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Small Mushishi sketch in Procreate

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Killer: Is he alright?

Wire: Yeah.

Killer: *walks in to see Kid freshly bandaged and missing his left arm* YOU SAID HE WAS ALRIGHT!

Wire: He is! ALL RIGHT! He lost his left arm.

Heat: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

Killer:

Some toy pokemon doodles I worked on a while ago (including the rough draft of my slinky shinx I uploaded earlier this year)

holding hands headcanons for Spike and Jet pls 🥹💖

Hand Holding HCs (Spike Spiegel, Jet Black)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Spike Spiegel

He’s not the biggest fan in the world of hand-holding and likely prefers things like putting his arm around you

However, he has absolutely no problems with hand-holding itself- again, he just has a preference for something slightly different

So most of the time, it is gonna be you reaching for his hand

Though if he’s leading you somewhere (especially somewhere dangerous), he has no probably grabbing your hand first

And unless you’re keeping him from doing something important, he’s not gonna be the one to drop your hands first

Like at most, he’ll have you switch to another one of his hands or change his grip because he finds it comforting when you seek him out like this haha

And ever since meeting you, holding your hand has become such a constant in his life that he probably does a lot of subconscious things like rub the back of your hand with his thumb or squeeze out little messages or the beats of a song

But one thing he is intentional about? Kissing the back of your hand

Absolutely loves doing in public as a subtle way of giving your assurance (and making it known that you’re taken LMAO)

But he also probably just sees it as a quick and easy way of giving you affection when he can’t put all of his attention on you

Jet Black

Jet Black? You mean the sappiest lover boy, right LOL

Like seriously, you make this guy really really soft <3

(Like so soft that he doesn’t even care about defending his reputation infront of Spike or Faye LMAO)

Though like Spike, hand-holding isn’t his most favorite form of contact

Most likely this guy like linking arms the best or just holding you LMAO, but Jet is not a picky guy

He’ll take anything as long as it’s you

So you probably reach for his hand more often, but he definitely initiates hand-holding quite a bit too because he knows how much you like it

And he loves to do and make a show of doing cute things like kissing the back of your hand or spinning you around because he just wants to see smile and giggle at him

He definitely prefers holding your hand with his right hand because he can actually feel with that one lol

But he really adores watching you play around with his left hand because you’re curious about his prosthetic arm and like feeling the smoothness of his material

i redownloaded this sims to make this

inspo from this pic

Come Back to Bed with Me

Nicolas Brown x Reader X Worick Arcangelo

Sleeping with Nicolas and Worick is like sleeping between two ovens.

It was muggy again tonight.

In the corner of the room, the old electric fan wheezed away, blowing tepid air across the space and into your cramped, sweltering bed. Its buzzing accompanied the distant sound of nightlife filtering in from your open window and the sounds of the two souls sleeping on either side of you. Worick’s snores to your right almost covered the gentle rasping of Nicolas’s breaths, both of them completely out for the count despite the heat. But considering that both of them were responsible for the excess swelter pressing in on you, you weren’t surprised that they’d be immune to it.

Bastards. How dare they come into your bed, take up your space, and ramp up the temperature with their in-built, biological furnace system? It was your turn with the bed, so it was unfair that you couldn’t even get it to yourself tonight.

‘It was too loud!’ Worick had insisted.

Nicolas had simply hovered behind the blond, too sleepy to even attempt signing anything. A mistake on your end by looking at Worick’s puppy eyes ultimately led you to open the door wider and allow the two of them in.

Though, you guess it was your fault for allowing them to squeeze into bed with you in the first place. There was a perfectly good couch and plenty of floor space you could’ve gone to or made them sleep on if you really had minded. But you didn’t, the weight of their bodies beside you so deeply familiar that sometimes you struggled to fall asleep without them. Though sometimes the heat that you so coveted on colder days turned against you.

You laid still for a few moments, calculating how you’d escape without either Nicolas waking up or Worick latching onto you. After a moment of consideration, you slowly sat up, wiggling to the foot of the bed before slipping off there. The blonde mumbled something and rolled over, arms latching on the pillow you placed there as a victim as you vacated. Sighing in relief, you gave them one last look before tiptoeing out of the room.

It was cooler in the kitchen, but not by much as you fanned yourself with the collar of your oversized shirt (okay, Worick’s shirt, but he couldn’t fit in it anyway). Droplets of water splashed over the rim of your cup as you filled it, soon abandoning the whole thing as it took too long and sticking your hands under it. Cool water filled up your cupped palms, and you ducked down to sip from them before splashing the rest over your face and washing the sweat off.

Cooled down to a satisfying degree, you switched the water off but remained drowsily hunched over the sink, yawning occasionally. Water dripped down your features, but you were too tired to wipe it away. The thought of going back didn’t appeal to you, shuddering at the idea of sweaty skin and sticky sheets.

