Currently: 🤣*screeching*🤣

so free, as he should've always been *grabs heart in remembrance*

never watched anime ep where ace met his lizard friend but i still wanted to draw them haha

When you are all that and a bag of chips 😌 👌

One Piece novel HEROINES illustrations by Sayaka Suwa

GIFS describing my first reaction:

GIFS after reading this and how I view him now:

Figarland Shamrock is an Otter, an analysis.

With the release (on most major pirating sites) of the newest One Piece chapter, a new character known as Figarland Shamrock was introduced. As One Piece fans are acutely aware, this mans importance to the story is quite vital, being seemingly a twin to Red Haired Shanks, one of the series' most mysterious and popular figures.

However, as I was discussing the latest chapter with a friend, he remarked that this new character had a certain "feminine" quality to him, a sentiment which I shared. However, the details of how he came to this conclusion fascinated me, so I decided to analyze his design and see exactly why exactly it is that this man looks like he belongs in a queer Halloween party.

(Also: YES I am aware that the image says twink and not otter, the people who I discuss one piece with are straight as fuck and do NOT know what an otter is. also i can't rlly add an img id cuz i'm supposed to be doing hw rn. srry >n<)

I'm aware that some of these comments might not be completely accurate, but these are just the things that stood out to me the most.

If you see anything you saw that wasn't listed feel free to add! :D

That's the stuff right there 😏 😏

Firework show. (NSFW!) Ace x Oc/Y/n

I made this semi my oc bc my oc has like fire and firework powers but I wanted this to be enjoyable for others that wanna roleplay as my oc.

Ace's breath hitched, a phantom sting lingering where the vibrant, almost playful, flames had kissed his skin. He flexed his singed fingers, the faint scent of burnt sugar and sulfur a stark contrast to the usual salty tang of the sea air. The memory of your heat, the way it bloomed and pulsed, replaced the phantom pain with a different, more potent kind of warmth.

The remnants of your power, a swirling, vibrant echo of fireworks and wildfire, still danced on his tongue, a taste he couldn't quite place. It was a delicious, dangerous burn, a reminder of the raw, untamed energy that pulsed within you. He remembered the way your body had arched, the soft gasps that turned into sharp, almost feral cries as his touch ignited your own internal inferno.

Now, standing on the deck of the Moby Dick, the curious gazes of his crewmates bore into him. "Ace, what happened to your fingers?" Thatch asked, his voice laced with concern. Marco chimed in, having seen the burns closer. "Yeah… You look like you burned them."

He froze, the question echoing the raw intensity of the previous night. The image of you, a swirling vortex of fire and light, overwhelmed his senses. His mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation, but all he could conjure were vivid flashes of your skin flushed with heat, the way your flames had danced around his touch, the way his tongue had traced the delicate lines of your form as you erupted in a blaze of your own making.

He swallowed, the phantom sting of your fire now a burning blush creeping up his neck. The words caught in his throat, a mix of desire and the sheer absurdity of trying to explain the consequences of your shared inferno. How could he possibly articulate the way your power, untamed and wild, had turned his own touch into a brand, a mark of your shared, fiery passion? Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse… You walked onto the deck, your gaze falling on the three of them.

Ace cleared his throat nervously, his eyes darting towards the floor as he fiddled with his now burnt but healing fingers. It wasn't his fault you were so easy to… flare up. You had similar powers to Ace, but without a Devil Fruit, your abilities manifesting as fire or fireworks. Usually, when intense emotions like pleasure, sadness, anger, or envy took hold, you became… fiery. So, during their intimate moment, you unintentionally burnt his three fingers and tongue. Thankfully, neither of you were harmed by the fire itself, but physical damage was still a possibility. If they could see his tongue, they would surely notice its abnormally vibrant red hue.

"Ah…uh…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head, the blush on his face deepening. He glanced at Thatch and Marco, who were still eyeing his burnt fingers with concern. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sheepish, forced smile. "Well…you know how it is, right? I'm always clumsy..." he said, hoping his nonchalance would diffuse the situation.

But your presence only heightened his embarrassment. He could still vividly recall the taste of you, the sound of your moans against his lips. It was impossible to ignore the pull towards you, the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

"Just…got careless with some fireworks last night," he lied smoothly, averting his gaze from your knowing expression. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, years of pirate life honing the skill. "Nothing to worry about," he assured, holding up his hand with a casual wave.

Inside, though, he felt anything but casual. He craved another taste of your fire, the rush of adrenaline as your flames danced around him. And there you were, a living embodiment of everything he desired and feared. The urge to reach out, to pull you close, to apologize for the burns was strong, but he held back. For now, he'd let the secret simmer between them.

