practically taste the wrath emitting from you in the air. Its a bitter taste, like vomit. He wonders if you can somehow feel it too when he gets angry with you. Does your heart crack in two the same way his has now?

↺ Asmodeus

His words of poison halt at your venom. Only when you have stormed out of the room does Asmo snap out of his daze and realise that he had gotten too far which led to your anger bursting. He tries to shrug it off, it doesn't matter to him much. That is what he tries to convince himself when he feels his eyes water.

↺ Beelzebub

You never really got mad at him for his gluttony 'cause you are well aware that its something he can't really control, so Beel is surprised when you came home and snapped a little at him for eating the meal you made for yourself. He knows you're just tired, but he still can't help but feel his heart sink at your words and lose his appetite as it gets replaced with a pit of guilt.

↺ Belphegor

Belphie sits there idly, picking at the skin around his nails as he replays the words you said over and over again in his head before leaving the room and him behind. He wonders if he can sleep it off but that doesn't work when the oddest thing happens, he can't sleep. Belphie knows that you don't mean it, well at least he hopes you don't....

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[hitwiththetmnt]

HEM Mike, Spirit, & ICE (3 AUs from Cabin 14) knock on your door. Mike: a 2k3 Michelangelo in his late 20s, Spirit: a ghost Rise Leonardo looking 3 years old, ICE: a teenage Rise Donatello with one arm. "My cabin made sparklers for the science fair, and we kinda maybe sorta went overboard," Mike admits cheerily. "Would you guys want a few? Just light 'em outside and away from flammables and whatever. Or don't. We're not the boss of you!" He holds out a bag: what color sparklers would you like?

We’ll take some orange ones thank you!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Cabin #7 (7 Wonders of the Turtleverse)

[pooks]

back on my straw hat!Ichiji bullshit and i am cooking

here's some headcanons i've got;

headcanon number 1 imagine Classy Trio (Ichiji, Robin and Brook) just casually having tea and watching the usual Zoro and Sanji bickering/sparring session

Ichiji: I can't believe that my brother in law will be a ball of sentient moss. But as long as he makes my little brother happy.

and the kicker is that Robin and Brook just agrees (especially Brook, who probably the biggest ZoSan shipper XD). the classy trio is a very sophisticated group, they have teatime with biscuits and discuss various topics

no one understands how it works and no one bothers to. post-timeskip, they're the second strongest fighting group after the Monster Trio. in fact, during Wano Arc, Ichiji joins Robin and Brook to save Sanji from Black Maria (Ichiji is bi and demiromantic, so he's kinda immune to female enemies trying to seduce him. he's already given away his heart for Robin and Franky.)

second headcanon Ichiji reminding certain pirates of Red-Haired Shanks is a running gag. even better when poor Ichiji doesn't even know who the guy is.

the first time Luffy put his hat on Ichiji's head to comfort him (he had a bad mental health day and nearly resorted to self-harm), Luffy went still for a moment or two because he instantly got reminded of Shanks. Ichiji isn't complaining about the hug he got from his captain, but it was nice and a little confusing.

(then later at Loguetown, Buggy nearly flipped his shit because he thought Shanks came back to haunt his ass XD)

it went so far that Ichiji got called "Shanks" by some pirates who has met the guy and poor Ichiji is like "who?"

(once Ichiji gets to meet the actual guy, it's gonna such a spiderman meme)

headcanon 3 Ichiji canonically likes whiskey, but i decided to add rum to his favorite drinks. he drinks sometimes with Zoro, but is unable to outdrink him (he comes third in alcohol tolerance, behind Zoro and Nami). Ichiji likes rum because he believes "a real pirate should like rum"

post-WCI and he turns to alcohol to deal with it. he doesn't gave good trauma responses and it goes far enough to make Chopper worry for his health. enough that Nami threats to throw the rum overboard if he doesn't square up.

this prompts him to nearly fight Nami for the sake of rum

Ichiji: you would dare to challenge me?! Nami: bring it on, bitch boy!

Sanji puts an end to it by locking all alcohol behind five locks in the galley. he's the cook, after all, and the galley is his dominion. Zoro and Ichiji has to wait until dinner to get their sake resp. rum

headcanon four Ichiji is tall and very muscular in canon, but in this au, he's slightly different

he's still taller than Sanji and while he has a little more distinct muscular structure, he's also a little more slender. this is a side effect from starving on the rock with Sanji and Zeff, so it has affected him in his later years. he's not a buff hunk, but he's not a slender twink either (google the english diver Tom Daley, that's sorta his body physique).

