Kidd Is 9 - Almost 10 & Killer Is 13 - Almost 14

Excuse the odd bending because i had to panorama it because my yard's too narrow to step back any farther. Left side is final height. Center pieces have been cut, but im pretty sure i got it spaced out so it *looks* like all sections are equal. Bottom layer still needs to be leveled, and it's supposed to be nice this weekend, so I'm hoping to finish that in the next couple days. Crossing fingers, i alsobhope to get the "aquifer" lined by weeks end.

Day 24 : Album Cover

photomanips and filters instead of actual drawing today

graphic design is my passion

Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses

Finish product from this cross stitch

Cross posted to Deviantart and newgrounds

Fri Nov 17 Utah Grizzlies vs Colorado Eagles

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

I may have a few sitting on my hard drive to finish formatting and get printing ....

I bind fanfic and other underground writing into real books.  I am a Guerilla publisher.

In a nutshell, the reasons why:

A demonstrative statement on the validity of “fic” in general (and fanfic within that specifically) as a newborn genre of literature that has really only come into its own in the last 15-20 years.

Disrupting preconceptions about what is valuable and worthy of being in print, much less published in a fine edition.

An act of anti-capitalist resistance. Participation in the traditional gift economy of fandom. Most of my projects are volunteer and gifts.

Preservation of fandom history and works for future generations. These books cannot blip out of existence by puritanical updates to a socmed terms of service. These books are acid-free, archive ready, made to survive for another century.

Demonstration against censorship of fiction. Most of the books contain subject matter some people may find objectionable on various grounds.

In summary, it’s a big Fuck You to power structures that silence people. Also it makes my friends so happy that they cry, so that’s nice too.

My book design is deliberately conservative because I am challenging ideas of what should be inside the book. The more a book looks like something a “real” publishing house would put out, the stronger and more subversive the statement it makes.

I am also doing a lot of research working on replicating the style of books from centuries past, and publishing historical fic set in whatever period, in an embodiment that matches. Colors, typography, even form factor as much as possible. I have done Victorian, Edwardian, Renaissance eras. 

Here are some various process pics. Books pictured:

WAR, CHILDREN by Nonymos (Captain America: Stucky)

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO by NymeriaKing (Star Wars / Kylux)

BLUTRUNST by IncurableNecromantic (Over the Garden Wall)

CHOSEN MAN by Sineala (Eagle of the Ninth)

thank you @a-bxtch-can-write <3

I want to send love to @schwazombie @adolfgrey @gratefulcheeses @chromatic-lamina @mikkeneko @armiliadawn @d-angel00 @juanathefunkyfish @pocket-jack @eustasscapitankid & @glitterygyaru for liking and sharing my work as of late - it keeps me motivated and i love yall for it

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

19. Pirate King

Kidd - 4 | Killer - 8

Tags specifically for this chapter:

songfic again - same song as before

our babies have a good night for once

the adult men are not being creepy

which is rare for me, i know...

when i'm talking about the dock workers from here on out > they see Killer as a little brother or a son

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

One thing that could be counted on was the crowds of men every two weeks that his the port side taverns in mass. And without fail, every 14 nights, Killer would wait until the sun was firmly down before crawling in the back windows of Eustass' Tavern & Inn and sneak his way into the front of the house.

Eustass himself would have long thrown him out had he tried the front door, but Mòr Mhàthair was a soft touch, and as long as he waited until the dock workers were in their cups, she let him roam from table to table, polishing off plates of forgotten diners. Sometimes other street kids would show up but most of them didn't know the tricks to staying and would get kicked out the next week or never make it in the doorway to start with. But there were lots of other pickings on these nights, and Killer never once felt bad watching one of them get tossed out as he hid in the shadow of a chatty drunk and ate him out of his hard earned coin.

Away to the cheating world go you,

He had to listen to their terrible ditties, week after week, so he thought the meal was really only fair. By the time Killer usually arrived, the singing had already started and he just hoped they were fun ones instead of the sadder ones about loosing loves and such.

They were already well into it this night, the change up only being the other boy that seemed to be around more often theses days, a chubby little red head that Killer suspected might be Mòr Mhàthair's boy or nephew or something, or otherwise maybe the cook's son.

He was in the thick of it tonight, tiny little form standing on the table in the middle of the room with a crowd of drunkards, all bellowing the words out together. He had to be 4 or 5 at the most, probably looking forward to starting school like all the other good kids that belongs to people, Killer mused.

A bright shock of short red hair, unruly and ruffled from the hands of many a dock worker, thinking him some kind of good luck charm. By the end of the night it be sticking out at every angle, like the rays of the sun on a children's drawing. Killer would watch him ever few weeks as he soaked in the attention of those not fortunate enough to have families of their own. He was magnet for the downtrodden it seemed, a little mascot the laborers rallied behind every paycheck night.

Where pirates all are well to do,

Some weeks, the kid would even turn to him as the hours drew late, when sleep started to override the joy of being somewhere warm and well fed. Killer was always careful to leave before last call, never giving the matron a reason to turn him away next time. The kid never had this restriction, and would watch him quietly as he snuck out of whatever booth he'd camped in for the night, slipping out of the back.

The one time Killer had looked back, the boy had waved at him, a sad little bye. Killer didn't return the gesture. Not that night.

But after a few months, the kid would see him and grin, and he'd find himself smiling shyly back across the noisy tavern.

And as the spring turned to summer, Killer finally waved goodbye back.

But I'll be true to the song I sing,

Sometimes, the kid would try to include him in the group's singing, especially the nights when they sang his favorite song: the pirate king anthem. Killer was mortified to be the center of the room's attention, and had hid under the table until one of the dock workers took pity on him and picked him back up to sit on the bench next to him, hidden from the room in general with an arm thrown over his shoulder and just tucked in close.

Most city people didn't want Killer anywhere near them - said he smelled funny and suspected he'd try to pickpocket them. Which was true for both cases more often that not. But the dock workers didn't particularly smell great either, and the dock master often gave him little jobs to do so he'd quickly become a familiar face to many of the men. And this one was pushing his half finished dinner in front of Killer so Killer really didn't have much motivation to steal from him. And week by week, he'd find himself shyly hiding from the boy at Eustass' behind one laborer or another, and it seemed to be a great source of entertainment for the blue-collar workers.

And live and die the Pirate King!

For a little pocket of time, every fourteen days, Killer felt like this must be what a family felt like. Sitting next to some man too rough and tumble to be a father to any real child; warm and dry, belly full of delicious properly cooked food. He'd listen to them spin fantastical yarns, then the sunshine boy himself would come sit next to him and demand songs from the men, and every time, someone would break out into one, and a cacophony of out of tune drunks would rattle the windows and Sunshine Boy would turn and beam at him like it was the neatest trick he'd ever learn to do. And maybe it was.

Killer would smile back, listening to the men warble on about Pirate Kings and Bink's Brew and in the days to follow would day dream about letting those silly ballads take him away from Kutsukku for good. Maybe he'd take Eustass' Sunshine Boy with him.

Here’s the nakie!Crowley version, all finished.

Isn’t it grand!!

(She says she’s gonna do a clothed!Crowley for me to put in the actual story, but lookie!!

nakie!)

Nothing like undressing your personal angel inch by inch, and worshipping every bit.of skin revealed.

Bonus Smut chapter. you're gonna have to go to A03 for this one folks.