Update On The Yard. Still Mostly Digging, Nothings Actually Leveled Or Staked In Yet. Right Side Shows
Update on the yard. Still mostly digging, nothings actually leveled or staked in yet. Right side shows roughly the final height.
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the A Side [part one] Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eustass Kidd & Killer, Eustass Kidd/Killer (slow build and left implied|sub-text), Heat & Wire (One Piece), Implied Wire/Heat Characters: Eustass Kidd, Killer (One Piece), Wire (One Piece) - briefly, Heat (One Piece) - briefly, Eustass Kidd's mom - noncanon [she’s nice], Killer's dad - noncanon [he’s not] Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - No Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit, Killer gets to embrace that pre-timeskip look again, Vaguely Highschool AU, USA Western Rural 90's AU, Underage Driving, Underage Marijuana Use, Drunk!Killer, Homophobia, hurt!Kidd, Amputation Aftermath, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Schrödinger's cat!Killer, Victoria Punk is a Datsun 620 - aka 4 hooker lil'Hustler, the four Emperors are basically Cattle barons, parental assault on their adult child, secretly smart!Kidd, Blood and Injury, hurt!Killer, Animal Attack, Animal Death, Rural|Farm|Ranch life, Killer Heat & Wire are all in the closet together for most of this, Kidd's too busy with everything else to have even thought about it yet, ends where the beginning starts, high school dropout!Killer, Kidd from ages 14 through 19, Marijuana, killer from ages 18 to 23, heat and wire both in early 20s, driving without a license
Series: Part of Summer 2024 Summary:
Nobody leaves this shithole alive; Kidd grows up in the poor american west, just the son of another ranch hand that circles the drain. Every step forward feels like two steps back, and it feels like the only reason he can keep his head above water is the tiny handful of people drowning themself to push him up to surface again.
Kidd grows up in the poor american west, just the son of another ranch hand that circles the drain. He at least had one best friend out there in the sticks, and the two try to keep each other from drowning. - aka - short snippets of rural life told around driving a stick shift
fem! kill 🙏🏼
Summery of the idea: 18+ rating
Exploring the aftermath of the Kidd Pirate's captivity in Wano, Kamazou's loss to Zoro, freeing the crew, leading up to the Onigashimas Raid, with a specific focus on the struggles a female!Kamazou under the control of a man like Orochi might have been. Ideally it would finish with the recovery after Kidd (& Law) takes down Big Mom and Killer's fight with Hawkins.
Tentatively at 5 chapters - 8.5K Words - Kidd/Killer as the main pairing, but some soft moments between crew & Killer.
It would also be dealing very strongly with rape aftermath, and things like the fear of sti's, pregnancy, menstrual cycles, ect. and how fucking terrifying that would be on top of all the other shit going down, along side the SMILE fruit.
Some clips below the read more
Crew quarters are just as bare. If it wasn't nailed down, it's gone. The Punk hasn't been so desolate since the day Kidd bought her. Killer is chuckling weakly at his side, clutching those awful robes to herself, and Kidd knows she's barely keeping it together.
He can't be in this room. He can't stand the hollow echo that should be filled with talking or snoring. He closes his right hand around Killer's bicep, guiding them both out.
The galley is worse - Kaido's people stole his fucking fridge. Killer's meticulously collected cast iron pots and pans are gone; her pasta roller, years worth of collecting across the South Blue and Grand Line of spices and herbs, not even the custom shelving he'd made for her, nothing has been left behind.
Killer starts to laugh across the room; the high pitched breathless wheezing that's been clawing its way out of her until she can't stand it anymore and starts to claw her own face. Kidd's at her side where she's kneeling in time to pull her hands away before blood is drawn and she slumps against him, cackling. She nods to her discovery, exhausted against him: one cabinet missed, under the false drawer of the sink, still fully stocked with sanitation supplies. Not just cleaning, but prep supplies. Hairnets. Food safety gloves. Face masks. An emergency first aid kit. The fucking fire extinguisher.
The first aid kit is meant for kitchen burns and minor cuts. Something quick and best case to hold over until the can get over to the sick bay - which is also stripped bare. It has some pressure bandages and gauze, but nothing for flesh cut to the bone in desperate need of stitches, nothing for assault and torture. Nothing for fake devil fruits.
