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They always write a masterpiece

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

Here's a rushed, nothing post that got away from me...

Green is my favorite color.

Another WIP~ I love Uta. ❤️🤍

zoro for a winner of my dtiys! :)

Ran out of Ace and Zoro bots on AI I’m so heart Broken 💔💔💔

brothers shenanigans

h a n d s

BABY BOY BABY 🥺❤️

⌕ one piece - portgas d. ace.

like or reblog if you save/use.

just rewatched demon slayer…you know what that means 😈

au’s are my passion

God told me to draw this

🔥 alabasta ace smoking because I said so

Simply just the most wonderfully gorgeous man ever

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

beach ep but none of them can swim

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY CORA SAN! ❤️💖

Bonus

Ways That Zoro Wordlessly Says "I Love You"

Luffy Zoro Sanji Law Kid Shanks Pairing: Zoro x reader CW: Drinking. Overall just fluff WC: 862

Wandering through the lively markets of the island, Zoro stood by your side, his hand always finding a firm grip on any part of you within reach—whether it be your hand, your waist, or your arm. It was his way to ensure that you would not slip away into the crowd.

As you paused to admire a colorful display of exotic fruits, Zoro instinctively drew a little closer, his gaze scanning the surroundings. A persistent merchant approached, eager to haggle you. Meeting the merchant's eyes, Zoro narrowed his gaze and firmly placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. The unspoken threat was enough to make the merchant back off.

You continue to peruse the market with Zoro by your side.. His protective instincts kicked in as he guided you away from anyone who seemed sketchy, positioned himself between you and the crowd, and kept a watchful eye on potential threats. These acts of protection serve as a reminder that he wants you to be safe no matter what. You know Zoro loves you when he goes out of his way to protect you.

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A rare moment of calmness settles over the Sunny as it sails through the sea. The sun bathes the deck in hues of soft pinks and warm oranges as it sets. Zoro's muscular frame leans against the ship, arms crossed, and head lowered as he sleeps.

You approach the peacefully sleeping swordsman, noting the subtle signs of restlessness in his stirring form. Gently, you sit beside him, and he fully awakes, a reflection of the perpetual alertness that has been engrained into his nature. Softly, you encourage him to go back to sleep, grabbing his arm and pulling him down to let him sleep in a more comfortable, lying down position. Zoro complies, opting to settle on your lap, your thighs serving as a comfortable pillow. As you stroke his hair, the familiar rhythm of deep breathing returns, and he once again falls asleep.

Hours pass, and the scene remains unchanged. Zoro continues to sleep soundly in your embrace, undisturbed by anything that would normally wake him. Napping like this is a small and intimate moment that you two have grown to share over the time of getting to know each other. You know Zoro loves you when he feels safe enough to sleep in your embrace.

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The unmistakable sound of a sword being unsheathed rings through the air as Zoro's voice calls out, "Come here." You approach him, and he places the hilt of a sword in your hand, unsheathing another one for himself.

Your desire to learn the art of swordsmanship has led to training sessions with the marimo. As you grip the sword, the weight and balance feel different from any other weapon you've held. Zoro insists that his swords are the only suitable ones for you to practice with. His explanation that the swords in the armory are "not good to practice with" seems somewhat dubious, especially since he doesn't extend the same courtesy to others. You, it seems, are the sole exception to this rule- being able to handle his swords when others can’t.

Under Zoro's watchful eye, the training session begins. His instructions are informative, and his demonstrations are precise. The clash of steel against steel fills the air as you follow his lead. He would oftentimes opt to focus on your form, gently grabbing you from behind and positioning you in different ways. He encourages you through proud smiles, motivating words, and small rewards such as a kiss every time you overcome a new feat. Training with Zoro is something unlike anything else. You know Zoro loves you when he lets you handle his swords.

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The crew gathers for a celebratory banquet after a victorious battle. Laughter and music fill the air, but Zoro notices a subtle change in your demeanor. Sensing that something is wrong, he decides to take action.

