magnuspirate

[magnuspirate]

Was enoying all of your art , kicking my feet and giggeln at Heat. The absolute cutiepie

And then got the absolute whiplash of suddeling reading German ( as a potato myself

Jaa servussss ✨️Grüße gehen raus . Das hab ich jetzt nicht kommen sehen 🙈

Potsblitz un Hühnerdreck - ich sach dir, da schnackst du nix mehr! Nur Deutsche hier, ne?

So glad you’re enjoying it. You’ve come to the right place. Here, we worship Heat.

Grüße aus’m Norden, gehn raus! 🐟

[magnuspirate]

Every Yautja thinks they’ve seen it all, until they meet Magnus. She won’t fight them. She’ll confuse them into survival.

[magnuspirate]

As some of you know, I was part of the @kidpirateszinePirates and I had the honor of contributing two Art pieces to it.

Here’s my little NSFW add-on and I actually decided to expand it with a written scene, just to give it some extra flavor.

It’s awkward. It’s steamy. It’s deeply unhinged in the best way. Enjoy 💀💦

The Shower

The day had worn you down. Cleaning duty had turned into a full-blown battle against dust, clutter, and cobwebs. The hideout’s narrow, sun-heated passages and stale air clung to your skin like a second, grimy layer. You smelled like sweat and old stone, your hair tangled with threads of old webs, and your nose irritated from hours of sneezing through it all.

You wanted nothing more than a shower. Hot or cold, it didn’t matter. You needed the filth washed away, physically, emotionally, entirely.

Your footsteps dragged down the corridor. Normally, most of the crew bunked together, but this week you’d claimed one of the side rooms for yourself. Everyone respected those boundaries… mostly. Still, the idea of solitude felt like a rare treasure.

Stripping off your sticky clothes without a care, you left them scattered across your room. You could deal with them later. You padded toward the bathroom, the promise of water making your limbs a little lighter.

But as you reached the door, you heard it - the shower was already running. Odd. No one had asked to use your space.

Not that it would’ve bothered you. You were all used to sharing. Privacy wasn’t exactly sacred among the crew, and you’d seen your crewmates naked more times than you could count: stumbling drunk, crashing after missions, or during one of those chaotic group showers where clothes ended up forgotten somewhere along the way. You didn’t mind. None of you really did.

But still, normally you’d ask. It was just a thing you did. You waited for the telltale sounds - splashing, scrubbing, humming - but none came. Just the steady, heavy stream of water. That was it.

Cautiously, you nudged the door open. Steam billowed out, curling around you like a living thing. You called softly, voice hoarse from the dust: "HellooOoo? Who’s in there?"

No answer.

You tried again. Nothing. Maybe they couldn’t hear over the water pressure?

Curiosity got the better of you. You pushed the door open wider, just enough to peek inside.

And what you saw rooted you in place.

The steam was thick, almost dreamlike, but even through the haze, there was no mistaking the silhouette.

The unmistakable height.

Wet blue locs clung to broad shoulders, above spiked tattoos circling his neck and running down his arms.

It was Heat.

Your breath hitched.

At first, your brain struggled to connect the dots. You weren’t seeing him clearly, just impressions, outlines, muscle beneath water, hand… movement.

Then realization hit you like a punch to the chest.

He was touching himself.

Right there.

In your shower.

And gods, he was beautiful.

(full image on ToyHouse)

You should have closed the door. You should have turned away. But you couldn’t. Your body betrayed you, heat rushing through your limbs, down your stomach, into your core. You had liked Heat from the beginning. Every accidental brush of skin, every shared laugh, every quiet moment in passing - it had always stirred something in you.

And now here he was, bare, vulnerable… aroused.

You watched, heart thundering, as his motions grew faster, more urgent. The soft sound of water masked the hitch in your breath as he groaned, low and rough, and tipped his head forward.

He was close. You knew it before it happened.

And then… release.

The only thing you could think about now was ripping that door wide open, walking straight up to him, and taking all of him in - catching him in your hands, in your mouth, and swallowing him whole. You should leave. You had to leave.

But your legs wouldn’t move. Just as your brain caught up with your shame, he looked up.

His eyes met yours.

You were frozen in place, naked yourself, cheeks flushed for reasons far beyond temperature. His face was red, maybe from the heat, maybe from embarrassment - maybe both.

