#kilpen

[syrupfog]

The first time Penguin sees him, it’s in the auction house at Sabaody, standing on the opposite side of the room. He’s hard to miss; tall and imposing, a mess of blond hair and a LOUD polka dot shirt. 

He leans over to Shachi. “Does this boiler suit make me look cool?”

Shachi smacks him upside the head. “No,” he says. “Stop making eyes at the enemy.” 

“He can’t even SEE my eyes,” Penguin sulks.

The second time Penguin sees him, it’s in Wano. And it’s, like, a whole thing. There’s a lot going on, and Penguin’s a bit BUSY, honestly, he’s got some other things to deal with. 

But he notices that the guy’s, like, seriously bulked up. It would be hard not to notice, really.

Penguin flexes his own muscles. He can’t see much of any change. Especially under the boiler suit. 

Shachi squints at him. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks. 

Penguin smacks him. “Shut up,” he says. “And give me those binoculars back.”

The THIRD time Penguin sees him, things are a bit different. 

And by a bit different, he means “SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK SHIT WHERE DID BEPO GO? SHACHI— FUCK WHERE IS SHACHI—“ 

It’s HOT on this island, boiler suit stripped down and tied around his waist and Penguin is still sweating buckets as he runs down alleys and side streets with the sun beating down on his back. There’s only about twelve people running behind him, yelling angry-sounding things that Penguin doesn’t bother deciphering because WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE?

The bundle in his arms isn’t helping the heat stroke quickly approaching either. He’s gonna need Law to give him a rehydrating IV or something after this and then he’s going to be in trouble for wasting resources. 

Racing around a corner leads him to a crowded market street — a good sign, maybe he can get lost between the stalls. Or maybe not— the angry mob behind him seems to be gaining and they’re yelling honestly very rude things. WHERE the FUCK are his CREW— 

That’s when he sees him. HOW they ended up on the same island is a mystery, but—

“Hey! Oi!” Penguin yells, making a beeline straight for him. 

Killer, of the Kid pirates, is at a stall perusing mangos. He looks up, blue and white stripes zeroing in on Penguin. GOD the guy has some wide shoulders. 

“Yeah, you!!” Penguin yells. “Offense or Defence??”

“Uhhhhhhh,” Killer says, tilting his head. Very calm for a guy who MUST see the mob behind Penguin. “Depends on the game.” 

“Now!!” Penguin shouts, getting within throwing distance. He can practically SEE the question marks popping above Killer’s head. 

“…Defense?”

“Then CATCH” 

Penguin throws the bundle at him and turns on a heel, skidding into place mere feet in front of Killer and facing down the approaching mob. He sticks his hands deep into the pockets of the boiler suit and draws out two brass knuckles, because god these outfits are NOT good for hiding larger weapons in. 

“Uhhhhh,” says Killer behind him, voice echoey under the helmet. “Maybe I should be offence, actually.” 

“TOO LATE,” Penguin yells, charging toward the mob that has been quickly thrown into confusion now that their target has turned around.

Honestly, there’s not even any burning pitchforks or anything. It’s just a dozen or so citizens with sticks up their asses (and in their hands), and Penguin, well, he’s had to fight Clione for the last ice cream bar. 

He comes away with one nasty scrape to the cheek and a bunch of blood splatters on his outfit that Law will enjoy testing for STDs. When he finally shoves the brass knuckles back in his pockets, he turns around to find Killer still standing in front of the mango stall (although the seller has long since run for it)

And the bundle squirming around in his hands. 

“You good?” Killer asks. 

“Are you holding her upside down?” Penguin asks. 

Killer looks down at the bundle in his arms. He flips it over, and the squirming stops. A head pops out. A small child with an unnervingly large mouth full of triangular teeth, and a head of shockingly blond hair in two messy tails, is looking bright eyed at Penguin. 

Penguin gives the small child a thumbs up. 

She giggles, showing off her many unnerving teeth. There’s a second set behind the first.

“So,” says Killer, conversationally. “She yours?” 

“Oh god no,” Penguin says. “Found her chowing down on some offering to a local god and the townspeople were getting all angry at her.” He walks over, picking up a mango and holding it up to her. She neatly bites through half.

“Cool,” says Killer. 

“You got parents, kid?” Penguin asks. 

The small child shakes her head, mango juice dripping from her mouth. 

Penguin frowns. “Family?” 

The small child shakes her head again. She doesn’t seem sad. She probably didn’t know them.

“Aww,” says Killer. Penguin looks up at him. He’s oddly expressive for a man in a helmet. 