Spotting you sitting alone, Zoro grabs a bottle of his favorite sake and makes his way over. Wordlessly, he holds the bottle to you, a silent offer of comfort. Your eyes meet his, and without a word, you accept the gesture, taking a generous swig from the bottle.

Zoro takes a seat beside you and the two of you pass the bottle back and forth. As the sake flows, so does the conversation. Zoro pays close attention to you, encouraging you to share your thoughts and making attempts to cheer you up along the way. 

The more you drink, the more you seem to relax. As the night progresses, the sake starts to work its magic, fostering a playfulness between the two of you. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in an affectionate gesture.

The crew continues to celebrate around you, but in that moment, it feels as if the only thing that matters is the two of you. Zoros gaze never leaves you, the sound of your shared laughter rings through the air, and subtle yet affectionate touches are exchanged between you two. The world fades away when you and Zoro drink together, giving way to intimate moments between you and the swordsman. You know Zoro loves you when he only thinks of you when drinking. 

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okay that's it have a good day

where is the boothill ace content

Zoro 🗡

back at it again with the sunset Aces!!

I just noticed the bird folding his arms on levis head 😭

「No Regrets」 Levi

"hi there, mom."

my canon, idc. they deserved their little last farewell too 🤧

Realest shit ever

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

❝ ˓ PRETTY DOLL — ୨୧ !⠀

──────── ⵌ Satoru x bimbo Fem!reader.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Satoru thinks you have nothing interesting to contribute to his life besides your nice body.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : obscenity, blowjob, slight degradation, no aftercare, female stereotypes, perhaps slight distress? Idk.

— ୨୧ ! 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 : doll, dear, baby.

❝ ˓ blue is my favorite color . . . ❞

You were weak, you were definitely weak and no one could argue with that, well, at least not Satoru, who despite guarding you with his life, couldn't help but think that you were somehow inferior to him ... And anyone else who would cross his path.

I mean, those cute little bulging eyes that only served to flutter those lush fake eyelashes every time he fucked your mouth drove him crazy, sure, and that expensive lip gloss that he took it upon himself to memorize the flavor was his favorite, but you were dumb, too much he'd say.

Maybe you'd make a good housewife, he thought. Looking for some excuse to the little impact you would have on his life as a wizard loved by all, but well, there was no point in thinking about the future when this was temporary, no? Or at least that's what he wants to convince himself every time he sticks his almost dreamy sized cock between your lips and disappears his fingers in your silky hair thanks to all that wasted product on artificial hair smelling like top brand Shampoo.

If your brain wasn't even useful on a daily basis, with a cock buried all the way down your throat it was even less so. He checked by his own means, really.

"Mh.. You like that, don't you?" his voice echoed slightly shakily in the hyper-feminine room full of pink, effeminate things as you could feel yourself choking from the monstrous size getting in the way of your whole mouth, but of course, the bimbo didn't even try to pull away.

"You drool like a baby, doesn't that gross you out? Look at that little face all teary... Poor thing." his words between degrading and mocking echoed in your ears, but they went in one ear and out the other, like most of the things he said to you.

Still, in the face of deaf ears, the body picks up on everything your brain doesn't, and Oh.... You could swear that riding his foot like this wasn't embarrassing, or at least not in the heat of the moment. They couldn't blame you when he had you semi-naked, kneeling on the floor and the tip of his exaggeratedly expensive shoe tapping against the folds of your pussy over the fabric of your panties, moving it in rhythm with the restless sway of your hips as you sucked his cock as if your brain was designed for that and only that.

"Mhhgggg~ 'toru..." the vibration of your voice sent all sorts of bursts of pleasure along every vein of the man's cock, stimulating every last nerve in Satoru's brain. In any other case he would have even scolded you for using that nickname, but for now, he was too busy pushing the back of your head eagerly to the base of his cock, forcing (not so forcing) you to take him fully between your plump lips wet with pre-seminal fluid mixed with your own saliva.

