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skipar00 · 6 months
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POV: you're Nero and you just joined CP9
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crossguild · 2 months
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i know the fandom likes to think that kaku started claiming to like giraffes because that's what he got so he's making the best of a bad situation but me n @bananawanis were talking about how funny it would be if he absolutely LOVES giraffes. his favorite animal was always the giraffe. kaku morphed giraffe and he was like YES! YES! FUCK YES! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! and then everyone started making fun of him. his life is pain.
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halacska-fins · 9 months
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Here to ruin everyone's day with the sight of Spandam
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bokuwadoctor2 · 4 months
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Assorted messy strawhat baseball au sketches from today
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anri-ideas · 2 years
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CP9 as Text Posts
(inspired by @louisamariella the CP9 meme queen <3)
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kermit-coded · 7 months
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i've been thinking about it and i feel like we don't talk enough about just how fucked up the whole CP9 infiltration of water 7 was. like they were in deep cover for five fucking years. can you imagine how much that would fuck up your ability to trust people going forward? like that shit probably ruined paulie and iceberg emotionally.
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aumiiku · 8 months
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felines
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sephtatos · 1 year
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okzoomies · 4 months
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dogy
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roseaesynstylae · 10 months
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Here's some of GIFs applying to Cipher Pol's relationship with Spandam.
Cipher Pol whenever something goes wrong for Spandam:
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Cipher Pol whenever Spandam gives them orders:
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Lucci getting ready for a meeting with Spandam:
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Jabra after a meeting with Spandam:
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Cipher Pol whenever Spandam starts boasting:
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Spandam after CP9's Independent Report:
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skipar00 · 2 months
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hunting
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thegentlewonders · 7 months
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crossguild · 2 months
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Kaku spends the long walk to St. Poplar considering that they could make much faster time if they simply dropped all the dead weight.
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oneprompt · 2 years
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Hiya! Id like to request a scenario please. Lucci and a fellow CP0 agent (who may or may not be harboring feelings for him) are getting back from a long mission (not that he says anything) but you can tell he’s tense and offer him a massage to which he reluctantly agrees to. If the prompt is a bit strange feel free to change it up. Have a nice day ~ miu
authors note : my apologies for being so slow with updates ... ! im struggling with a very difficult matter at the moment , which has made it impossible to do anything .. but im going to do my best <3 have a lovely day as well , miu ..! ilysm 
Lucci x Gn! Cp0! Reader : Mission Aftercare
     “Lucci, the bath is ready! If you’d still like me to take care of you...” your cupids bow was perched upward in a delicate smile, an expression that was often hidden behind your cipher pol zero mask. Unlike Lucci and Stussy, you were left to hide your face from the public, just like all the other members. 
Lucci frowned in disinterest. He forgot that he agreed to let you do such a degrading thing to him... During the mission, you never shut your mouth, not even once. Your worries never ceased, constantly asking if your fellow agent was okay, if Lucci had hurt himself or not. In a desperate attempt to get you to leave him alone, Lucci promised to let you take care of him after the mission. God, what was he thinking?
You were odd, in that way. Lucci couldn’t begin to fathom how you had weaseled your way into such an elite organization, let alone at such a formal rank. Your heart was easily swayed, acting more so upon your feelings then your thoughts. You were impractical, sensitive... You were the very traits that Lucci had always known as weaknesses. Yet, here you you were. On the exact pedestal he was.
    “Ah, very well,” Lucci exhaled, putting his glass of gin down, ice cubes clashing into the glass as it was placed down onto the side table. He pried himself up, stripping his aching muscles from his beloved arm chair. “I suppose i have no choice now, do I?” Much to his dismay, you simply shook your head. Ugh, curse you and your endless need to care for others...! 
The silence between you two was heavy, pushing harder and harder upon your shoulders. All that sourced out of you both was the sound of your foot steps, synced up as you led him towards the bathroom door. Thankfully, the echoing in the hall covered up the loud pounds that sourced from your chest, heart feeling as if it were going to combust at any moment. You never expected him to say yes, regardless of how persistent you were... Lucci was the one agent who wouldn’t dare let you take care of him, even in the smallest of ways. Regardless of how nerve wracking this was, you were sincerely grateful. Even if Lucci was your boss, that didn’t mean your worries ever wavered. Sure, he was more then capable of doing whatever he pleased but you couldn’t help but fear that Lucci was straining his physical form and inner psyche. And to be able to ease him, even if just for a moment, you were honoured. 
     “I prepared everything, just for you.” You laughed lightly, popping the buttons from your white top. “I hope it’s up to your liking,” you left candles around the bathroom, the scent of jasmine flooding the room, mirrors steamed from the euphoric temperature of the bath. Everything had to be perfect, and you made it perfect. 