A chill runs up his spine, though, and he turns away, recognizing the feeling of conquerors haki. Sure enough, the captain of the Kid pirates is walking through the center of the now deserted market street. 

“Killer!” He yells, stalking over to them and ignoring Penguin entirely. That’s fair. Penguin likes it that way. “What’d you fucking do??” 

Killer tilts his head. With both hands he holds up the fishchild. “Got a baby,” he says brightly.

Kid blinks at the child. “What the fuck,” he says. 

Killer lowers the child and then points with one hand at Penguin. “His baby,” he says. 

“Well,” Penguin hedges. 

“What the fuck,” says Kid.

“I’m keeping it,” says Killer. 

“Her,” says Penguin. 

“That makes you a grandpa,” says Killer. 

“FUCK no it doesn’t,” shouts Kid. 

The child laughs. 

“You can’t have a BABY with the ENEMY,” Kid yells. 

“Well,” says Penguin. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, Mom.”

“Fuck you,” spits Kid. 

“She has her father’s eyes,” says Killer. 

Penguin’s not sure which of them is supposed to be the father. 

“My hair, though.” 

Ah, Penguin is the father. 

“We’ll have to work out custody agreements,” Killer continues. 

“I’d like a date first,” Penguin says

Honestly it’s fitting that that’s the first full sentence he gets out, somehow. 

“You can’t date my second in command!” Kid yells. 

“I mean, we have a kid together,” Killer points out. “You’re a bit late.” 

Penguin is halfway to a genius response of some kind when he sees  blue light wash over them. It’s all he can do to mime “call me” at Killer before he’s shambled back to the ship. 

“You’re late,” Law tells him. 

“I’m an unwed mother now I think,” Penguin says. 

Law sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to know.

#kilguin #kilpen #penguin one piece #killer one piece #my writing

[lightlightghost]

Tiny pathetic no-future nerd who fell first vs giant killing machine jock who fell harder

#kilguin #kilpen #one piece #op #penguin one piece #killer one piece

[greyishwinter]

KilGuin minicomic

#killer x penguin #kilpen #kilguin #penguin one piece #killer one piece #drawingsketch #sketch #sketch art #digital sketch #killerxpenguin #drawing

[blueowlreader]

#penguin one piece #killer one piece #spider #my artwork #penguin & killer #kilpen #kilguin #one piece fanart #op #op fanart

[silverbl]

For @vergina-spva

I hope you like it!

#kilguin #killer x penguin #kilpen #my art #took me forever to write the title #still mess it up

[shoxx]

trying to explain kilpen to my friend

#txt #arte

[wutbju]

Edelweiss “Weisy” Spencer Roberts, died Friday, February 18, 2022, at Baptist Health in Lexington, KY, at the age of 97. Born February 5, 1925, in Lynchburg, VA, a daughter of the late John Kilpen Spencer and Letitia Florence Womeldorf Spencer. Weisy was a graduate of E.C. Glass High School, received her bachelor’s degree from Bob Jones University in Cleveland, Tennessee, where she was a member of Sigma Lambda Delta Literary Society, as well as some graduate work at Morehead and Eastern Kentucky University.

She moved to Bourbon County, KY, following her marriage in 1947 to Marion Roberts who predeceased her. She was a talented artist, seamstress and knitter, having graced many family members and friends with her creations. She also like to travel and enjoyed trips to many states and several different countries. Weisy was a substitute teacher for both Bourbon County and Paris City Schools for many years and taught full time at St. Mary School in Paris for several years. She had worked for the UK Extension Service as a SNAP employee, was an insurance adjuster for Federal Crop Insurance, and worked as a life insurance agent with Pennsylvania Life. She spent part of many summers as an adult volunteer with the Bourbon County 4-H Camp program and was a member of Little Rock Christian Church for 75 years.

Survivors include her children, Sherrie Wilson, Randy (Judy) Roberts, and Ben (Linda) Roberts; grandchildren, Traci (Joey) Wasson, Stephanie Adams, Cathy Eads, Danny Roberts, Laura (Chris) Jones, and Beth Roberts (Tom Viehe); great grandchildren, Shae (Tommy) Stanfield, Carraden Adams, Austin Adams, David W. Eads, Thomas Eads (his fiancé Lilah Donnelly), Anna Eads, Eleanor Viehe, Sam Jones, Alexis (Zack) Morris, Tabitha Wasson; great, great granddaughters, Joanna Stanfield, Amber Leigh Oney; her sister, Alyce (Lionel) Harrison of Huddleston, Virginia; niece, Marian Duncan of Carlisle; and a nephew, Billy Knippenberg of North Middletown; as well as a host of nieces and nephews around the United States.