<><><> "stop stop stop," he growled, trying to take the garments away from her, only for her to growl right back.
"You are not leaving me behind, jackass," she hissed.
He looked at her like she's slapped him; the though never having crossed his mind, "What? No! I mean, you not wearing that crap -"
"I'm not going naked!"
"No, wear mine," he said, shoving his own clothes at her, his vest and slacks at least.
He wasn't often able to stun Killer in to silence. Her face was blank and she was just blinking rapidly, trying to find the tracks Kidd's mental train of thoughts had taken.
"The fuck are you going to wear?" she settled on finally.
"My kilt."
She erupted into laughter at that, more manic than usual because of the fruit, but honest laughter, the kind saved for his particularly stupidest moments.
"I'm serious," Kidd got her to drop the robes, and held his slacks open for her to step into.
"You're going to stick out- "
"I was always going to stick out."
"Well, now we're both going to stick out."
"That has never stopped us before."
<><><>
He swore into her skin and she chuckled, twisting up on herself. He pressed his lips to her skin once more. She'd always been his better half, and to have to have dealt with this on top of everything else. Alone. He couldn't fathom it, such a violation of her self. "I'll kill him."
"I know you will."
Day 5 Card Games
Our Kings of Hearts
The first idea was to draw each of the 4 commanders as a King card but i couldn't nail down who fit which suite best. Or couldn't convince myself to have Kidd not as one of the red cards XD My wife suggested the compromise of our dear partners sharing the Hearts card.
Traditionally, the King of Hearts is shown with a sword over his head, giving him the nickname "suicide king." Interestingly, this is the only king with no moustache.
Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses
Designed these cuties on HeroForge
I've included the links to each figure below.
Sketch for the Reposed Rebellions Series - An AU!Rural coming of age Kidd/Killer story. Collection on A03
The A Side is Kidd's story, from age 14-19 as he deals with growing up isolated, trying to be the first of his friends to finish high school, and with the aftermath of a horrific accident that threatens to trap him in those mountains forever.
The A Side is thematically about driving, finding a way to feel free
The B Side will be Killer's story from age 15-22 as he deals with being left behind by his friends, trying to be more than his family, and with the fact that growing up rural and queer is minefield of its own.
The B Side is thematically about rest, finding a place to feel safe
Reposed - from the verb Repose
To rest in death or a grave
To lie, rest, or be supported
To have trust (in); rely (on or upon)
Rebellions - from the noun Rebellion
Dissent from an accepted moral code or convention of behaviour, dress, etc
6. Lipstick
Kidd - 11 | Killer - 15 | Victoria - 15 almost 16
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Killer in dresses and makeup
Teenagers doing teenager things
Victoria is a mill girl
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
Victoria had been a mill girl since she was 10, a doffer for the older women in the textile mill, and earning herself a bed at the Women's Boarding House, tucked away on the city side of the mill complex, blocking the city's view of the textile manufacturing building and the waste it dumped freely out into the Heaps. She was well aware of the good fortune she'd fallen into, having seen the conditions other girls and boys her age outside of the walls lived in. She was almost 16 now, and still sleeping in the same bed night after night.
The years of being underpaid and overworked left her with a roof over her head, three square meals a day, and never having to worry about the things that go bump in the night.
Never had to worry about the unwanted attention of the older boys as not a one of them yet able to sneak past the Widow Matron of her building.
That wasn't to say Victoria had not been sneaking a certain younger boy in for a couple of years now.
Three years actually - right under the nose of the adults - with the exception of one of the nurses who'd taught Victoria herself the tricks on a night the young woman preferred not to remember. It was a good thing Killer made a convincing girl, prettier hair than her own, and a wore her dresses and heels as naturally as she did. She just had to make sure he was out by curfew or someone was bound to notice the extra girl at head count.
Once, on one of her free weekends, her dress had torn along the back when it got caught on a nail or something. Instead of going home - and possibly be misunderstood as forfeiting her remaining free time - she'd convinced Killer (and Kidd because she'd forgotten to lock the door) to follow her into a shop's bathroom and put her dress on so she could sew it back up as properly as one could on the fly.
While using him as a dress form - she wasn't particular well devolved and he was about as wide chested as she was and it fit him well enough for the task - Kidd had asked the two if that meant Killer was a girl.
