How Do You Kill A God?

One Piece Academy Chapter 42: My Only Little Brother, part 2 (Quick translation)

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*plop*

Luffy: GOMU GOMU NO...

HANABI!!

Lackeys: Waahhh!

Luffy: I'm all fired up!

Zoro: Now this is my thing. Unlike an undercover investigation.

Usopp: Dammiiit!!

Lackeys: What are these middle schoolers??!

Usopp: Corao, get everyone other than me inside your soundproof barrier!

Cora: What??

Usopp: I have a good weapon to sweep 'em away.

Cora: Got it, Usopp! Silent...

Usopp: USOOOPP ~

Usopp: NOIISE~~~~!!!

*screeeech*

Lackeys: AAAH!! MY EAR!

Usopp: Checkmate! Corao, I'm done here!

Cora & co: ?

Usopp : THEY CAN'T HEAR ME..!!

Lackeys: Gwaah!

Doflamingo: The meeting is postponed.

Fufufufu..

Lackeys: Don't let Joker escape!

Trebol: Behehehe...

Luffy: Where are you going, Mingo..!!

Cora: I'll chase Doffy.

Law: Cora san!

Cora: Sorry, Law..

But I must bring Doffy back.

Luffy: Go, Corao, Traffy!

Zoro: Leave the small fries to us. Though they're not worth cutting..

Sanji: We'll follow you soon, won't take two minutes!

Usopp: The brave man Usopp won't let a single man pass through!

Cora: You all..

Thanks! We'll be back soon after talking with him!

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Cora: Your connection with the dark is severed. Stop already.

I won't let you take the path of destruction. There must be another way you can live!

Let's go home with us!

Doffy:

The place where you two live... It's quite far from here.

Cora: You knew..?

Doffy: Fufufufu, Not a place in this town that I don't know about.

I was so disappointed, when I was betrayed by you.

Same goes for Law, I took you in like a younger brother.

I let you study, taught you every bit of combat skill.

Cora:...

Doffy: And once again, today. I was supposed to take those underworld folks right under my palm.

Trebol: Behehe, it was worth a shot, wasn't it~? Now you know what will happen-

Doffy: My loss.

"???!"

Trebol: Doffy....!!

Continues in Reblog ⬇️

originally scrapped this but it’s still a little funny, so here. tag yourself im from the arts dep

a lot of people remembered tommy as the hero, the one to kill dream, the one to put him in jail, the one who "did it all" and survived it all. so they built big statues of him after his death, commemorating how great he was. but that wasn't what he was at all. he was a kid. he was a kid that was beaten in a dark, hot cell. the statues seemed to be compensating for the death tommy actually had: a death without dignity or grace, a death painfully unfit for a hero. tommy was a kid, but only one of his graves reflected that. unsurprisingly, it was the grave built by tubbo, the other kid. that was the grave tommy deserved.

"If the world is really dying, would you kiss one more time?"

"Only if you promise me that it won't be the last"

Delicate

rest easy toriyama sensei

Hoy me duele Lima

Hoy me duele Lima,

y hoy me duele Italia.

Hoy me duele Argentina,

y también Australia.

Hoy me duele las vidas que no llegué a vivir.

Hoy me duelen las mentiras que no llegué a decir.

Hoy me duelen las noches por las que he llorado.

Hoy me duelen las tardes en que me he alegrado.

Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con esplendor.

Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con amor.

Hoy me duelen las noches estrelladas.

Hoy me duelen los días y las tardes desoladas.

Hoy me duele Lima, pero la Lima que me ha amado,

no la que nunca estuvo de mi lado.

Another sketch commission 💜

Like yes we know cphil is cwilbur dad but. What if the cphil on the dsmp isn’t really cwilburs dad. Just that universe’s version of him. What if Phil is waiting for Wilbur, hoping he’ll come home. Wondering at first why he never came home from the shitty gas station. Was he kept late? Was he hurt somewhere? Did he crash his car? Did he get murdered and Phil would never see him again?

It kills Phil. His wife has been dead since Wilbur was born. He puts up fliers at first and coordinates the search effort. He keeps searching even as it peeters out and everyone thinks he’s crazy to continue. He can’t loose his baby boy. but after 2 years he knows it’s in vain.

Phil hopes he’s happy at least, wherever he is.

Until one day, when Wilbur shows up on his doorstep. A white streak in his hair, wearing a trench coat. He has new scars and wrinkles. His eyes are sad but his smile wide. His son is home. All is well. Phil hugs him and he cries and cries. Wilbur is confused, but hugs back. Wilbur will not tell him what happened in those two years no matter how hard he presses. Wilbur is colder, more distant. Phil doesn’t know why.

Wilbur goes back to work at the gas station.