The final of the depths:
Vibes were aroace luffy, law is Pining
I drew this the morning before I read Law’s backstory lmao
Drawing these idiots has improved my art So Much it’s weird to look at
transcript under the cut
Panel 1
Law: Do you, uh... Do you do this sort of thing with all your friends?
Luffy: ?
Panel 2
Luffy: Hmmm....no.
Panel 3
Law: ...
Panel 4
Luffy: Not all of them like being kissed and cuddled
Law: Oh, that makes sense.
Panel 5
Luffy: Though things are kinda different with you.
Law: Yeah?
Luffy: Yeah
Panel 6
Luffy: I'll kiss and hug my friends for a lotta reasons. Mostly to tell 'em I love them or I'm happy or I'm comfortable.
Panel 7
Luffy: With you sometimes it's just 'cuz it's a fun thing to do.
Panel 8
Luffy: Also before today I'd never slept with any of my friends.
Panel 9
Law: SERIOUSLY?!
Luffy: Yeah, actually now that I think about it I hadn't slept with anyone until today, huh.
Panel 10
SHOCK
Law: ANYONE?!
[page 2]
Panel 11
Luffy: Yeah! Why're you surprised?
hahahaha
Panel 12
Law: Well, I don't know. I guess you're just so affectionate with your crew I assumed...
Law: also it seemed like you knew what you were doing...
Panel 13
Luffy: It just was never somethin' I was too interested in.
Luffy: I'm glad we did, though! It was fun!
Luffy: also the tiniest amount of observation haki told me everything you wanted
-shrug-
Law: What kinda sidebar is that?!
Panel 14
Luffy: It seems like this sort of thing makes you really happy
Panel 15
Luffy: And that you haven't spent a lot of time doing the kind of thing that makes you happy.
Panel 16
Luffy: So I'm really glad that I get to be happy and have fun with you.
Panel 17
Law: ...
[page 3]
Panel 18
Luffy: ACK! I didn't mean to make you cry!!
Panel 19:
kiss kiss kiss kiss
Panel 20
Law: Stop, stop, stop
hahaha hahaha
Luffy: ?!
Law: It's...it's a good cry.
Panel 21
Law: I just never realized...how much I wanted to be seen...until you saw me.
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The Papas x Reader with Chronic Sleep Promblems HCs
I wrote this on 3 hrs of sleep during a 12 hr road trip and while fighting another uti 🗿
Primo
- always offers his special tea.
- will sit up and talk about life with you.
- often the two of you sit on the porch swing in his garden together, discussing anything from plants to cooking recipes to your favorite video games- he's very nonchalant, and doesn't mind talking late into the night.
- sometimes you will fall asleep against his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth. he's warm, and you're suddenly very sleepy.
- you always wake up in his bed. you don't know how he got you there. isn't he like 1000 years old? did he carry you? did he get a ghoul to do it? he never tells.
Secondo
- he worries a different environment would keep you awake, so he drags you into his bed so he can make sure you're okay. he gets you in there all snuggled and warm, and he even keeps a few stuffies on hand.
- secondo loves to cook. so, he'll sit there and tell you about all his favorite recipes, his favorite recipe books, his least favorite kitchen fails- all of it.
- secondo will also make sure to situate you so that your head is on his chest as you listen to him talk. his voice is low and deep, and it makes you feel unbearably drowsy as you listen to it rumble through his chest.
- half the time you don't even know you're falling asleep until you're waking up the next day, still snuggled in his arms as he murmurs, "good morning, sleeping beauty." you don't mention that it's no longer morning.
Terzo
- terzo tries his best, but he doesn't really know how to sooth you to sleep. he often enlists the help of omega and his other ghouls to get you settled.
- he'll bring you to his bed, where you'll be snuggled up between terzo and omega. it's warm, and terzo will often pull you against his chest as omega purrs and rubs your back.
- occasionally terzo will put on a record, but if that's too distracting he will lie your head on his chest and hum you to sleep.
- sometimes terzo will be at a loss; you're so tired and he just can't get you to sleep. solution? he brings you to the ghouls, where you're snuggled into oblivion.