Ichiji also have a more androgynous face and dresses himself in a non-binary way. this is the reason why Brook mistook him for a woman at their first meeting, but Ichiji set him straight (lmao) after that. he's aware that gender is fluid and isn't always strictly male or female.

post timeskip and he's more comfortable in who he is. he did a lot of soul-searching for the two years he trained on an unknown canyon island and officially comes out as bisexual, demiromantic and genderqueer. he still uses he/him pronouns since he feels most comfortable with them.

headcanon 5 Ichiji keeps Zeff on the loop of most things and he does it whenever he gets a chance. he has the dial number to the Baratie memorized in his head and he gets his chance whenever he comes across a den-den mushi (for public use, often found in most inns at the islands they dock)

he informs Zeff where they are, what kind of adventures they've had so far, how he and Sanji are doing and asks how things are at the Baratie. he's sorta like a "dutiful son" (he canonically are, but it's very debated if it's because of his modifications)

the relationship between Zeff and Ichiji is portraited in a more mature-ish way. Ichiji is the older son, so he knows and understands more while Sanji is a little more bratty.

the minute there's total radio silence from Ichiji during WCI and there's shady people around the Baratie, that's when Zeff knows something is wrong

headcanon 6 Ichiji has the worst potty mouth. we all know that Sanji is foul-mouthed, but Ichiji is worse.

believe me, when they grew up on the Baratie, Ichiji listened to the cooks around him swearing and cursing up to a storm in the kitchens. everyone thought that he didn't care, compared to Sanji who mimicked them constantly (and got a pegleg on his head). but now, Ichiji was quiet because he was learning and memorizing from his surroundings until he got old enough to swear casually.

Ichiji isn't allowed around Chopper when he's in a bad mood, because his curses are so crude that neither Zoro or Sanji wants the little doctor to learn that.

no, he doesn't care if he's a bad influence. Ichiji has always done whatever he wanted. XD

[littleprincerianne]

25 Days of AgeRe MoodBoards: Royalty / Knight / Fantasy Aesthetic

credits to the original post ! saw the prompt and kinda sorta went overboard (⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞

[livesworthlivingau]

Alright, I calmed down enough to write normal words and decided to use your ask box because a comment in a specific post doesn't feel like enough.

You scratched a deep, deep itch in my head. Like, there's no garantee that the loops are actually over, right? Just that the fam doesn't end with the King's defeat. But, unlike me, you decided to stretch those fingers and write instead of brewing but doing nothing like a coward (me).

Also, like how the memories of that time are fuzzy except for a core memory here or there - of course they are, it's been decades! But I know how easy it is to fall into the "They've done this before" pit, so, respectf.

Anyway, if the cat will be out of the bag, then I can't wait to see the drama and shenaningas.

I'm so glad you're enjoying it and just as fascinated by the idea as I am! and you'll be happy to know that the next chapter (10) is already just about done~ I sorta went a little overboard today ^^;

OH! and because I should probably memorialize it somewhere on this blog

Thank you Leo in the official isatcord for giving me the most intense brainrot I've ever had in my life and letting me use the idea for my silly blorbos. These two messages changed my life c:

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The Cleanup Crew - Chapter 4

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Okay honestly I've already gone a bit farther with this series than I actually thought I would. But hey, I guess that's a good thing. I tried to keep things relatively tame, but definitely let me know if this chapter is too dark or anything like that. Even pulling my punches I sorta wonder if I went overboard. We'll see.

Female sneezes - Cold

cw: Guns, Violence, Killin' gnatzees

Operation "Alarm"

Another day winds down at the Cleanup Cafe. Bucket and Duster wipe down the tables, Mop handles the kitchen, and Kerchief tends to some paperwork in the staff room. Normally kitchen duty would be hers, but she decided to hand things over to Mop when she felt a case of the sniffles coming on that morning. Best not to cook for their guests if she was under the weather.

Over the course of the day, Kerchief’s sniffles had developed into a light throbbing and the occasional “HAADT!-choo…” The last thing she wants to do is read small type and fill out forms, but somebody has to do it. Plus, surely boring business things are a lesser evil than whatever is happening out in the cafe.

The muffled sounds of gradually raising voices force their way around the closed ‘staff only’ door. One of them unmistakably sounds like Duster, but Kerchief can only tell that she’s agitated, and the spoken words remain a mystery. The other voice is unfamiliar to her, possibly a dissatisfied customer.