There was silence. A strange kind of quiet that buzzed louder than anything else in that room.

Then, finally, he spoke. "How long… have you been standing there?"

You stammered. "I - I just got here, I didn’t mean - I thought - you weren’t answering, so…"

He looked away, rubbing a hand through his wet hair. "I didn’t know anyone was around. I just needed to clear my head. This wasn’t… I didn’t mean to invade your space."

Sure, you thought. Because obviously, clearing your head requires a full-on jerk session in someone else’s shower.

You felt the guilt twist inside you.

You grabbed a towel and offered it to him, avoiding his gaze. "Sorry for staring. I should’ve looked away. I… couldn’t."

His eyes flickered up to yours. You stepped back. "I’ll wait outside."

A minute passed. Then the door opened again. Heat stood there, towel around his waist, water still glistening on his skin. You both stared at each other, and no one said a word.

But something had changed.

The silence pressed down on you like wet fabric, heavy, clinging, suffocating. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, just to make it less unbearable. But as soon as the words started to come, they tripped over each other and fell out in a mortifying mess.

"Look, it’s absolutely fine that you used the shower. It really doesn’t bother me. Like, at all. And I mean, we’ve all - you know, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before. Gods, no - pfff - I mean, you - before - well, not like this. Not that I think about that. I mean…"

You gave a small shrug and a crooked smile, trying to play it off.

"Not all the time. Or, you know…."

You glanced up at him, just for a second. Heat was staring.

Eyes a little wider than before, lips slightly parted, like he wasn’t sure whether to breathe, laugh, or brace himself.

You immediately looked down. Left. Right. Anywhere but at him.

"I just… I walked in and I didn’t hear anything and then I looked and there you were and I - I should’ve just backed out, I really should have, but I didn’t, and instead I stood there like an creep just… watching, and I swear I’m not a creep-creep, okay?! I mean, I am a little, apparently, but not in a bad way, I mean - oh gods, shut up, shut up."

Another quick glance.

He was still staring. Eyes even wider now. Still with that stunned expression, brows lifted just slightly, like he was bracing for whatever else might come out of your mouth.

And then you did it.

You said the one thing that really should have stayed inside your head.

"It was really big."

....

Your soul detached from your body.

Heat blinked. Slowly. You scrambled.

"I MEAN ... not like I was LOOKING-looking. I just… noticed. You. You know, as one does when someone’s standing there in your shower doing..."

You waved your hand in his direction, a messy, open-palmed gesture somewhere between pointing and helpless flailing. It moved vaguely between him and the running water, as if your body hoped the motion would explain what your words absolutely couldn’t.

"...that."

Your voice cracked.

"And I mean, you looked really good doing it. Like… really good. No, wait--I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, I did, but not like--oh god, I'm.."

A heartbeat of silence followed, like the world itself paused to cringe with you

...

Was this truly the purpose of my creation?

To exist solely for this one mortifying moment –

a trembling soul wrapped in a towel, collapsing beneath the weight of his gaze and my own disgrace?

...

Then, in the calmest voice you could muster - one that betrayed just how done you were with existing - you said, "I’m just gonna lie down and die now."

Without another word, you turned around, quiet, steady, and walked toward the bed. You didn’t need to look back to know he was watching you. You felt it.

The weight of his gaze clung to your back like heat, following every step, as if he could see right through the thin towel wrapped hastily around you. You were exposed, in more ways than one.

Reaching the bed, you pulled the blanket up and slid underneath, curling into yourself. Small. Humiliated. Hoping the fabric might somehow absorb you completely.

And in a whisper meant only for the silence, you murmured, "I’m so sorry. Just forget I exist."

And then…You heard it. That laugh.

That low, warm, sweet laugh - the kind that makes your stomach flip even while your ears burn.

He was laughing. Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

He was genuinely amused. Because he knew you. And this? This blabbering, spiraling, utterly undone version of you?

It was real.

And somehow, it was endearing. You heard his footsteps approaching, then the bed shifted under his weight.

Before you could react, the blanket was ripped off with a single, confident tug.

You blinked up at him, frozen in deer-in-headlights mode.

He leaned in. One arm planted on either side of your head. His body close. Too close. That smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Next time," he murmured, voice low and certain, "just interrupt me."

His eyes stayed locked on yours -- dark, unwavering, that rough, hungry look that made it hard to breathe.

"And join me."

