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Irrevocable consequences

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first time drew nami and I’m absolutely in love with that long strand of hair on the left

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I'll get down to business one day, but at the moment I've brought you stuff of au

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karma. serves you right, nijii

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.. . p-pretty . .g.. girls . . .(//▽//)

and some guys nearby┐(￣∀￣)┌

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Day 7 | Sea | Ace x Deuce x Ichiji

since it's May, there should be mermaids here even if they're carnivorous and drown sailors whenever they get the chance. but an exception can be made for these two (and their crew, of course).

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Day 6 | Urban-Fantasy | Smoker x Reiju

Poisonous Smoke

The city had been hostile to him from the very first day. The moment he got the transfer order, Smoker hated this place with every fiber of his being. And you couldn’t really call him biased — this godforsaken city reeked of damp and gloom.

They transferred him to the department as an investigator — an insult to a man of his rank. “It’s just the way it is, Smoker-san. We’re short-staffed. Hardly anyone comes out here…” Excuses. Pathetic babble. Smoker growled, but dutifully — and grimly — sat down to sort through fifteen-year-old case files.

This place clearly wasn’t friendly, and to be honest, that was the only thing that had caught his interest. At least it was work — something to do in this hole.

But of course, every lead ran cold. Witnesses retracted statements. Evidence vanished. Some reports were just… empty. He asked his colleagues — they either stayed quiet or acted clueless. Like they didn’t care. Or worse — like they didn’t want to know.

Now Smoker was starting to believe it: he wouldn’t be allowed to work properly here either.

Cigarette after cigarette, he grabbed a pile of archival documents and made his way to the infamous bar called “Midnight”, buried in the basement of some back-alley block in this cursed gray city.

The place gave him honest-to-god chills — every stone seemed to ooze mystery. Or maybe just pompous pretension. Hard to tell.

The bar was wrapped in a light haze, like every table came with a complimentary hookah. Smoker didn’t mind — his cigars fit right in.

But it wasn’t the smoke that bothered him. It was the patrons.

That one in the strange hat. A couple dressed like it was Halloween. The bartender with those freaky bright lenses.

Smoker approached the bar, not even looking at the menu. — Beer.

The pink-haired woman behind the counter smiled at him. Not coyly — just slightly intrigued. — Pharaohs don’t visit us often.

— Maybe they should, — he snapped, sarcasm rolling off his tongue. He was used to being scolded for that on a near-daily basis.

The bartender smiled more genuinely this time. — With all due respect, officer, I don’t want any trouble. However... — she looked straight at him, calm and open. Her violet eyes burned right through him. — Coming here… means trouble’s already found you.

— Threatening a police officer? You’ve got no brakes, lady.

— The local police are toothless. But you...

— Officer Smoker.

— Smoker-san, you’re clearly not from around here. I see it in your eyes — the desire to uncover the truth, — she narrowed her gaze slightly, leaning in closer. — And the kind of man who doesn’t turn away from someone else’s pain.

She glanced at the documents in his hands. Her movements were deft, graceful — like a harpist’s fingers, pouring him a glass of whiskey with practiced ease.

This conversation wasn’t going to end quickly.

— You can call me Reiju. I’m the one who’ll help you dig up the truth.

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Day 5 | Te dangerous Night Watch | Sora x Monet Guilty of Stealing a Heart

Ugh, what an interesting prompt — noir vibes, the criminal underworld... What do I come up with? This is definitely a romcom. 100%. I swear on it.

Sora, the ex-wife of a notorious crime boss, grabs her five kids and moves to another city — far from crime, filth, and her past. Wanting her little angels to grow up safe, she joins the local police force. Thanks to her knowledge of medicine, toxicology, and "villain psychology" (thanks, Judge), she quickly gets assigned to the Night Watch — a dangerously understaffed department that’s held together by caffeine and despair.

And there, on one late-night case, she runs into a bandit from the Donquixote crew — beautiful, dangerous, with a sadistic smile and a surprisingly shy streak. Naturally, Sora falls head over heels.