He thought himself incapable of considering you even someone in his life. He was a man of high esteem, loved and hated by all, with just enough money to buy himself the president's chair if he wanted to, women behind him were plenty and he never lacked for anything, but from the first time he experienced in the flesh how well you could handle his cock inside you, be it in your mouth, your hands, or either of your two nice holes, he declared himself addicted to a drug that was too bad. You were stupid and it made his head hurt, but it also made his cock twitch.

He felt himself throbbing in your mouth, the recognizable steaming heat in his stomach began to become impossible to ignore, and he gave himself away as he began pumping into your warm mouth more insistently and hard, not even bothering to leave the work to you, he could guide you as he pleased, and you, as always, let him.

The abuse to your throat was starting to hurt and the friction of his shoe on your pussy wasn't enough, but did you have the courage to do anything else? Even permission? No, you didn't, so you enjoyed what you had at your disposal: choking on this guy's painfully big cock in you, nothing more, nothing less, you were pathetically happy with that.

"Mhff..~ yeah, baby, like that, just hold still and let me do it for you" he said, selling his words as praise and help for your uncoordination, only to take charge of everything between his big hands to satisfy himself after that stupidly long mission.

And without warning, without even knocking on the door, your lips began to drip with that warm, thick milky-white liquid as it shot straight to your lips. It only took a tearful glance from your eyes to him to know what Satoru wanted, and as was now customary, almost routine, you swallowed it whole almost as if by reflex, absorbing along your throat that sweet and sour substance with exquisite touches that you had memorized the taste.

He withdrew quickly, not even bothering to stain your skimpy clothes with the droplets still present on the tip of his cock, painting your half-dressed tits an artistic white and dropping a couple of tiny droplets in your lap. His load was always a surprise to you, but also a gift you were willing to take.

"That's it, very good, my dear..." he said with a relieved groan, taking your shirt that was lying around on either side of the bed to wipe his cock like an old rag cleaning a pipe, tossed it back to its random place, followed by stowing his big pride between his boxers.

Ha, he hadn't even taken off any clothes, hopefully he had lifted his blindfold to watch you suck him like a whore, but to throw away his expensive suit? Girl, don't ask for so much luck either.

"That was enough for today, eh? You did great." he complimented in a complimentary voice, stroking your cum-stained cheek lightly with his thumb while his other hand settled your pants in place and zipped it up, followed by its button, which didn't even take a second hand to do it.

"Mh..~ yes?" you moaned with your voice hoarse from the pain in your throat, as if you were looking for some cute love words, like 'I love you', how pathetic.

'Mhm" he nodded with a smile, returning the blindfold to its original place as he took a step backwards away from her touch towards you and sighed with a slight chuckle at the sight of you a complete mess on the floor, a twisted feeling of pride and satisfaction coursing through his veins at the sight of your makeup all smeared and wasted.

"You're getting better and better, eh? But I'm afraid I must be going, my dear." here he comes with the same speech you had forgotten how many times he had told you. "You know, superiors and their delusions~" he excused in a sing-songy, casual tone, as if he hadn't left you halfway through your visual orgasm without even touching you directly. Too bad.

"Maybe I'll come back in the evening and we can cuddle, what do you think, dear?" he suggested, falsely, since he said 'maybe' you already knew that 'maybe' was a disguised 'no'.

"Mhm, yes, yes.." you replied like a fool, a silly little puppy looking up at him admiringly from the same spot on the ground, all giving an ending too fast to even react properly with your atrophied brain.

He bent down, giving you a furtive wet kiss to your slobbery, soggy lips, finally pulling away to begin his march out of your room, as he had done so many times before.

"... I'll wait for you." you murmured loud enough for him to hear you before walking out that wooden door. "Don't do it, doll" he finally replied, and the last thing you could make out was his sly smile and his white hair disappearing behind the oak door.

──────── ⵌ no copying or anything like that, although I apologize if the translation is bad.

──────── ⵌ it's my first story and I don't even speak English so I hope for understanding 😭.

ooohhh this cursed family

I like to draw sometimes

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