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Reblog money luffy in the next 20 seconds or you’ll be broke for life

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Haha im so totally normal about it :>

It's all fun and games until SOMEONE is made thirsty for Akainu. Then that same person gets left stranded on a deserted island with the lava man as the rest of us are smiling and waving like the Penguins of Madagascar as we sail away.

"Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave."

-anonerror404

Sometimes you have to stand alone over a volcano to see all the possibilities. And then punch them. For justice.

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Killer x GN!Reader

I had to write this quick little drabble after reading this from @fanaticsnail

“Y/N, have you seen where my-…” Killer’s voice trailed off as he spied you lying on his bed, book in hand. You were lounging wearing his old black and white polka dotted button up, and while it was much too small to fit on Killer now, it hung on your frame perfectly, if not a little large.

But what caught his eye was that you were wearing only his button up.

Killer swallowed thickly as you studied the impassive mask covering his face, hiding his reaction. When you raised yourself to a sitting position, Killer could see the first of the buttons done hanging low on your neck, showing off your chest.

Killer quietly shut the door and flipped the lock closed.

You shivered, you wanted to tease Killer but the way the air was suddenly vibrating with energy had you second guessing if this was a good idea. Especially the way Killer’s body tensed, coiled like a predator cornering prey as he walked toward you in measured, controlled steps.

Killer sat on the bed next to you, raising his hand to pinch the fabric between his fingers, muscles in his arm tensing with restraint.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Killer asked, voice thick and low, his measured breathing audible even through his mask.

The words shot a heat to your core as you willed yourself to meet his gaze, a sly smile pulling at your lips.

“I’d like to find out, Massacre Soldier…”

You can practically hear the restraint in Killer snap like a wire, as his hands none too gently dive for the buttons of the shirt, large fingers working them open as quickly as possible. You gasped at the sound of thread tearing, the occasional button flying off in his haste as he practically rips the shirt from your shoulders, keeping it half on as he tears his mask off, throwing it off into the corner with a loud thunk.

His lips attached to your neck, giving a harsh nip before laving his tongue over the mark and continuing the process all across your skin. His breath was hot against you, hands gripping your arms hard enough to bruise, as he attacked your throat, licking and sucking with a low groan in his chest, traveling up until he reached your lips and claimed them with his own. His hand tangled in your hair, chin tilting your head back to give him further access, forcefully shoving his tongue down your throat as his mouth moved in possessive, fluid motions. His teeth clacked against yours in his efforts to devour you before pulling off with a groan, spittle still connecting your lips as you took a great gasping breath to fight the dizziness swimming in your head.

When your eyes finally cracked open you felt goosebumps erupt at his gaze. Killer’s crystal blue eyes were blown dark with lust, staring down at you with a hunger that might have terrified you if you didn’t trust him so completely. In a swift motion, Killer’s hand gripped your thigh, yanking you down to lie beneath him as he covered you with his hulking mass. You squeaked at the sudden movement, and Killer’s lips split into a coy smile, pressing his hips down into you and you gasped feeling the stiff hardness already eager and twitching against you.

As Killer tore his shirt off, you moved to strip yourself of his shirt until a firm hand stopped you.

“Keep it on,” Killer growled into your ear, pressing a firm kiss to your temple as you shivered at the sound of his belt unbuckling.

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Oh to wear killers and kids shirts🙈🙂‍↕️

Killer:

His blue shirt is so soft to the touch, each time you wear it, you feel each fiber of the cotton fabric slide against your skin and provide comfort in his absence. You drown in it, the stretching from his broad chest thinning out the material where his pectorals had weighed it down. The Jolly Roger is hand embroidered, from the fire-breathing commander, Heat, who's steady hand and flaming breath ironed on the insignia and surrounded it with soft cross-stitches.

If he catches you in it, while he's actively searching for it, he will offer you a deep, playfully mourning sigh and shake his head. He is going to enjoy taking it back from you someday, but for now? He enjoys seeing his partner swimming in his colours. It makes him proud to see you in it.

On the rare circumstances you opt to wear his patterned, black and white button-up, there's something about seeing you in it that makes him exceptionally feral. That's his 'nice' clothes. His 'pretty' clothes. How dare you look so good in it.

There is no rhyme or reason for how hastily he would not-so-carefully remove each of those buttons. Paying no attention to your cocky smile, as soon as he flings the material from your shoulders, his mask flies off and it's replaced by his lips.

Mouthing at your bare skin, leaving his purple hue of lip-paint littering your body in ovular marks, he can't control himself. Never wear this shirt, unless you want to unleash the side of Killer that reveals the name he was christened with. He is called 'Killer' for a reason.

Kid:

While Captain Kid does not often wear shirts, he finds the sleeveless tanks that he uses to work in his smithy often missing. Walking in on you sleeping in it, looking so peaceful and tranquil beneath the weighty fibers, he can't help but have a smirk split up his painted lips.

Careful not to disturb you, he would use his right hand to unclasp his furr lined cloak and drape it over your slumbering form and surround you with his comforting scent while you slept. The cloak retains his warmth remarkably well, aiding in coaxing you in to a deeper slumber. His smirk would soften to a smile reserved only for you, expressing all love and adoration that comes with being his partner.

Either that, or he'll yell a quick, "Oi! Take that damn top off right now! I need it!" which immediate snaps you up from your sleep. Your shocked expression would make him chuckle, your eyes rounded in fright and lips parting in shock. In lieu of tearing it off you and placing it immediately on himself, he would stomp over to you with heavy foot falls and plonk himself beside you.

"You look very cute, kitten. Ain't no doubt about that," he'd chuckle, stooping down and butting his scarred forehead against yours, "But I'm gonna need it back. Can't get iron filings on my chest again. That shit hurts."

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Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet

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i love x reader. 🥹 i think it’s so fun and creative. it’s not a perfect genre by any means, but even with its faults i think the pleasure of ending up on adventure after adventure after adventure with your favourite characters as you, the reader, are continuously reinvented and reimagined over and over again, is worth celebrating and protecting—and most importantly, creating for. 💅🏽📚✨

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Hi(^o^)

i love your blog! Do you know other blogs of rayleigh's lovers:-D

Ahhhh thank youuuu ☺️❤️ uhhh I know @guillotine-enjoyer also loves rayleigh might see us gushing about him together and stuff O:

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I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy

You can read about her here.

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These comics are just some silliness I drew for fun. It's not really canon, she lives in a separate setting (not our world) and isn't able to talk as a werewolf. Her original story is also pretty rough and tragic.

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Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Taxis

Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom The Gordon Ramsay art is a result of a silly Patreon discussion x)

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So I had a funny dream the other night.

It involved a very gay witch.

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the holy grail types of fanfic

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yuri beams ur labru

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Another One Piece OC :> Sar again

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A couple of my ocs like to collect rocks or shiny glass pieces :>

Does your OC collect anything?

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Think ima attempt to write one after im done with attempting a few other fics im working on (along with some art....I really need to stop starting projects and never finishing them lmfao 🫠😭🤣)

I crave a multi chapter fic of Rayleigh so bad 😭 the drama, the angst, the romance, the smut, whatever I WANT IT. Hell in the back of my mind I'm like...I want a love triangle with Him, Y/N, and Garp it could be when they were younger or their current age I just want those old men. I want to be in between them so bad. The rivalry between these two would be *chefs kiss* two beefed up men arguing and fighting over Y/N and trying to convince them to join their side.

Sorry im like hella feral for these fictional old men it's getting crazy...

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Quick Killer doodle

….ok now to draw some Beckman and then back to Rayleigh 🏃🏾💨