“hih…”

Kerchief’s breath stutters with a soft whine. Her eyebrows knit, her mouth drops open, and she delicately places a finger under her tickly nostrils, and…

“HAHT!-choo…”

The cafe manager gives the tip of her nose an upward flick with her finger while her other hand reaches for the tissue box on her desk. Her head feels like a balloon, somehow full and empty at the same time. A long, moderately noisy blow into a folded tissue relieves the fuzzy sensation somewhat. As Kerchief gives the tissue a gentle wipe across her nostrils, she notices something odd in the pile of daily mail.

A stark red flier. Kerchief’s headache intensifies as she pulls it by the corner. Just as she suspected: The Church of the Fourth Light. Something something we strongly urge you to reconsider our sponsorship. Something something benefits. Funding. Protection. A dedicated following. Traditional values. German lessons on Mondays and Thursdays.

The maid removes her glasses and massages her temples. Why today of all days? Kerchief replaces her spectacles and gives her nose a gentle but squishy rub with her outstretched fingers. She sniffs and retrieves her tissue, but before she can even consider getting up to alert the others…

BAM.

A single gunshot punches through the buzz of muffled shouting on the other side of the door. Kerchief blows her nose once more. She holds the tissue firmly in her left hand, her right gliding down to her sidearm as footsteps approach the staff room door. Her tension immediately passes when Duster shoves her way through, followed closely by Bucket.

“Trouble?” Kerchief inquires. Duster continues toward the weapon wall without so much as a glance in her manager’s direction.

“Nothing we can’t handle, boss.”

“Fuhh… HAHP!-choo… Fourth Light?”

“How’d you guess?” asks Duster, finally looking back over her shoulder. Kerchief holds up the flier.

“Nice of them to give us an early warning,” Duster grumbles. She opens the locker beside the array of firearms and withdraws two black kevlar vests, holding one out to Bucket.

“Probably gonna want one of these.”

Bucket accepts the body armor and puts it on over her maid uniform. She’s clearly nervous, but also resigned to whatever is about to happen. Kerchief grabs a new tissue and turns her chair around to face her subordinates.

“What was the… hh… haah…”

“I told their bag boy we’re still not interested in their damn sponsorship,” says Duster, ignoring Kerchief’s oncoming sneeze. Bucket waits for her to release the pent up “AHT!-choo…” before holding up an outstretched finger.

“I believe you said ‘if you want me to put the poster up so badly, bend over and I’ll shove it up your ass.’”

Duster shrugs as she finishes velcroing up her vest.

“Yeah, something like that. Then he started going on and on about how he wouldn’t leave unless I debated him…”

Kerchief sniffs and flicks the tip of her nose up again.

“And then you shot him?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t kill the guy. Just gave him a little nine mil ear piercing. He’s probably still in the fetal position on the sidewalk unless he rolled into traffic or something.”

“I imagine his compatriots will be along shortly,” Kerchief sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. A single “hih-!” escapes her, but she manages to keep from sneezing again, at least for now. She delicately slides a finger across her nostrils with a light sniff before looking back at her subordinates.

“I suppose it was only a matter of time. Please prepare to receive our guests with the hospitality they deserve.”

An uneven grin spreads across Duster’s face.

“With pleasure.”

Kerchief turns to face her desk once more. Still too much paperwork to do. Bills to pay. Tissues to crumple. A rifle flies past in her peripheral vision, headed toward the kitchen. Mop’s hand bursts through the door, catches the weapon, and disappears with a tired “thanks.”

“Here, try this one out,” says Duster, taking another rifle down from the wall and handing it to Bucket. “Honey Badger SBR. Stole it off of one of these Fourth Light dipshits a while back, perfect opportunity to turn it around on ‘em.”

“I was wondering why that wasn’t in the budget,” Kerchief mutters. Her voice has picked up another layer of stuffiness, which she tries to sniff away before going for a new tissue.

“What, want me to give it back?”

“Absolutely nahh… ah… AHTD!-choo…”

After thoroughly blowing her nose, Kerchief scootches up to the office computer. The sounds of the old, yellowed keyboard were always pleasing to her ear, especially when her head was otherwise full of fluff. She takes a moment to bask in the warm fuzzies, but she perks up at the sound of a distinct metal container being popped open.

“Put those back please, Miss Duster.”

Duster is crestfallen.

“But boss…”

“No grenades in the cafe.”

Duster pouts, but she does as she’s told.

“Ugh, if you insist,” she grunts, flipping the explosives box closed. “Alright, Bucket, look alive.”