Your head dipped, eyes slipping closed as you began to doze off right where you stood. The slight sounds of footsteps approached, but you didn’t bother moving, knowing exactly who it was by the sound.

Fingers pinched the side of your cheeks, and you let out a groan as they tugged. “Hey, weirdo.”

“Mmmgrrghh.”

Worick chuckled affectionately, letting go of your face as your hand came up to swat at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Was thirsty,” you said. “‘N hot.”

His singular sleep-filled eye scanned your features, seeing how the collar of your shirt and skin was dotted with water. “Looks like you got more water on yourself than anything.”

“Was hot.”

He shook his head in exasperation. “C’mon, it’s late. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Don’ wanna.”

“I’ll open the window.”

“‘S already opened. And the fan’s on.”

You didn’t reply as your eye caught movements from behind Worick, leaning to the side to spy Nicolas stumbling into the room. “Oh, Nicky’s awake.

He signed something, movements sloppy and dragging as you tried to see what he was saying, but couldn’t due to the darkness.

Waving to catch his attention, you said and signed, “Sorry, I can’t really see what you’re saying. It’s dark.”

Nicolas let out a few unintelligible grumbles, a warm hand coming up to grab your wrist and tug you with him. Worick’s arm settled over your shoulders, his weight comforting as he leaned drowsily into you.

“Guys…” you whined, hand hitting Nicolas’s arm while following them back into the bedroom. “It’s too hot in there.”

“We can sleep on the floor,” the blonde suggested, slightly kicking at Nicolas’s calf to get his attention. His arm did leave your shoulders, but hooked around and tugged you closer for him to sign and speak, “It’s cooler down there since our whiny baby can’t handle this heat.”

“Fuck you,” you replied without any heat. “You two are a pair of furnaces.”

Nicolas stopped and let go of your wrist to sign, “Want us to leave?”

“No,” you quickly said. “Let’s just sleep on the floor. I wanna do that.”

Worick nodded. “Alright. And, you, don’t suggest something for somebody else!”

Nicolas blinked slowly, catlike as he moved forward and opened the bedroom door. You went ahead and tugged the blanket off the bed, Nicolas tossing the pillows down, while Worick unplugged the little fan on the table to relocate it on the floor where its wind could reach you. With the three of you working together, a comfortable area was quickly established, and you plopped down in the middle, settling into your spot with a satisfied sigh. Nicolas nudged you over, settling to your right as he set his katana down at the edge of the sleeping spot. Worick flopped down onto your other side, yawning loudly as he scratched the scruff on his chin. Before you could move, he rolled over to throw an arm over you, fingers latching onto Nicolas’s shirt.

“You’re heavy as hell,” you muttered, hand coming up to tug at strands of his hair. You turned to Nicolas to make sure he saw your lips as you asked them. “What were you guys doing up, anyways?”

“You weren’t in bed,” Worick replied simply.

Nicolas’s eyes glinted as they caught the moonlight, the Twilight blinking slowly in a catlike manner. 

You huffed and smiled, wiggling in your spot to find a more comfortable position. Your hand on his side sought out his and you curled your pinky over his. “I see. Sorry, I woke you guys up. I’ll make sure not to be gone for too long next time.”

Worick huffed. “You better.”

On the floor it was slightly cooler, but still not by much. But you didn’t complain as you felt their warmth press in on either side of you. Though none of you said it, it was always this way, the three of you so used to each other’s presence at night that the absence of one was always felt. 

The room fell back into its quiet nighttime ambiance as you all settled, three puzzle pieces clicking into each other.

Law + crew trying to make a whole pack of uninvited scheming samurai leave their deck by using the good old silent glare tactic. It's not working.

I LOVE that they're all doing the same thing their captain does here because that's 100% how Law raised them. Glaring is his no. 1 means of communication and I bet the polar tang crew uses the Captain-glare on each other when shit gets serious.

Anyway..

Law decides to help the samurai scheme instead of like, telling them to leave in a more assertive way or shambling them off his boat, because he's a nice guy great at scheming and can't help himself.

And look at him learning and adapting after several attempts of making plans involving Luffy!

I really hope this one works out for him 👍

Important to note is that Law came up with a whole raid plan that got immediate praise and recognition as someone else's idea and Law isn't even shown grumbling about it. He's annoyed by most things and next to Kid and Luffy in a battle he'll fight and brag to show he's the best, but when it comes to actually taking credit for the real and important things he just ducks out without a word. No credit please, not even partially. I know there are more examples but this is the one I have on hand:

Saving people's lives, sacrificing himself to protect others, coming up with plans to save kingdoms and being nice in general, those are things Law just don't want to be associated with.

He's fighting so damn hard to keep his bleeding heart a secret. Mostly by glaring. It's not very effective 💛

Poorly drawn Legendary Beasts