Killer had looked upset, it was too close to the ugly things the other boys called him and while she knew Kidd didn't know any better, it was still bordering on hurtful.
"What's wrong with being a girl?" she had demanded of him. Kidd looked surprised, before slouching against the main door, looking properly told off, muttering "Nuthin'."
With a frown, she'd turned back to her stitching, when Killer spoke up, his voice timid in a way she wasn't used to, "Victoria wears pants most of the time, does that make her a boy?" he asked Kidd.
"…no?"
"You're wearing one of her old shirts right now - does that made you a girl?"
The boy shook his head no.
"It's just clothes and stuff."
"Okay." Kidd agreed, sounding like right now he just want the conversation to end.
But Victoria had looked at Killer in her favorite yellow dress - it was the wrong colour for him, but made a cute silhouette.
She'd brought him an older blue one of hers a few weeks later. They'd snuck into the bathroom again, and she'd dressed him up and it looked so much better than the yellow one had.
And then they'd waltzed right in though the front doors of her boarding house, only barely keeping composed long enough to shut themselves away in her currently empty dorm room before they were laughing wildly, clutching at each other to keep from falling over.
"I can't believe that worked!" Killer was cackling, and neither could Victoria, and the thrill of getting such a big one over on the Widow Matron was a high she'd not been expecting.
Most of the time, Victoria was more than happy to hang out with both of the boys, but there was something exhilarating in sneaking Killer away from both his childminder duties and past the women of the boarding house. She was pretty sure some of the other girls had suspected something was up seeing as Killer - who had the audacity to introduce himself as Killer still - could never be found at meals or at bed check.
So far though, the only thing anyone had actually said was when Nicolette had still been in the room getting ready when Victoria and Killer slipped in one afternoon. Killer had quickly looked away from the half-dressed woman, blushing, and Victoria had felt a little offended he'd never reacted to her that way. Nicolette had frowned at the interruption but otherwise ignored them, at least until she was putting her things away. She held a little tube up thoughtfully, before tossing it to Victoria. Even surprised, she'd caught it with ease, looking confused.
"Killer'd look good in purple, I think." was all Nicolette said, before heading out for her own night on the town.
It was a tube of lipstick. Victoria and Killer looked at it thoughtfully.
Nicolette was right. Killer did look good in purple. It was a soft lilac colour that worked well with his straw yellow hair and ice blue eyes. Victoria found she liked painting him up in it, some times adding a touch of purple powder that she'd later pick up to the creases of his eyelids.
Sometimes, after he was all dolled up, they'd hit the town together. Other days they spend in her dorm room. "Just don't mess up your lipstick" was her only rule.
And then he'd either escort her back to the doors just before 10, or would be sneaking out the back, headed back to the Heaps. He had a small collection of makeup that was just his that he hid in one of his caches, along with the dress. The other clothes he would bring back to Kidd, who was more than happy to wear even the ugliest prints if not for anything more than the fact they'd never belonged to anyone else before him.
Kidd would watch him those nights, carefully washing the makeup off under the flickering of lamp light.
"You don't have to wash it off…" Kidd had said finally, "If you don't want to. I don't care if you like to look pretty."
Killer had smiled up at him, head tilted so his bangs fell away from his face for once, and he studied his younger friend, "You think I look pretty?"
for those interested in making their own, the pattern is available for free on stitch-fiddle
please note the above was made with sewing thread, not dmc floss so yours may look different. please feel free to use your own gold or red shade if you feel you like something better
Badge from RWBY’s Beacon Academy 3 colours. 32 canvas. used extra sewing thread instead of DMC floss In progress post on DA or Newgrounds
Dark brown is getting its first spine glued. The next up, bottom in the white boards, has had its spine molded and is being pressed into shape. Going up after that you can see the next sets mostly prepped, just looking for the right end pages =^.^= #bookmaking #bookbinding (at WIP) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF53KbFl-Rt/?igshid=1dphp3u20x9ls
Day 12 : Modern AU
Closed for Lunch
Oda once said that if Kidd & Killer were in our world, Kidd would be an Arms Dealer, and Killer would be making pasta.
Kidd owns a firearms store, and Killer has his own restaurant near by. Every day, Killer brings Kidd fresh noodles for lunch
Original Prompt list by gratefulcheeses
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