Along with her parents, Weisy was preceded in death by her son-in-law Jack Wilson as well as six brothers, and four sisters.

Funeral services will be held at 3:00 p.m., on Saturday, February 26, 2022, at Hinton-Turner Funeral Home with Rev. Rex Graham officiating. Visitation will be held preceding the service 1:00 p.m., until time for the service. Interment will follow in Evergreen Memorial Gardens with pallbearers being Danny Roberts, Austin Adams, Billy Knippenberg, Joey Wasson, Chris Jones, Tom Viehe, Thomas Eads and Kenwood Soper. Honorary pallbearers will be members of the Little Rock Christian Church.

#Bob Jones University #Archive #Obituary #BJU Hall of Fame #BJU Alumni Association #2022 #Edelweiss Spencer Roberts #Class of 1947

[lycheeluv]

111/365 : Killer and Penguin. Suddently lots of people have been reblogging their art so I might as well do the Wano Update version hehe. Welcome into this scarce ship, we all share our food. Suddently remember this headcanon where Killer and Sadi-chan are related. Maybe siblings ? With the horns and the hair 🤔

#One piece Killer #One piece Penguin #Kilguin #Kilpen #those lil shadow or Kidd and Law #don't mind them #see you after the fight #365otp #queue

[alaspell]

Some Kilguin modern Au

#one piece #one piece fanart #killer one piece #Kilpen #Penkil #kilguin #penguin one piece #they’ve been living rent free in my head #I’m making merch of them for sure #also i miss corazon I need to draw him more my boy #please one piece nation come to me yall cool #alaspell

[riel-chi]

ZoSan and KilPen preparing for the New Year's Feast (?)

Once again, please click for a clearer view. Thanks a lot.

Happy New Year!!! Blessing you with a bit of narration.

It was hours past afternoon. Killer and Penguin, per Pen's request, came over to the Strawhat's place. An apartment where most of the Strawhat Gang lived in. As Sanji and Penguin were both busy cooking, Penguin from time to time getting some advice and tips about cooking from Sanji, Killer and Zoro are both watching from behind the counter. Both already got their drinks out, chattering with each other and flaunting their boyfriends' quirkiness and pretty asses while chugging beers down their throats. The four of them having their own conversations with each other. That was when Sanji, the usually composed cook of the Strawhat Gang, managed to forget some ingredients to buy at the mart near them. So he sent out the chaotic trio, which is Kidd, Law, and Luffy to buy those for him. Hopefully, they are able to. "But well, Law is there with them, so it must be fine", Sanji thought.

Please overlook the errors, as I've made this 5am in the morning without a wink of sleep for the whole and a half day.

#one piece #zosan #kilpen #kilguin #zoro #sanji #killer #penguin #kidlawlu #my art #riel-chi

[syrupfog]

Penguin’s been hit by some sort of devil fruit user. 

He’s not sure who it was— there was chaos during the height of the fighting, and with five crews involved, he’s just lucky his own group wears matching outfits. 

But he’s been hit by a devil fruit and now he’s TINY and LOST.

He’s about tontatta size, from what he’s heard about them from Law. But he’s clearly not got their incredible strength or speed. Instead, after being hit and transforming, he found himself veritably flung through the air in the chaos and landing on a ship. 

But not HIS ship.

It takes a moment to recognize it, but Penguin connects the dots when he sees the gargantuan skull outfitted across the front. This is the ship of the Kid pirates, and he’s managed to find himself smack in the middle of the deck. 

Shit.

Perhaps the worst part is that the kid pirates are JUST BOARDING as he tries to scurry toward the gangplank, and like. They were enormous to him when he was a NORMAL size. Now he’s one bank note tall and Wire could squish him under one heeled boot.

And sure, they used to have an alliance and the feelings of camaraderie from that might not be totally dead but but they’re certainly not STILL on the same side and Penguin very much doesn’t want to try his luck getting any of their attention.

So between trying to stay out of sight and out of boot stomping range AND realising that the only exit he can find is impassable for someone of his size, he ends up instead accidentally veering into the belly of the ship. 

Hahahaha shit.

The Victoria Punk is lavishly decorated in comparison to the Polar Tang’s surgically clean interior, full of hanging tapestries and drapes and gaudy bright colours. 

Penguin just needs somewhere to hide to think out his next move, so he ducks through the first open doorway.