[magnuspirate]

Happy birthday to my beloved baby, Baby Magnus and her Auntie Spark @faestorian 💛👑⭐️

[ one piece oc ] ✨

Something quick and simple for @magnuspool ; Spark’s & Baby’s birthdays both fall on the 6th of May, so I’ve made a little doodle of them celebrating together~

[magnuspirate]

The birthday of our favorite One Piece baby is almost here! What’s the best way to celebrate? Wait and see… May 6th!

[magnuspirate]

You Picked Dare

Summary: Why the hell would you play truth or dare with a bunch of pirates?

Inspired by the mega awesome @magnuspirate who did this delighful tease of two hunky hunks hunking around

Warnings: nsfw but mostly language and suggestive content, no actual smut, Kid Pirates being the Kid Pirates. Killer x Female reader x Kid

Dare.

Dare. 

Dare.

Your bold statement had come out smug and confident, echoing in your head with a twinge of regret.

The Dare was to go into the hot springs and take a photo – of Killer and your Captain. Damn the others for knowing your kryptonite.

There was an opt-out option – to clean the communal bathrooms for a month. No fucking way.

As you walked through the island you took nervous hits of your blunt to ease the butterflies in your stomach. All you had to do was take a picture. There were no restrictions, you could be seen or hidden, as long as you got a photo of them that was all you needed to escape this torturous dare disguised as a group bonding activity.

Fuck the crew! You loved them but also fuck them. You were gonna get them back.

About a hundred yards away from the hot spring you took a final drag and snuffed out the remaining blunt. Giving yourself an internal pep talk as you took each step.

‘Position self behind a bush. Snap a picture. Sneak away and then run like the devil’s on my heels.’

Picturing your devil of a captain, your stomach coiled with anxiousness. Oh how you wished you could light up the roach.

Creeping between the foliage, you could hear Kid and Killer talking to each other in relaxed conversation. They didn’t appear to notice you, silently cursing as you realized they were still too far to take a photo.

Tip toeing on the patches of grass, you could make out their conversation more clearly.

“Ya ever think about sleeping with someone on the crew?” Kid suddenly asked Killer. You nearly fell over yourself when you heard the statement.

“Once in a while, rarely act on it though. You?” Killer mused.

“All the time.”

“Horn dog,” Killer scoffed.

“Can ya blame me? All our girls are hot as fuck.”

“Yeah, but I also see most of them as sisters…”

“You’re so pure,” Kid laughed. “Yeah they’re family, but they’re also not. I’m not saying I’d do anything about it either but it’s tempting some times.”

You felt as if you weren’t breathing, skillfully crawling around the shrubs eager to hear and see more, as silent as the dead. One breath and they were sure to discover you.

“Ahh is this about Y/N again?”

Time stopped. Your heart stopped. You didn’t dare move.

“Could be,” there was a tilt in Kid’s voice. “Don’t pretend you don’t think about her and what it could be like.”

“You’re being vulgar, which isn’t surprising, but what do you expect me to say? ‘Sure Kid I’ll bow out from another person of interest to give you the advantage as your friend.’” Killer legitimately sounded a little mad. Well like, personal hurt mad, not crazy mad which he was every single second.

“I’m a man with needs too. And I LIKE her.”

You wished to be a small lizard so you could watch them argue about you. Maybe the blunt was laced with something – wouldn’t put it past your crew to be honest.

Low growling preceded a laugh, and you could hear the sound of water splashing. Oh to the gods to be a fish in that spring.

“Alright fair enough. Would it make you feel better if we do it together? It’d be her choice who she’d choose no matter what, no hurt fee fees over it. Maybe if we come at her with a multi-partner thing, 50/50 she agrees?”

“Kid!”

“60/40?”

“Stop it.”

“Damn 10/90?”

More splashing of water, waves of it crashing over your coverage and wetting your clothes. Practicing your breathing exercises, you mentally pumped yourself up to get it over with. One snap and bam, you’re gone.

“What if we show her our dicks first?”

“KID!”

“Whadd’ya say Y/N? Wanna check the goods before you sample them?” Kid couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Gods be damned. They all sucked.

Gathering the last ounce of dignity and lighting your roach, you jumped out from behind the foliage with your camera, looking to the side as you snapped the picture. Whether is was worthy enough to pass was no longer your priority.