Marco and Thatch looked confused. They weren't aware Ace had fireworks, but… Ace was always reckless. And they had indeed heard some sort of fireworks last night. However, Thatch wasn't buying Ace's story easily, his eyes finding yours and giving you a skeptical look. Marco was thinking the same thing but didn't want to jump to any conclusions, knowing it would fluster you both and probably make both of you go on fire. Again. Marco raised a doubtful eyebrow. "With three fingers and your tongue? Sounds a bit… specific."

A shiver went down Ace's spine as he remembered the way his tongue had swirled and dipped, the way your moans had grown louder, more desperate. Your fingers had gripped his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as the intensity built. Then, a sudden, sharp burst of heat, and a searing pain had shot through his fingers and across his tongue, the taste of you replaced by the acrid tang of burnt flesh. He'd pulled back, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern, but you'd only gasped, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your release. He began to think about the way your breath had hitched, soft whimpers escaping your lips as his fingers slipped inside you, the friction building the heat within you. Your flames, usually contained, began to flicker and dance along your skin, a visual representation of the rising pleasure. He'd dipped his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your core, and your fire had erupted, a wave of heat washing over him. The taste of you, a blend of sweetness and sulfur, had filled his senses as your body convulsed around him, your internal fire igniting his own... Oh and when you came? When you came... It felt like fireworks popping and sizzling on his tongue your sweet juices flowing onto his tongue like fire... He knows it's bad for him. But you know Ace loved it as much as you did in the heat of the moment.

"I swear it's nothing, Marco... I'm fine. I just... Got a little carried away with something-"

"Something or someone?" you replied, finally breaking your silence. Ace's eyes widened in shock… He knew how bold you were, but fuckkk—you were driving him insane. That playful look in your eyes and that teasing little smirk on your face… Thatch and Marco's eyes darted between you and Ace. It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Oh but when you put two and two together what do you get? A very hot mess.

Looks like Ace was playing with fire. Literally.

💭 sleepy lil' boys 💭

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip - The Trio (1896)

Being so vulnerable and feeling their love for you with soft touches to the dome, just gets me (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

comic I did last year that I thought was too self indulgent to post ever anywhere but .... here we r...

What I thought it was:

After reading this:

Asking Them Their Tip Color (NSFW)

I’m horny and miss doing these stupid HCs

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Ace, Shanks

Sanji

Knows exactly what you meant is is both shocked and turned on.

Face is so cute and pink :(

“W—ti-tip?!”😀

He is more taken back by how casually you asked. Was you being fr?

“I’m curious what color is it.”

“Uh…it—um…y-you wanna….seee?”

He was so prepared to get slapped for asking but opened his eyes in shock to see you already tugging at his belt.

“Lemme seee. I bet it’s a cute pink. Like your cheeks.”

And you were right.

It tasted as good as it looked too.

Law

You ask this question like once a week.

“Y/N I swear—“

“It’s a medical question.”

“HOW.”

“….”

“…”

“….so is it light brown or da—“

“Next island we’re dropping you off and leaving.”

Zoro

He knows what you’re talking about, but is too busy trying to cover his blush to answer you

“WHAT IS YOUR PROB—“

“Gatta be brown—“

“Y/N!”

You make this man a flustered mess. Absolute mess. 1. He already likes you and that’s hard for him to handle. 2. You openly admitted to having his dick on your mind

You give up trying to ask, and honestly Zoro sometimes regret not possibly telling you because maybe it would stop the lonely nights he has fucking his fist to you

Maybe you could have seen for yourself if you pushed the envelope a bit more.

Ace

“T—ip?”

“Mmhm. What color is it?”

Luckily you pointed at his dick so he knew what you meant. His head looks down and he does a crooked smile at you

“Well aren’t you direct…you really wanna know?”

“Ugh…are you ganna tell me or not?”

“Depends…what color are your nipples—“

“ACE!”

He laughs, he loves teasing you.

“Light brown.”

“Oh?……can I make it white?”

“What?”

“Hm?”

Shanks

“Indian Red.”

“…..what—“

“around #CD5C5C—“

“WHAT—“

“Cut—“

“Shanks—“

“7.8 inches—“

“SHANKS—“

“I got one big fat ass vein and it curves to the left so when i fuck you it will hit just ri—“

“SHANKS PLEASE!”

Luffy

“Tip of what.”

“YOUR tip.”

“Of what.”

“Your dick.”

“My dick?”

“Your dick, Luffy.”

He shrugs, not really giving a damn and casually just unbuttons his shorts and literally looks at his dick in front of you.”

“Ion know…y/n what color is this?”

He literally pokes out his pelvis for you to see it. Though you were shocked at how nonchalant Luffy was to show you his dick. You still looked.

“It’s Bro—“

“What the hell are you two doing?”

It was awkward explaining why you were looking inside of your captain’s shorts in front of Zoro.

ace's fat forehead leaves me speechless, or maybe full of speech because I keep making fun of him

GIFS, i feel embody the feelings and thoughts going through Law's head rn 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Welcome to my Ace lives and acelaw propaganda

Law is still mad this worked