It’s a bedroom and it’s a mess. Patterned clothing litters the floor, a dresser with each drawer pulled out, and a HUGD bed swaying from the ceiling. It smells like the small window has never been opened, but that could be because Penguin is at eye level with all the laundry.

The laundry that he lunges under as the door is suddenly thrown fully open. 

So much for time to think. 

It’s to his horror that he watches the man slam the door behind him and throw himself onto the bed before TAKING OFF HIS MASK. 

Fuck. Shit. This is Killer’s room.

And Penguin has now seen his face. 

Fucking shit fuck. Killer is going to, well, kill him. He’s a dead man walking. 

And the worst part of it all is that, although Killer's now laying on his back and Penguin can only see his legs hanging over the side, Killer’s face is HOT.

That’s just. That’s not fair. 

Penguin takes a deep (quiet) breath to collect himself. He’s buried under a polka dot shirt, peeking out from between two buttons. Looking around, there’s a crack beneath the door that he could wiggle through, but it wouldn’t be inconspicuous.

He probably couldn’t scale the wall high enough to reach the window and he doesn’t know if it opens. 

His best bet MIGHT be to just wait however long until Killer leaves again, but there’s no telling how long that will be and Penguin doesn’t want to risk the boat leaving.

Fuck. What does he do if the BOAT LEAVES? 

Nope. No catastrophising. Penguin re-centres. Maybe there’s mouse holes somewhere around the base of the room? 

Peeking out from the shirt, he scans carefully around the room. The only possible spot is directly under the dresser, which—

A chill goes up Penguin’s spine and he swallows as he becomes keenly aware of a pair of eyes trained on him. 

He looks up up up and makes eye contact with. Killer. 

Once again, he does have to take a moment to appreciate that Killer’s face seems to be chiseled by a god. Not fair.

The look Killer is giving Penguin is one of mild intrigue. He’s sitting up on the bed, and Penguin curses the fact that he’s probably got some sort of haki that gave him away. 

Killer leans forward and Penguin feels like a mouse being stalked by a cat.

“Hey,” says Killer. The massacre solder. The massacre solder is talking to him. 

“Uh,” says Penguin. “You’re hallucinating.” 

Killer blinks at him and for a moment Penguin thinks he might believe him, but then, quick as shit, Killer lunges forward, reaching out—

And wrapping one (large) hand around both the shirt and Penguin, as Penguin squeaks like the mouse he apparently is. 

“Pretty real for a hallucination,” Killer says, and for one terrifying moment Penguin thinks he’s going to be crushed in his grip when it tightens around him.

What a way to go. 

But then Killer is disentangling him from the shirt he’s in and picking him up by the scruff of his boiler suit to dangle him mere inches in front of Killer’s face. 

Killer frowns. “I know you,” he says. 

“Nope!” says Penguin.

“You’re that Heart Pirate,” says Killer. 

“…lucky guess from the outfit,” Penguin says. 

“…Penguin,” Killer says after a moment’s pause. 

“Well that’s not fair, it’s on my hat,” grouses Penguin, crossing his arms. 

Then he uncrosses them. “Please don’t kill me,” he says.

Penguin has gone through too much in life to consider himself above begging. 

Killer blinks at him. “Why would I do that?” 

Penguin squints. “Because I’ve seen you without your mask?” 

Killer blinks again. Then he stifles a snort. “I don’t care about that shit.”

“You… don’t?”

 Killer lightly shakes him and Penguin shrieks a little. 

“Nah, all of Wano has seen my face. I wear it because I don’t want to lose an eye in close range fights. I’m not sacrificing depth perception.” 

Huh. 

“Well good because you’re beautiful,” Penguin says.

Then he slaps his hand over his face. How many times has Law complained about his lack of filter? 

Killer, when Penguin looks at him again, looks… delicately amused. “Bold words from someone six inches tall,” he says. 

“Not my fault,” Penguin says. “Devil fruit in the fight.”

Killer nods. He considers. He swings Penguin up and suddenly Penguin is sailing through the air and landing on his shoulder. He digs his nails into the blue fabric in desperation as he starts to slide. 

Killer doesn’t seem to mind, though. He stands up, pats Penguin on the head like he’s a pet of some sort, and leaves the room. 

Riding on Killer’s shoulder the world goes by VERY fast. 

Killer goes deeper into the ship, opening a door at the very end of a hallway to find Kid. The fucking captain. Oh man.

“Hey Kid,” Killer says. “We set off yet?” 

“Yeah dumbass,” Kid says. “Can’t you feel it?” Then he narrows his eyes. “You got a rat on your shoulder?” 