Bucket makes an apprehensive squeak as she follows her senior out of the staff room.

“Just as a heads up, I’ve never actually shot at, uh, people before.”

“Relax. They’re not people, they’re nazis.”

The door to the cafe swings shut, and the maids prepare for battle. Kerchief in particular isn’t looking forward to her fight with the electric company’s web page. Her eyes glaze over as she watches the spinning spinny thing of death on the screen. Will the site load before the shooting starts? Who could say?

“hh… hih-! HAADT!-choo…”

When Kerchief lifts her head after sneezing, the spinny thing has stopped, but everything on the page has been shoved all the way over to the left without any of its formatting. The maid slaps the F5 key and contemplates weeping. But, instead of shedding a tear, she groggily forces herself out of her chair and shuffles to the restroom. Hopefully they still have cold medicine, or at least some painkillers.

Better than nothing. Kerchief chases a pill with a cup of water, then she leans against the sink and stares at herself in the mirror. She knows she’s a respectable leader who has earned the trust of her team, but she’s also a bit shy and unsure of herself. The faint beginnings of crow’s feet and a couple graying hairs amongst the blonde certainly don’t make her feel any better. For better or worse, a sudden fluttery tickle in her nose keeps her from wallowing. Kerchief frantically rubs back and forth under her nostrils with one hand as she reaches for a tissue with the other, and then…

“ah-ahh… AAHT!-choo…”

The sound of squealing tires catches Kerchief’s attention just after her sneeze. Breaking glass and the rapid popping of automatic fire follow shortly. What a pain. The manager blows her nose, drops the tissue in the trash, and makes her way back to the computer. Once again the power company’s website has failed to load properly. With an aggravated huff, Kerchief opens a new tab and instead sets about filing a work order for cafe repairs.

Duster leans back against an overturned table, closing her eyes with a deep breath. Her submachine gun sits at her feet, barrel still smoking from having expended the last of its ammunition, and in its place the maid clutches a Beretta 92 in each hand. Mop has similarly discarded her empty rifle and drawn her sidearm as she keeps watch through the kitchen window. How many goons could they cram into one damn clown car of an SUV?

Bucket lays on the floor behind a table of her own, unmoving save for the steady rise and fall of her chest. She’d taken a hit early in the fight, though it seemed to have only knocked the wind out of her. Duster glances over at her, taking advantage of the brief respite.

“Still with me, Bucket?”

The stunned maid nods weakly.

“Got any holes in you?”

“I don’t think so? None that weren’t there this morning,” Bucket answers, lightly patting her vest. Duster gives a light chuckle and half a nod before turning her attention back to the rest of the cafe. The front window has been completely blasted out, and a couple chairs lay in splinters. Fortunately the tabletops are all steel-plated for just such an occasion, and the row of smiling stuffed animals along the northern wall of the dining room remain untouched.

Duster’s ears perk up at the sound of shifting debris. She peeks around her table to find what must have been the twelfth dude in a gray trench coat pushing himself up out of the rubble. He produces a hand grenade and pulls the pin, but a sudden PNK! from Mop’s suppressed pistol sends him falling backwards before he can toss it. Duster returns to cover as the explosion flings shrapnel at the cafe’s facade.

“Think that’s all of them?”

Mop lightly shakes her head.

“Doubt it.”

As if on cue, a second blacked-out SUV pulls up alongside the first. Duster rolls her eyes and gives her head a hard shake in frustration.

“Futher mucker…”

The truck’s doors swing open in unison, but before the Fourth Light reinforcements can deploy themselves, Kerchief emerges from the staff room with an M320 grenade launcher in hand. Her eyes are completely glazed over as she strides into the center of the cafe, so tired that she may as well have already been asleep. Without a look or a word to her subordinates, she aims her weapon at the newly arrived vehicle and pulls the trigger. The grenade punches through the SUV’s grille and sends it up in a fireball. The heat actually feels rather nice as it washes over her, though it quickly dissipates.

“The cafe is closed for repairs,” Kerchief announces, letting her grenade launcher fall to her side in one hand. “You are all dismissed.”

The manager’s free hand flies up to her face, holding an outstretched finger limply under her nose.

“hh-! hih! HAAHT!-choo… I’m going to bed.”

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OC Fusions with my friend @mello-bee!

I kinda sorta went overboard but it was a LOT of fun (and I will do it again). I haven't really posted about OCs here in a while because I'm still figuring out what to do with this blog.