Copia
- copia takes a more motherly approach. warm milk, lullabies, rocking you back and forth. he's determined to get you to sleep, and he's always found that he gets best results when treating you like a young child.
- copia has a mix of italian lullabies memorized, kept on hand for when you need them most. he'll pull you close, tucking you against him so that you're warm and snuggly. then he'll sing softly, his lips pressed gently against your ear as he soothes you to sleep.
- his bed is a safe haven. it's adorned with plenty of blankets and stuffies, not just for you but for himself as well. he finds comfort in them.
- occasionally on a long day, he will fall asleep before you. he tries his best to stay awake, he really does; but sometimes the overwhelming amount of meetings and paperwork gets to him. on those nights you fall asleep to the sound of his soft snoring.
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vautrin starter call | @abyssl
He catches it in the corner of his eye - first, the movement, then: the shimmer.
The surprise of it catches him off guard. He forgets to be cautious, to be wary of this stranger who has approached so silently. He can focus on nothing but the soft sheen upon the man's skin, the glittering particles that dance back and forth. It's painfully familiar - were he to look down at his own hands, remove the gloves he now wears day and night, he would see it upon his own skin. There is no mistaking what it is.
The Primordial Sea.
Now the curiosity takes over - who is this man? How was it that he came to be touched by the Sea? He does not look Fontanian, but who is he to tell? He hasn't lived here for four hundred years.
"Can I help you?" He remembers then, to be cautious. His hand shifts, angles towards the sword he carries at his hip. There are traces of elemental energy about this person: a Vision user, he assumes, based on his experiences.
As he studies him, he recalls the story told to him of recent events, and he slowly pieces it together. What was the name of that prisoner, the Fatui? The one who escaped, who fought the beast-
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If you are still taking the WIP asks, may I ask about apocalypse thieves? Cool title - I'm so curious. Thanks!
Hi!! Thanks for asking about Apocalypse Thieves, because it's been in the back of my mind lately. It was a casual attempt at nano though more an exercise in pantsing that didn't get very far 😂 the draft is around 16k and needs extensive surgery before I get back to it.
It's an urban fantasy in which an opportunistic thief called Seth steals a tome from a deceased estate and takes it to a curiosity shop to see what he can flog it for. The owner is Avery, a nonbinary witch (term used loosely) whose magic was fettered by their former coven for reasons even they can agree were legitimate. They're both alarmed by the book and intrigued the latent magic they sense in the thief, who has a knack for opening locks without needing a key.
Anyway, it's some age gap, mutually manipulative mentor/mentee, amoral but accidentally working in the rest of the world's interests escapades with absolutely zero middle plot lmao. Excerpt under the cut:
"Where did you come by this?" The shopkeeper's voice was a light tenor and as precise as a scalpel. Everything about them seemed sharp to Seth: voice, facial features, the sudden uncomfortable intensity of their gaze raking over him from head to toe, over his worn jeans and faded band t-shirt, his inked forearms and the metal in his ears.
"I didn't steal it, if that's what you're thinking."
"I asked you where you got it, not where you didn't." Their eyes gleamed in the half-light, a trace of humour blunting the whetted edge of their words.
"I found it in my attic." Seth glanced around the store again; maybe there was somewhere more... academic he could've taken the book instead. The university library might have been a better idea. Or the museum. Something about the book had made him think it was more suited to someplace like this.
"Hmm." The shopkeeper's fingers hovered over the strange lock on the cover, but they seemed reluctant to touch it. "And how long has it been in your attic?"
"I dunno."
The black cat roused and arched her back in a long, indulgent stretch, then sat neatly with her tail curled around her sleek body. The shopkeeper absentmindedly stroked her under the chin. She burbled a purr.
"I see, thank you," the shopkeeper murmured, though it seemed like they were talking to the cat more than to Seth. They seemed to subscribe to a kind of eccentricity that pissed off everyone in a five metre radius, including their customers.
Their fingers returned to the book to trace the brass binding, again not quite touching the burnished metal. "Have you looked inside it at all?"
"No. There's a lock."
"I can see that. Do you have the means to open it, sir."
Seth had never been called 'sir' more rudely. It surprised a bark of laughter out of him. "No, I don't have the key--"
"It doesn't take a key. Do you have the means."
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