TOKOYAMI FANART!!!

look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good

I'm actually crying

take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

Finally found some time to draw smth and of course it had to be my silly bby

I also got the news that comicon is in april so i have to work on my cosplay asap

Its between Buggy and Mayuri ( my other silly man from Bleach)

Mining and crafting

One Piece men if you ask them to peel you an orange/tangerine

Through the good graces of our girl Nami, she let you have one of her precious tangerines, but you don’t want to peel it so instead you go to bug one of your crewmate’s.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Luffy:

“Hey Luffy, can you-“

“Oh thanks, a snack!”

He eats it whole, right out of your hand

You: 😦

“Did you want something?”

Zoro:

Already grumpy that you woke him up from a nap but begrudgingly agrees, holding out his hand

The dumbass tries to split it in two with his bare hands

Gets the juice in his good eye

RIP

Sanji:

(If you identify as a woman)

As if you have to even ask this man

He snatches the fruit out of your hand the second you walk into the kitchen

Peels and plates it fancy, like a rose.

And he makes a tea out of the orange peels (we love a zero waste ship-household)

(If you identify as a man)

“Peel it your damn self.”

Damn

Usopp:

Agrees to peel it for you but now you have to listen to one of his made up stories.

“You know, this reminds me of the time I single handedly saved a city from a vicious orange-a-saurus! What, you’ve never heard of it? Well it’s a savage beast, three times the size of the sunny with razor sharp-“

You get the picture

Chopper:

Agrees to peel it for you, but he can’t quite get it with his hooves

You end up peeling it and sharing the fruit together

Franky:

He makes a little robot to peel the orange for you

Dubs it the “Franky peeler-nator 500”

he and the little robot strike a cool pose

Brook:

He happily agrees to peel it for you

He’ll tell you a story about his old crew and Laboon

“Oh my, this orange juice sure feels sticky! Or it would if I had any skin! Yohoho!

Now, may I see your panties-“

Jinbe:

Of course he’ll peel it for you

He’ll hand each slice to you one at a time as he steers the ship

Kind of like a dad and his kid

Killer:

Agrees, but he’ll slice it instead of peeling it

Still plates it nicely for you

Kid:

You’re better off asking killer but if you’re that determined-

“What are ya’? A fucking baby?”

Does it after some convincing, but he’ll loudly complain about getting it under his nails

Law:

“No.”

Slams the door in your face

You walk away dejectedly but you hear his office door open again and Law heavily sigh, motioning for you to come back so he can peel it for you

Domesticated Ghost

He used to have a bridge piercing, now closed up and only noticeable because he likes - genuinely loves - when you manhandle his face. Like he’s a giant Rottweiler in desensitization training. Drool catching in the webbed skin between your fingers. Nipping at the tips of your new gel manicure. (He asks if you’d paint his initials on your nails. You say no. He's not bothered. More… pleased. Like he was testing to see if he could push your boundaries, and is happy that he can't.)

He explains his past of being a punk youth, how a counselor got him to quit drugs and enlist. It's mildly infuriating.

"One fucked habit for another." Your muttering isn't lost; he's too present, the alley too narrow for that. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal that he’s still kicking, all ten fingers and toes, seemingly well-adjusted - or at the very least, self-aware.

You thumb the space between his eyes. Feel the thickness of healed skin. "I think you should put it back in."

"Get it re-pierced?" He nudges into your hand, encouraging you after you stop.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Coz I’m fucking forty with a wife."

"Your wife is single," you remind him, like it’s a direct correction.

"Mm." A palm skates across your belly. "Is she pregnant too?"

Your hand stills. Heart stops. Mouth opening - "How - who told you that?"

He mirrors you. Shocked, in his own way. "You’re-?"

You shove him hard. "Fuck no, you fuck! God, you scared the hell out of me."

He settles back in far too easily, in your opinion. Purring, essentially.

"Soon."

"No chance."

"Never, then." His acceptance with your choice. It eases you. No more defense.

"… Maybe not that, either."

His head tilts, chin up. "Yeah?"

You shrug instead of answering. You think you'd do anything for him.

when buggy likes someone, he writes cringey poetry like a smitten teenager.

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