Penguin is insulted. If anything he’s a mouse. 

“This is my little guy,” Killer says. He pats Penguin again.

Penguin is just now taking in what Kid said. “Wait you already LEFT?” he shouts. 

“Your rat TALKS!” Yells Kid. 

“You need to wear your glasses,” says Killer. “Also, can you den den the Hearts and tell them we have one of theirs?” 

“Fuck no, I’m not talking to that bastard again.”

Killer gives him a flat look. “Den den or I’m not cooking you more cabbage pie.” 

“I’m the captain, you can’t order me around.” 

They begin a stare-off that Penguin is beginning to think is a normal part of their routine. 

“…Fucker. Fine,” Kid says. “I’ll tell them we’re dropping that CREATURE off at the next port.” 

“That we’ll wait for them on the next island, yes,” Killer says as he leaves the room. 

Well. That’s a relief. Probably. Penguin once again feels like he’s sailing through the air as Killer heads back down the hallway.

He very quickly finds himself as a sort of. Mascot to the Kid pirates. For a week, everyone eyes him like a pet, tries to feed him scraps of food, and do the “two finger pet” down his back as Killer has suggested. 

He stays, for the most part, attached to Killer’s shoulder.

A week in, he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling VERY nauseated. 

Then, he realises that he is VERY big. Or, average big, really. And he’s laying directly on top of Killer. He doesn’t have enough time to freak out, though, because Killer blinks himself awake.

He looks down at Penguin, sprawled on his chest, and throws an arm over him. 

“Hey little guy,” he says. Then he squeezes him once and goes back to sleep. 

Penguin does too. 

It’s nice.

#kilpen #kilguin #my writing

[roxygeeks95]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Killer/Penguin (One Piece), Eustass Kid/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Kilpen, Kilguin Characters: Penguin (One Piece), Killer (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Mentions of other Heart Pirates, Mention of Marco - Character Additional Tags: COVID-related, Mention of death and illnesses, A hella stressed out Pen misses his man, Anxious Monologues, Lots of FLUFF toward the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rated M for possible, later chapters, Will change rating later if I decide against posting pt 2 Summary:

When a pandemic hits the entire world, the hospital changes the doctor & nurses schedules to accomadate the changing medical environment. One month later—Penguin reflects on how he’s overworked, tired, seeing his friends being negatively impacted, and most of all... how much he MISSES HIS HUSBAND!

#I did a thing #kilguin #kilpen #one piece #killer one piece #heart pirates #penguin one piece #kidlaw #otp: beautiful bandits #eustass kid #trafalgar d. water law #pirates of heart #covid related #imaginary disease

[greyishwinter]

KilGuin comic 😂

#kilguin #kilpen #killer x penguin #one piece fanart #killer one piece #penguin one piece #sketch #mini comic

[blueowlreader]

I test to draw characters in outfits find on Pinterest

It’s not the last one 🤭

I love it 🥰

#my artwork #penguin one piece #killer one piece #kilguin #kilpen #penguin & killer #penguin in outfit find on Pinterest

[cerezasp]

#PenguinOnePiece #KillerOnePiece #FanartOnePiece #OnePiece #PenKil #KilPen #Yaoi #Love #sexy #policemen

[kilguin]

Into The Kilguin-Verse

Hope everyone is having a wonderful summer as our summer event is now in full swing. this beautiful banner is made by @ninjantome. How many of the fandoms can you name in there?

A quick reiteration of how this came to be: The Kilguin Chat was inspired over the winter when Into the Spider-Verse was released. Though the idea of having multiple Killers and Penguins from different AUs sound appealing; we're changing the storyline a bit. This summer's event will be sending Killer and Penguin into a different anime, tv show, movie, drama, etc.

Rules:

The main characters has to be Killer and Penguin, it's not a Kilguin event without these two

The setting cannot be related to the One Piece universe UNLESS it starts in the One Piece universe and majority of the story is in another universe.

Somewhere in your description, please put what anime/show/movie/etc that you have put Kilguin in. This is to allow those who may not know of that fandom to explore if they would like.

The event ends on July 31st. However, we will always accept late entries. And honestly the event ends when a new one begins, like we don't change our banner...

The sky's the limit! Be as creative as you'll like with this year's theme. (Writing and drawing aren't the only things we'd accept.) You can post as much as you want, please make sure to tag the @kilguin blow where we will reblog your entries. If you have any questions, please message us!

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#Kilguin #Killer x Penguin #KillerxPenguin #KilPen #KillPen #Kilguin event