“IT WAS A DARE!!!!” you screeched as your turned on your heel and bolted. You poor thing, you didn’t make it past 1 yard.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere, Y/N,” Kid taunted as Killer wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. His towel becoming loose and distressed from your struggling. Bringing you back to the hot spring.

Taking the camera, Kid tossed it in the water with the smuggest face a motherfucker could make.

“We showed you ours, now we dare you to show yours.”

Originally posted - soon to be archived from main

[magnuspirate]

I started a new job. While I was originally looking for Frontend roles, I ended up working as a Full-Stack developer — and I’m really struggling with the Backend part.

I feel slow when I code, and it’s so hard. It’s frustrating. I’m tired and stressed out. I don’t know how to filter all the information I get..my brain is like a sieve.

Still, I want to prove to myself — and to everyone else — that I can code.

Maybe I will make it, because I’m still here, still coding, still trying.

I just have to keep going. And stop being so damn mean to myself.

[magnuspirate]

What must I do for more Oscar ?! I love him so much 😍🥴🤤 just want to rub his belly and whisper dirty shit in his ear 😏🤫🤗 I'm not sorry 🤪

[magnuspirate]

Hey! it's me again! the person from Brazil :) (my name now will be "brazil fan", ok?)

But let's see...I know the answers! is the Heat right?! Am I right ?!

(please show me what you two would be like taking a shower together! / I don't want to be a pervert, I'm just curious :D)

[magnuspirate]

I haven’t drawn in a while, so I got a new ballpoint brush and wanted to try it out.

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[magnuspirate]

I'm not sure if this is exactly what you were invisioning, but i tried my best 🙂‍↕️ i wanted to make it look like she was in the process of absorbing the universe ( ´∀｀ )b i hope you like it :3

(You might have to turn up your brightness to see it all)

WOOW!!

That honestly looks so beautiful – thank you, truly!

It made me genuinely happy when I saw it. Once I finally have my own place, I swear I’ll print it out and hang it on my wall. Promise💕💕

++++++++

Just a little note for everyone:

They offered to create fanart for me – which absolutely made my day! But just to be clear: this wasn’t meant as a request for anyone to do anything for free.

[magnuspirate]

Hey everyone,

thank you so much to everyone who responded to my post.

I just wanted to let you know that I’m currently not in a position to commission anyone, as I don’t have a job at the moment. I lost my position back in December, and while I’m dreaming of doing something big and beautiful for Pascha in the future (and plan to save for it), right now it’s just not possible financially.

That said – a heartfelt thank you to all of you who reached out to me, showed me your amazing work, and were even willing to create something. It truly means a lot to me <3

I want to commission someone to draw Pascha in her cosmic form—powerful, immense, and dark—encompassing the solar system, stars, nebulas, colors, and all that cosmic stuff.

When I look at the image, I want to feel the void, the raw and overwhelming force of the universe itself, as if I’m staring into the infinite—where existence and nothingness collide.

Anyone know an artist who could capture that vibe? Someone who takes commissions—maybe not right now, but in the near future. I lost all my favorites when I deleted my Twitter account, so I can’t find most of them anymore. If you’ve got any cool artists to recommend, drop them here!

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I NEVER POSTED THIS ON MY PIRATE ACCOUNT!! Or did I?

Know My Character:

I’ve been planning to do this forever, but I had a hard time telling her story (mainly because I felt bad for making her so OP). But now that I have a solid technical explanation for her powers and origins, I feel ready to share her story.

(There still more to tell)

[magnuspirate]

I want to commission someone to draw Pascha in her cosmic form—powerful, immense, and dark—encompassing the solar system, stars, nebulas, colors, and all that cosmic stuff.

When I look at the image, I want to feel the void, the raw and overwhelming force of the universe itself, as if I’m staring into the infinite—where existence and nothingness collide.

Anyone know an artist who could capture that vibe? Someone who takes commissions—maybe not right now, but in the near future. I lost all my favorites when I deleted my Twitter account, so I can’t find most of them anymore. If you’ve got any cool artists to recommend, drop them here!

[magnuspirate]

Who should we add here for Magnus' pleasure?

[magnuspirate]

a praying mantis, a daddy long legs, and a worm getting high on a wall

WANNA TAKE A SELFIE WITH MAREN?!?

open collab files/rules, all skill levels are welcomed, feel free to be as silly and creative as you desire!