      “It’s fine,” Lucci’s shirt fluttered down onto the floor, his belt soon to meet the fabric. You couldn’t help but admire every bulging muscle on his body, as well as the intricate scars that tore at his porcelain flesh. One would usually cower at such a battered body but something about Lucci beckoned you, even the bullet wounds that remained on his body, tracing the outline of the world government. 
      “Is something the matter?” Lucci asked, hair untangled from his ponytail. Each and every bit of him was bare to you. His broad shoulders, wide back.. It was all yours to indulge your sights in. You merely shook your head, making your way into the bathtub in an effort to hide your endearing smile. 
       “Of course not, no.” You allowed your legs to soak as you glanced over at your boss. “Come into the water, i’m sure it’ll relax your muscles.” 
You looked so, so gentle on the eyes. Lucci couldn’t exactly comprehend how you were apart of such a cruel organization. Your passion for others was undying, refusing to leave even the scummiest people alone to suffer. It was a trait of yours that frustrated Lucci to no bounds. Yet, that side of you intrigued him in a way no other being ever had. How could someone go from being a relentless killer to the sweetest honey suckle. Lucci often pondered why you constantly had Cipher Pol zero’s best interests in mind, especially his. What about this organization screamed love and care to you? Why did you cherish everybody so much?
        “Do you mind if i touch?” Your almost angelic voice broke Lucci from his thoughts, tired eyes looking down at you, your body submerged in the bubbles of the bath. “Your back seems to be in pain. Is it because of that fall?” Even as you mentioned notes about the mission, Lucci couldn’t pay attention. He was lost in the whirlpool of your voice, your gorgeous self. 
All Lucci had to do was nod, your hands rubbing down his back in an instant. The firm yet caring circles you rubbed into his throbbing muscles was mellowing, each and every knot popping beneath your hands. 
        “You’re quite skilled at this, Y/n.” You couldn’t help but blush at Lucci saying your name, let alone in such a setting. You weren’t known as Y/n to the public, masking every personal piece of you that you still had. Even your fellow agents called you by your given Cp0 name:  Demoiselles. Like the other members, you adopted the name of a famous painting to match your mask. As far as anyone knew, nobody by the name of Y/n ever existed. 
But you were seen. Lucci knew Y/n, he knew you. How lovely it felt to be seen as yourself, and not as some government weapon. It made your heart flutter, having him see you for you.  Demoiselles wasn’t with you two, at least not now. 
       “Thank you, Lucci... I’m glad you think so, i just want you to feel okay.” You cooed, one of your hands simply caressing him now. Your fingers went from scar to scar, almost as if you were playing connect the dots. “I believe you deserve to feel good more then anybody...” 
Lucci turned his head to you, his dull gaze meeting your more emotional one. “Is that really what you think?” You nodded at the man, smiling the way you always did. That damned smile of yours... Lucci loved it with whatever pieces of his heart remained within him. 
         “Of course... you’re very lovely in my eyes, very kind in your own way.” Your eyes evacuated from his back, drifting towards his wavy hair. “I think you’re deserving of love.” Lucci desperately looked for a drip of doubt in your speech, but there was none. You really believed every bit of what you were saying, weren’t you? 
How stupid... 
Lucci sighed, leaning his scap into your palm, relishing into your affectionate touch. “I don’t think you’re fit to be here. What did the government see in you?” It was true, more or less. Of course he was happy to have you to fight at his side, but you stuck out like a sore thumb. Too pure... 
          “Well..- I’m very glad to be here. Even if you don’t think i’m meant to be here... I wouldn’t have my life any other way.” Your feelings were out on display to Lucci, making your thoughts absolutely transparent. You twirled a strand of his hair around your pointer finger, watching carefully as you singlehandedly curled the strand. 
Lucci stared up at you, gaze unwavering. Despite such tooth rotting words being targeted at him, his poker face never budged. No smile, no blush, nothing. 
          “Would you die for me, even?” Lucci’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering like a moth. He was a moth, attracted to your endless love for life. Yet, you were a butterfly, attracted to the endless void of death. Your loyalty to love would never hinder, would it? Even in the face of death?
           “For you, anything... I would even die.” You left a ghost of a kiss on your bosses temple, finger unlatching the wet curl. Once more, there wasn’t a lick of insincerity in your tone. No hesitation in your mannerisms, nothing of the sorts. 
You were serious. Dead serious. 
            “I’m eternally yours, in life and death. I’ll be apart of Cipher Pol zero until the very end, Lucci.”
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topijeramimy · 10 months
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Lucci
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krongulous · 7 months
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I love CP9!!!
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