He He He He

Even if you're awkward or don't know how, lending a hand to try and comfort helps to share understanding

ace trying to comfort luffy after a nightmare

(plus an actual drawing i made cuz i got inspired)

-an invoking piece-

Complete n' Utter Disaster, i love it 😘

You can watch it here on Youtube if you’d like 

🌬UTTERLY

ADORABLE💗

After seeing the question about if the kids are spoiled- could you do a quick thing of Ace getting his first real toys.?

Here~

Cutie pies 🥧 💓

three racoons in a trenchcoat

oh my *blushes* 😳🫣

Dude, I want to eat skewers today by 白@mg_cls

That's the stuff right there 😏 😏

Firework show. (NSFW!) Ace x Oc/Y/n

I made this semi my oc bc my oc has like fire and firework powers but I wanted this to be enjoyable for others that wanna roleplay as my oc.

Ace's breath hitched, a phantom sting lingering where the vibrant, almost playful, flames had kissed his skin. He flexed his singed fingers, the faint scent of burnt sugar and sulfur a stark contrast to the usual salty tang of the sea air. The memory of your heat, the way it bloomed and pulsed, replaced the phantom pain with a different, more potent kind of warmth.

The remnants of your power, a swirling, vibrant echo of fireworks and wildfire, still danced on his tongue, a taste he couldn't quite place. It was a delicious, dangerous burn, a reminder of the raw, untamed energy that pulsed within you. He remembered the way your body had arched, the soft gasps that turned into sharp, almost feral cries as his touch ignited your own internal inferno.

Now, standing on the deck of the Moby Dick, the curious gazes of his crewmates bore into him. "Ace, what happened to your fingers?" Thatch asked, his voice laced with concern. Marco chimed in, having seen the burns closer. "Yeah… You look like you burned them."

He froze, the question echoing the raw intensity of the previous night. The image of you, a swirling vortex of fire and light, overwhelmed his senses. His mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation, but all he could conjure were vivid flashes of your skin flushed with heat, the way your flames had danced around his touch, the way his tongue had traced the delicate lines of your form as you erupted in a blaze of your own making.

He swallowed, the phantom sting of your fire now a burning blush creeping up his neck. The words caught in his throat, a mix of desire and the sheer absurdity of trying to explain the consequences of your shared inferno. How could he possibly articulate the way your power, untamed and wild, had turned his own touch into a brand, a mark of your shared, fiery passion? Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse… You walked onto the deck, your gaze falling on the three of them.

Ace cleared his throat nervously, his eyes darting towards the floor as he fiddled with his now burnt but healing fingers. It wasn't his fault you were so easy to… flare up. You had similar powers to Ace, but without a Devil Fruit, your abilities manifesting as fire or fireworks. Usually, when intense emotions like pleasure, sadness, anger, or envy took hold, you became… fiery. So, during their intimate moment, you unintentionally burnt his three fingers and tongue. Thankfully, neither of you were harmed by the fire itself, but physical damage was still a possibility. If they could see his tongue, they would surely notice its abnormally vibrant red hue.

"Ah…uh…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head, the blush on his face deepening. He glanced at Thatch and Marco, who were still eyeing his burnt fingers with concern. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sheepish, forced smile. "Well…you know how it is, right? I'm always clumsy..." he said, hoping his nonchalance would diffuse the situation.

But your presence only heightened his embarrassment. He could still vividly recall the taste of you, the sound of your moans against his lips. It was impossible to ignore the pull towards you, the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

"Just…got careless with some fireworks last night," he lied smoothly, averting his gaze from your knowing expression. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, years of pirate life honing the skill. "Nothing to worry about," he assured, holding up his hand with a casual wave.

Inside, though, he felt anything but casual. He craved another taste of your fire, the rush of adrenaline as your flames danced around him. And there you were, a living embodiment of everything he desired and feared. The urge to reach out, to pull you close, to apologize for the burns was strong, but he held back. For now, he'd let the secret simmer between them.

Marco and Thatch looked confused. They weren't aware Ace had fireworks, but… Ace was always reckless. And they had indeed heard some sort of fireworks last night. However, Thatch wasn't buying Ace's story easily, his eyes finding yours and giving you a skeptical look. Marco was thinking the same thing but didn't want to jump to any conclusions, knowing it would fluster you both and probably make both of you go on fire. Again. Marco raised a doubtful eyebrow. "With three fingers and your tongue? Sounds a bit… specific."

A shiver went down Ace's spine as he remembered the way his tongue had swirled and dipped, the way your moans had grown louder, more desperate. Your fingers had gripped his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as the intensity built. Then, a sudden, sharp burst of heat, and a searing pain had shot through his fingers and across his tongue, the taste of you replaced by the acrid tang of burnt flesh. He'd pulled back, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern, but you'd only gasped, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your release. He began to think about the way your breath had hitched, soft whimpers escaping your lips as his fingers slipped inside you, the friction building the heat within you. Your flames, usually contained, began to flicker and dance along your skin, a visual representation of the rising pleasure. He'd dipped his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your core, and your fire had erupted, a wave of heat washing over him. The taste of you, a blend of sweetness and sulfur, had filled his senses as your body convulsed around him, your internal fire igniting his own... Oh and when you came? When you came... It felt like fireworks popping and sizzling on his tongue your sweet juices flowing onto his tongue like fire... He knows it's bad for him. But you know Ace loved it as much as you did in the heat of the moment.

"I swear it's nothing, Marco... I'm fine. I just... Got a little carried away with something-"

"Something or someone?" you replied, finally breaking your silence. Ace's eyes widened in shock… He knew how bold you were, but fuckkk—you were driving him insane. That playful look in your eyes and that teasing little smirk on your face… Thatch and Marco's eyes darted between you and Ace. It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Oh but when you put two and two together what do you get? A very hot mess.

Looks like Ace was playing with fire. Literally.

Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. A much appreciated view for humanity. Thank you, Roger + Rouge for making this beauty 🛐🤗

Taking a break from Impel Down to draw something ridiculous.

currently horrified, but also...

the sheer amount of thoughts 🏃‍♀️ thru

Guys... do you remember the Zoro figure? The naked one? Well... they did one with Ace... 😶

Uncensored here

This studio is going way too far than I expected 😂

Love when kids use language, unites us all 🤣

Imagine learning how to always win disagreements with Shanks

During the middle of a battle

You: get your little ass inside the galley and lock the door

Uta: I'm not a child, I can fight just as well as the rest of you. *pushes a Marine overboard*

You: this isn't a place for a child!

Shanks: Look at her, she's fine.

Uta: *having the time of her life fighting and winning against full-grown marines*

You: *throws a marine overboard* Shanks!

Shanks: She's fine, I grew fighting like this too.

You: Really, but you're so well-adjusted.

Shanks: Exactly... wait, was that sarcasm?

You: of course it's sarcasm Shanks, every fight like this could cause her more trauma later in life.

Shanks: I think you're worrying too much.

You: no, you worry too little.

Benn: I swear to the gods if you two don't shut the fuck up, I will throw myself overboard!

Marine: *swings a sword down on you, but only manages to cut your shirt in half*

You: *shirt gets immediately blown open by the wind*

Uta: *loudly yells* boobies!

Everyone on the ship: *whips their head around to look at you*

Marine: I am so sorry, I meant to kill you not humiliate you.

You: how ignoble*knocks him out with a punch and faces Shanks* Uta. Galley. Now.

Shanks: *eyes locked on your exposed chest* Yeah

Uta: What!

Shanks: I dunno, what do you want me to do.

Uta: *grumbles as she stomps into the galley* men are so spineless.

A week later, docked at some port

You: Honey, I want to go to the aquarium when we're in town.

Uta: *gasps* me too, me too, I wanna go to the aquarium! *Starts yanking his hand*

Shanks: what do you want to go to the aquarium for? We live on a boat in the ocean, just go take a swim, you'll see plenty of fish for free.

Uta: it isn't just about seeing the fish it's about helping the fishies and other sea life.

Shanks: What?

You: The aquarium rescues and cares for injured sea creatures. By going to the aquarium we're supporting their rescue efforts. Plus this way she can see the fish and not get her hair wet.

Uta: very good point, seawater would damage my hair.

Shanks: I'm not paying for you to go to the aquarium, I will however buy you a swimming cap

Benn: *also wants to go to the aquarium, so he covers Uta's eyes, and yanks up your shirt* we're going to the aquarium.

Shanks: *too distracted to put up much of a fight* okay

Uta: *knows what's going on* are you really that whipped?

Shanks: you're not old enough to judge me at the moment, wait twelve years then get back to me.

You: I can sure as shit judge you, but I will be using this to my advantage to get my way.

Shanks: god I hope so... I mean oh no, think of the child.

Benn: fuck them kids

Uta: yeah, fuck them kids.

Benn: language.

Uta: sorry, fuck those children.

Benn: no

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