View their versions here!

[queenofnohr]

fuwa fuwa fuka fuka mofu mofu 

i based his hair off beast IV’s tails

i may have made………….. the fluffiest cessair………… 

[vampypurplequ33n]

Sooooo… me and my friend who goes by 3DO Palace on YouTube decided to do a collab together, and I kinda sorta maybe went overboard on my end…

I still gotta make some changes and we gotta add our watermarks, and then I’ll post it on my channel!

[moonlight-tmd]

Suggestion oldie but a goldie pirate blitzwing x siren bumblebee au. With the slight twist that sirens are former humans that were thrown overboard and bumblebee was blitz's lover when he was human.

Oh, so like @klaudia96art's AU with a slight addition!

Cool... hmm, well i haven't read anything about it but I can try.

I suppose Bee was a part of the pirate crew led by Megs and other 'cons. Bee was actually one of the crew's newest additions- the young man was trying to escape the law and got on the wrong ship and they found him. Megs deemed his skills as a thief useful and decided to keep him. Things were going great, Bee learned the pirate way- and was overly using the pirate slang.

Blitzwing was the ship's boatswain/carpenter- he did a bit of both since nobody in this damned group could take care of wood properly. He saw the yellow-skinned landrat and thought nothing of it... at least until he started climbing up the ranks and became the ship's gunner.

He often saw him when he was keeping the artillery room in order so it won't combust and sink them, whenever Blitzwing was there Bee would try to chat him up. It failed most of the time... except one time where Blitzwing was supposed to go down in the lower level to fix some issue and bumped into Bee. He was sitting all alone on some barrels and for the first time told Blitz to leave him be. Of course, he did the opposite and they ended up having a chat.

Bee got scolded for accidentally sinking a dinghy with gunpowder for the cannons- well, technically it was the sellers fault for sending him off with a boat that had poorly patched holes, but still... the captain was not happy.

Blitzwing felt bad for the fella, even if he was quite annoying. He comforted him the best he could and was on his way to do business. But since then he's become more tolerating of the gunner. He didn't mind chatting while he fire-proofed the weapon room and even when they bumped into one another during dinner or on board. One time they both were awake and had the idea to go watch the stars from the ship's deck and accidentally met. They talked and that night they saw not one but hundred of stars fall. It was amazing, in that moment Blitzwing caught a glance at Bee and the way his eyes glimmered with the stars was breathtaking. Oh, he was in trouble...

And so was Bee apparently. The gunner was sorta awkward when talking to Blitz and seemed to be a lot more clumsy when he was around. Boy did he burn like the sun when Blitz caught him when he slipped and fell from the mast. Eventually tho things have eased as the two began talking a lot more, it became more clear that the other cared about them just as much even if they haven't said anything.

But one night a big storm hit them- everyone did their best to stay aboard and not let the ship sink. In amidst chaos there could be heard echo-y singing- sirens. Wretched things must've brewed up the storm to drown and eat them. Bee was on deck, trying to help out with the sail ropes when a big wave hit them. Barrels and other unstable things went flying and Bee was washed off into the sea. Blitzwing tried to save him but it was too late, all he saw was the face of his darling disappear into the abyss before someone else dragged him under the deck for shelter.

Bee thought it was the end of him, the violent current dragged him deeped under as the air in his lungs thinned. In the last moments before his vision faded, he heard singing....

Then he woke up somewhere. It looked like some cave... then he saw a fishy face almost looking like a fellow man. He couldn't have jumped sooner- or swam? He was too startled and scared to notice he was breathing- his attention was more focused on the giant fish tail attached to his lower half. Also the definitely more than just one sirens surrounding him.

After a bit of panic the sirens explained everything. He fell off the ship and drowned, the sirens however took him to some old underwater cave and with their magic were able to give him like again as one of theirs. Sirens themselves weren't malicious like he was told- turns out they were spirits of those who have drowned in the ocean and whenever a storm happened they came to ships to save those who have fell in and couldn't get back out.

Bee was so confused, all the stories he heard about the sirens turned out to be false. And now he was supposedly one of those stories.

it took a bit for him to learn how to properly swim and get to know his new abilities. The sirens who saved him wanted him to join their pack but before they could offer anything Bee was set out to try and follow his ship.

