C'mon Chimney You Can't Keep Doing This Gurl

I hope everything you ever loved and created gets stolen from you and pissed on. You have nothing to stand for, so shut your mouth.

Same fucking idiot who voted their rights away get a fucking life smh.

ATTENTION ALL WRITERS

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped for the use of AI. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

The scraper themself has admitted that it's at least maybe 12.6 million works that have been taken and uploaded.

With that being said, I'm locking my fics down.

I do not give anyone permission to use my works in any way.

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

I had a lot of fun with this one.

I want to read it😂

Been busy working on a serious drawing!!

So, here is a Usopp meme I made. <3

A helpful guide

Kin'emon could only stare around himself. Blood, salt and tears. His eyes rolled back into his mind. O'Kiku, Raizo, Momonosuke. Faces, shapes and colors fogged his memory, some more distinct than others; one more distinct than others.

-oh, Tsuru, would you look at me with shame in your eyes? Have I not stained your honor once again?

Kin'emon groaned ever so quietly that he didn't even think the dust under his limp body could have heard him. He thought of the twenty years she had waited alone, the nights spent in their cold bed and the silent diners she must have shared with an empty chair.

-My flower, my Tsuru.

His breathing faded away in the rumble of the battle field, it aligned with the wind and he thought that if the gods were in his favour, they would send these thoughts to her. His flower. His Tsuru.

-You have been the solace of my life.

His lips curled into a weak smile, the orange explosions all around him made the tears on his cheeks glow in a distinguished manner. The smell of death surrounded him but she remained his only thought.

___

Tsuru was sat on the roof of her modest shop, she stared at the lanterns lit up in the sky from the capital, her eyes too, glowed this rich orange. She held her own hands firmly, wondering if her tight grip could be felt by her husband, wherever he was, whatever challenges he was facing, she let out a warm exhale and her hands relaxed. She felt him beside herself in an odd manner.

"why does Captain America call you babygirl?"

me as a mom: