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Thanks and honestly good idea I put that on my to do list 😁

Hello, hello, I don't know if you ever watched Doctor Who, but hear me out on this:

Saint Saturn in the role of The Master and Dr. Vegapunk in the role of The Doctor.

I imagine Vegapunk dressed similiarly to the Third Doctor whilst Saint Saturn would look more similiar to Delgado!Master.

Thanks a lot!

xoxoxo

-Ano🪷

Hey hey !! I have watch only some episodes so I didn't really know how it could be, but here's a little result😁 I must say it fit Vegapunk really well 😂

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I saw your blog and was imidiately in love with your art! May I please request Jedi Masyer Dooku and his padawan Qui-gon?

Thank you very much and of course here they are 😁

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Hello, hello, I don't know if you ever watched Doctor Who, but hear me out on this:

Saint Saturn in the role of The Master and Dr. Vegapunk in the role of The Doctor.

I imagine Vegapunk dressed similiarly to the Third Doctor whilst Saint Saturn would look more similiar to Delgado!Master.

Thanks a lot!

xoxoxo

-Ano🪷

Hey hey !! I have watch only some episodes so I didn't really know how it could be, but here's a little result😁 I must say it fit Vegapunk really well 😂

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☀️HI I'M HELIO!!☀️

☀️I'm trying to draw more Bleach stuff so I'm taking art request and you can ask for : Any characters, your oc, ship (canon x oc, canon x canon, crack ship...), ect...

☀️I'm taking those art request for free and for fun(and fighting any eventual art block) So please do no hesitate my ask box is open for that!!!

☀️if you have any questions about it, again my ask box is open😁

☀️Thank you for reading this and have a wonderful day, take care of you everyone !!☀️

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Hi I just found your blog and I love your art! I wonder if you do take requests for bleach characters? If so can I request a doodle of hisagi and yumichika together?

☀️Hi first of all thank you very much 💖 second yes I absolutely do, I try do draw more Bleach characters so request are perfect !!

☀️And here they are 😁

(Idk if you were meaning as friends or as a ship so I made this ^^ both would have been fine btw)

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasr-daher

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

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Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Hi there 💛

I hope this message finds you well. I'm reaching out with a heavy heart and a hopeful spirit.

My name is Mohamed. My family and I lost our home to the war, and we’re doing our best to start again from nothing. We’ve created a GoFundMe to help rebuild—not just the walls, but the life we once knew.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post. Even a simple reblog or share can make a world of difference. And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation would mean more than I can ever express.

Your kindness, your voice, your support—it truly matters.

Thank you for reading this. I’m so deeply grateful. 🙏

@hamodfamily

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Portrait of Nefertari D. Lili

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Thought this song would be fitting for her and Mu

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Hellfire Cannot Kill Scientists AU

Chapter 1: The Spider's Egg

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Vice-Admiral Doll had seen and done many distasteful things during her career as a Marine.

She’d seen mangled bodies of children smashed by rubble that once were houses, or corpses of innocent men and women sliced to bits lying in shady alleyways left for stray dogs to feast on. One time, she had to shoot a rabid dog dead, its snout soaked with blood as it chewed on the insides of a tiny infant.

Vice–Admiral Doll watched as her comrades, her stupid, brave boys died during the Paramount War. 

She could still hear their screams, hear them scream as they were torn to pieces by Whitebeard’s terrifying power, begging the former Yonkou to stop, to let them go already—and the smell.

Ugh, that horrible smell.

Burnt flesh mingled with boiling iron, as corpses, or atleast what remained of them, dropped down onto the broken, blood-slick ground of the battlefield.

Fire Fist Ace was certainly not holding back as he ran rampant, hurling fireballs and fire whips at her people, their Voices snuffed out from the world like candlelights, sometimes in dozens, sometimes in hundreds if not thousands.

In the end, Fire Fist died, his chest naught but a gaping hole thanks to Admiral Akainu. 

Good riddance for that, that bastard was a menace. 

Son of former Pirate King, Gol D. Roger… what a bombshell to reveal during a war.

But nothing could have prepared the young woman for this. 

To stand helpless and do nothing but watch as your superior, as a Gorosei got devoured by magical black flames.

“What’s going on!?” she said, as all of the horror unfolded before her eyes.

Saint Saturn’s pale, wrinkly skin shriveled like a withered prune, folding into itself as if all moisture was sucked out of his body.

The Gorosei’s eyes were frenzied and blood-shot, bulging from his sockets as he stared up at the ceiling of his assigned cabin, his abnormally long arms stretched out, as if to reach out for help.

Grasping at his throat, the Gorosei’s mouth parted in a vile scream, laced with something otherworldly and hideous that sent shivers down Vice-Admiral Doll’s spine as it echoed through the cabin.

“He’s one of the world’s overseers, we can’t let anything happen to him!” 

“Is it some sort of disease?”

“Saint Saturn,” someone behind her pleaded, “Tell us, what should we do?!"

The Voices of her fellow Vice-Admirals paled around her, images blurred and even sound grew muffled within her ears.

It was as if the dying Tenryuubito was the sole focus of Fate's attention, and Doll had a front row seat watching it all unfold, helpless, but not alone in her misery.

The heat and light of the jet-black flames became so unbearable Doll had to step aside and shield her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Agh! Too much!” 

Black lightning erupted from the wall of slithering, gluttonous flames, sucking all the heat and light into itself, creating a tiny spark of black-and-red light directly in front of Saint Saturn’s heart. 

The explosion that followed sent Doll and the other Vice-Admirals flying into all directions, their bodies colliding with richly decorated furniture, the floor or the walls.

Doll’s back hit the floor and hard, a sickening crack soon followed by pulsing pain drumming against her skull. 

Everything was so muffled after that, so distant.

Through her Observation Haki, the young Vice-Admiral managed to catch a few Voices, dispersed and fluctuating, distress and fear coating them like a second skin.

Her knees were wobbly and weak, and yet she forced herself to stand up. Her back groaned with dull ache, she definitely broke some bones right there. 

Someone grasped her by the forearm helping her stand. 

It was Vice-Admiral Doberman, his face still bleeding from the punishment Saint Saturn inflicted upon him.

She gave him a grateful nod.

Dust whirled in the air, dancing and gliding against the carpeted floor before it settled on said floor, giving all Marines in the room a clear image of what happened to Saint Saturn.

“A… a skeleton?” 

Rays of sunlight crawled through the cracks in the walls and basked the room with its warmth. Strange, fleeting sensation of peace washed over Doll, soothing the deep frown and stillness in her posture.

A voice, smooth like butter and sweeter than honey whispered against her ear, although there was none to give this voice to:

“Tis’ all well now, child. From now forward, all shall be well.”

And she almost believed it. But the image of a bare and very human skeleton lying on the floor, its yellowish bones lit with sunlight’s golden hue.

“Saint Saturn, he… he is dead,” Doll heard someone say, and she couldn’t help but nod. 

The young girl—because that’s all she was now, scared little girl unable to help those in need even if the man she was supposed to help certainly deserved his death. 

Vice-Admiral Red King doubled over and vomited, unable to stand the sight of that… that thing. 

Doll didn’t blame him. 

None of the other Vice-Admirals seemed to be with themselves, it was all just too much. 

“We failed,” said Vice-Admiral Guillotine, voice raspy and thick with emotion. 

Repulsion? Or perhaps it was shame?

Whatever it was, it seemed to stick to his Voice like a slimy coat, his Haki pulsing with a drum-like rhythm. 

It made Doll sick in the stomach.

Yes, yes we failed, thought Doll with a haunted look in her eyes as the skeleton, so ordinary and so human etched itself into her memory.

A dark, endless ravine in the tapestry of Marine history that will be forever remembered by future generations.

“We have to report this,” Bluegrass said solemnly, her shades hiding her expression, but Doll could feel it. 

She could feel it in all of them, the terror like a spiderweb tangling around their throats.

“If we do, won’t… won’t the Fleet Admiral have us executed?” Vice-Admiral Guillotine's voice rang through the damaged cabin, sharp and precise like an executioner’s axe. 

“I-I mean, I… I don’t fancy being on the other side of his magma fist, y’know?” he gulped, wide eyes shifting from one Marine to the other, glancing at them as if trying to coax them to agree.

“What other choice do we have, Guil? Either we get killed by Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, or we’ll be branded as traitors to the whole world,” Doberman’s rumbling voice, ever so serious, cut through all doubts that formed within Doll’s mind. 

Angry gleem entered his eyes: “I'd rather burn alive than live with such shame!” he declared with his fists clenched and teeth grit together.

Silence hung in the air. Neither Doll nor her colleagues wanted to be the first to speak. Doberman was right. 

Doll too would rather die than besmirch the name of justice and allow Marines to become laughingstock for all the world to see!

“That’s settled then, but, what about the—!” 

Vice-Admiral Bluegrass pointed at the place where skeleton of Saint Saturn should lay, but instead of pile of pale bones, there was a—

“An egg!?” all Vice-Admirals, including Doll, exclaimed in surprise, eyes bulging as they stared at the large, white-or-grey shape standing so proudly amidst the columns of dust.

Yes, yes it was an egg. 

Or something similar, atleast. 

It surely wasn’t a bird egg, no, this—whatever it was—was completely round and slimy, like jelly, as it wobbled on the place, as if in sync with the waves that rolled under the ship’s belly, pushing it forward.

The thing pulsed with life, greedily absorbing the sunlight like a starved plant drank water from soil, and with each “gulp” it seemed to beat in a certain way, or rhythm like a heart—

єâкн-тαя вāяιη σѕн

ѕуgιя ηє ησ ѕкαтιяσѕн

ƒαηтуя σ кнāη-мαgιяσѕн

кσѕнηīя ησ ρукσяσѕн

“Wha—What’s going on? What is that sound?” yelped Red King, his chins wobbling as he gulped in fear.

Doll’s eyes widened: “It’s coming from that egg! It’s speaking!”

ѕмιкяīѕн ηα ѕαgуяσтн

σмηι кнυz-∂αя-ιмιятнσтн

∂ισηē-яι ѕмα-ѕкнāмησтн

янêα-αкн тαя-тєяιρяσтн

The egg started glowing even brighter, pulsing and beating with an enchanting sound, its slick skin wobbling with each quake. 

The chanting—Doll was sure it was chanting—came from the inside, the muffled ominous voice growing louder and louder.

“Doll, get back here! Doll!” cried Doberman as he watched with fear-struck look as the young woman approached the egg, as if hypnotised by its voice.

The dust, which laid comfortably on the floor now whirled around the egg in a sudden column of wind. It wasn’t particularly strong, but it still managed to send chills down Doll’s spine.

νēяιη ѕαм тαя-zнιgσяιη

σкн-тєтнуѕ-мα ∂αя ƒαgσ∂ιη

ηι∂îя ô-ηα ℓιмσтιη

ѕαмнαяūℓ σ-ѕαтûяηιη

Doll didn’t understand what those words meant, but deep down she was sure, as if it was obvious from the moment she laid her eyes upon it. 

The egg needed to hatch. 

The egg demanded to be hatched.

Doll stretched out her hand towards it. It was so alive, and so inviting. There was nothing else but her and the egg, pulsing with warmth, with life. She needed to feel it underneath her to—

“DOLL! NO!!” someone cried out, their voice cutting the sharp wind. 

But it was too late, Doll’s palm already brushed against the slimy white-or-grey surface…

C R A C K

The sharp sound seemed to awaken Doll from the hypnotic spell the strange egg put on her. 

The Vice-Admiral yelped as a black, branched-out line appeared on the surface. 

Another sharp crack and another branched-out line.

Doberman grabbed Doll by one shoulder and shoved her behind him, the other Vice-Admirals following suit, their weapons at ready, aiming at the cracking and wriggling egg.

“Don’t move an inch,” growled Doberman, baring his dog-ish canines. “We don’t know what might come out of this thing…”

Doll didn’t know how else she should've described what happened afterwards. The only accurate words that came into her mind were: “It was like watching a black widow crawl out of its nest.”

A slimy, misshapen creature came through the large opening within the egg-shell, pouring itself onto the floor.

Bile shot up from their stomachs right into their mouths as they watched in silence as the lump of flesh, slick with blood started growing and molding itself into a—a human being.

It was mortifying.

Seeing this all unfold made Doll vomit. 

Bluegrass gave her a soothing pat on her shoulder, her own wrinkly face ashened and green with disgust.

It didn’t take long for the human—if it was indeed human—to fully complete its body growth. 

The creature—now certainly bearing the body of a human—was a young man, perhaps in his very early twenties with a bushy mane of fiery-red curls that cascaded down his bare back.

His creamy skin was marred by pink-ish burn scars that slithered all over his naked body, only then they’d noticed the hundreds of small specks adorning his skin. 

Doll could make out a few constellations as she glanced down at the young man’s slim arms.

Great cross on his right shoulder, and that over there is the Sea King, right beneath his left elbow… Doll hummed, oblivious to the pair of piercing eyes that were now focused on her person.

“Did your mummy never tell  you it is rude to stare?” the crisp, bass voice—so stupidly familiar and of course it was—made Vice-Admiral Doll jump.

The other Vice-Admirals cried out in surprise and shock as they stared down at the young—very familiar—man.

That blasted voice, so ancient and so cold like a crumbling iceberg, didn't match the youthful, and incredibly handsome face of the red-haired lad sitting before them.

“Wha—Who—What?”

Ah, of course. Should’ve known that a man like him… He wouldn’t be easy to kill!

Those same ice-blue eyes, the same crooked nose and permanently frowning visage. It was strange to see him so young—Doll couldn’t remember if she ever saw a portrait or a photo of the young Gorosei—but the similarity between this lad and Saint Saturn was impossible to deny.

The young man ran his tongue against the upper row of his teeth—there were two many teeth in his mouth for Doll’s liking.

“Hm, new teeth,” he noted absentmindedly, yet still keeping his eyes locked with hers. “Yet still the same voice. Fascinating, truly fascinating.”

Slowly, inch by inch, the young man’s lips stretched into a terrifying smile full of many tad-bit too long, and tad-bit too sharp teeth, his blue eyes assessing each and every Marine carefully, like a spider glaring down at a fly.

One by one, all nine Vice-Admirals bent their knees, heads poised low as they muttered prayers.

“Welcome back, Saint Saturn,” they all chimed as one, greeting the reborn god with reverence and fear.

Doll could still hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, voice mocking: “Yes, yes. Now, how do you feel about having a wolf for supper?”

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Chapter 1 of this AU

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THE (UN)HOLY KNIGHT

A part from this AU

(If you want to know more, let me know in the comments, reblogs or send an ask, thanks💚)

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A CHILD GOD

-"I am not a "who", I am a "what", Archivist

(Quote from The Magnus Archives. Thought it would sit with Gear 5th/Nika)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUFFY 🎂

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Hey there! ✨💛

I hope you’re having a peaceful day! 🌷

I’m reaching out to ask for your support in sharing my family’s journey. 🌹🤲

Would you consider reblogging the pinned post on my blog?

By doing so, you could make a real difference and help protect a family from war and hardship. 🕊️

Your support truly means the world to me. 💖

Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🌺

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