In the meantime Blitzwing was grieving the loss of his sunshine. He couldn't get his thought together while he worked, which led to some faulty repairs after the storm. He hadn't even been able to properly fix the damages after the first one when another storm passed by them. This time it was while they were in a area full of rocky islands, tricky waved to sail on and huge chance to crash. (think the first HTTYD movie where Stoic uses Toothless to navigate the mist to dragon island)

The group had limited vision, captain screamed orders left and right and it was chaos- then they heard singing...

All prayed for their lives as they desperatelly tried to avoid the source of the melody and the rocks. Blitzwing was trying to follow until he saw it- eerily familiar yellow figure sitting on the rocks. In that moment he completely understood the song he was hearing- it wasn't to lure them to death, it was to save them. He yanked the steer from the captain and despite the attmepts to regain control he streered them towards the siren- it jumped into the ocean and appeared on various rocks, guiding the ship out of the death trap and into open sea.

The captain was not happy about the initial disregard of orders but it was thrown aside for ship and the crew surviving. Although despite Blitzwing's reasoning that it was the siren that guided them out of it he was laughed at and told to take a break. That night however he couldn't shut his eye for a moment, he still saw the image of the yellow siren, strikingly similar to the one he lost. He could still hear it singing to him.... wait, singing?

Blitz jumped out of bed and headed to the empty deck- ever since they got out of the storm the ship has reached another island and was docked near the shore. Blitzwing could hear the sweet notes pulling him towards the land, he let down a dinghy and paddled to the shore. It was dark and he had trouble navigating thru the sparse coastal jungle until he heard the song again- he rushed forward thru the bushes and vines and stumbled out into a hidded rocky shore. But his eyes were fixated on something else- there on one of the rocks sat a siren; small with skin of pale yellow with splashes of vibrancy on the back and black patterns on its tail, but unlike any siren he ever seen this one was wearing tattered clothes. The clothes he recognised as the ship's lost gunner's.

The siren stopped singing as it heard Blitzwing stumble out- it looked at him with glossy blue eyes- "You're here."

Blitzwing recognised it instantly. The voice, the face, the clothes and even the eyes matched his lost beloved. It was Bumblebee.

Blitzwing couldn't say anything, he only fell to his knees and watched as the siren pulled itself towards him and gently caressed his face. He broke down and cried as Bee hugged him back and comforted him.

He explained how this happened and that he helped the pirates escape the storm. Blitzwing finally confessed his love for him and Bee returned it, saying that he'll never leave him ever again.

Idk where to take it now. I suppose Bee hangs out with the ship and the pirates sail. When Blitz is repairing some part of it he'll knock on the wood in attempt to communicate and Blitz will knock back. They can't really meet on sea but Blitz will go out and talk with Bee at night. I suppose he was caught talking to seemingly no one once or twice. I think at some point the sailors started noticing the same siren appearing out of nowhere and leading them out of the danger and therefore dubbed it their sea angel. I guess the other sailors got to see him dolphin jumpalong the ship few times and cheered.

That's about it think, there you go.

[itzzaira]

HEM Mike, Spirit, & ICE (3 AUs from Cabin 14) knock on your door. Mike: a 2k3 Michelangelo in his late 20s, Spirit: a ghost Rise Leonardo looking 3 years old, ICE: a teenage Rise Donatello with one arm. "My cabin made sparklers for the science fair, and we kinda maybe sorta went overboard," Mike admits cheerily. "Would you guys want a few? Just light 'em outside and away from flammables and whatever. Or don't. We're not the boss of you!" He holds out a bag: what color sparklers would you like?

A rise Mikey no older than 15 years old and bandages all the way from his fingertips to his shoulders smiled brightly- if stars could appear in his eyes, they would. "Ohhh even more glitter?"

"No!" Michelangelo- a 2012 Mikey who didn't seem much older than Mikey, with a blue scarf that had the number 10 on it in the middle with a star, a blue star-sticker on his plastron, and bandages from his neck to his shoulders, cut between the two groups, apparently not in the mood for more glitter. "We got bombed once, little orange, we don't need anymore!"

"Aww, come on, they weren't that bad-"

"I had glitter in my eyes!"

"But these aren't glitter!" Mikey happily looked at the trio- ohh they looked so cool. Though the Leo seemed very small... so cute! And his counterpart looked so cool too! And Donnie's counterpart as well! "They're sparklers. It's different."

"..." Michelangelo didn't look convinced."

"..."

"...We could prank your Raph?"

That had the older nunchuck wielder smiling. He turned to the trio again, this time with a grin. "Orange. And red."

Out of his blue bandana, he pulled out a sticker sheet, and held it out for the trio to take. "Have a little gift in return, dudes!"

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