Really, Sora? When will you stop falling for villains with child-experimentation issues and hair that looks like a hurricane went through it?

yellow × green is canon in One Piece

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Day 4 | Dystopian | YonBo

Between the Explosions

The oceans here are endless wastelands, crawling with unseen beasts and mutants. Pirate crews roam across them on their iron ships, cutting through sandstorms and anomalies. In this desert, it's banditry and brute force that rule. Today you flaunt your stolen riches—tomorrow, you're devoured by a sand beast. One wrong move, and you're buried beneath tons of sand forever—and that’s the best case scenario.

And yet, here they are—the royal brats, stranded in the middle of nowhere at the worst possible time.

They're immune to sandstorms, radiation, exhaustion, and even the local monsters. Though it's a pity about the equipment—millions of beli worth, lost to an anomalous zone. Useless scientists, unable to handle the climate, and because of them there's no contact with HQ, no food for the long trek.

The Vinsmokes don't despair or panic—they're simply not wired that way. So they grab what’s left of the instruments and start walking, following coordinates to the nearest settlement. There, they’ll face an obstacle that can’t be zapped with lasers, punched through, or ignored: people. Raised in isolation with nothing but training, missions, experiments, and scientists, they’re about to encounter actual civilians—and it’ll mess them up more than any mutant ever could.

Now, about the star duo.

Yonji gets separated from his siblings and Cozette—just as Sabo is torn from his revolutionary comrades—by a monstrous anomaly that wipes nearly everything in its path. They’re forced into a truce, fully aware that the moment they reach a safe zone, it’s back to a kill-or-be-killed scenario. Sabo, ever the revolutionary, planned to squeeze intel about Germa’s weapons from the royal prince—those weapons that win every war—but he also loathes Germa for its cruelty and amorality. Yonji, for his part, gets a migraine every time Sabo opens his mouth about the “poor people.” Weaklings, all of them. Why waste time?

They grit their teeth and don’t kill each other—barely. But over weeks of trudging through the desert, something shifts. They laugh. They talk.

At some point, that grudging understanding turns into something else—curiosity, maybe. Sabo can’t stop touching, prodding the inhumanly strong body, asking what it’s like to have arms that shift into metal, eyes that see miles ahead, strength that could level a city. Yonji fires questions back—about emotions, fear, the point of loving things that make you weak. Why does his chest ache when he looks into Sabo’s stupid blue eyes?

They know that once they’re back with their people, it’s over. So they keep it light. No serious talk, no confessions. But in every sarcastic jab, every smirk, there’s an unspoken promise: This isn’t the end.

When Koala later asks why Sabo didn’t learn anything about Germa’s tech, even though he had its heir right there, he just shrugs. “Got busy studying.”

When Yonji’s siblings ask why he let an enemy of the crown walk free, he waves it off. “He might be useful. For... experimental purposes.”

And, well… They flirt A lot may they both be damned for it

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DAY 3 | The Danced-out Shoes | ZoSan

If you ask me where the au and the shoes are I’ll answer: off-screen

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Day 2 | The Maiden in the Tower | Koby x Niji

A tower hidden by thunderclouds

A few miles from the village stretch ancient ruins. Built from dark stone, entangled in hundreds of vines, they are so vast that no hill offers a view of their end. You can’t even glimpse the towers’ rooftops — they are forever hidden in the clouds.

The local people no longer remember who the ruins once belonged to, or even whether kings ever ruled there. The few scholars who ventured out only came to shudder at the dark magic, claiming that this place is more a Dungeon that has broken through to the surface than the remains of a castle.

Koby is afraid of the ruins. Every adventurer who dared to conquer this “aboveground dungeon” has never returned. Elders frightened children with tales of a monster guarding the tower’s treasures. Travelers speculated what kind of weapon might be hidden in such a dark place. Knights whispered that the ruins are not empty, but that they are the darkness itself — living and bloodthirsty.

Koby dreamed of becoming a knight, but in reality, he only cried and ran from local bullies, especially their ringleader, Helmeppo. That was until one day they chased him straight into those dreaded ruins. They dared him, taunted him — “what kind of knight is a coward?” — and together they stepped onto the cursed ground. But the moment they heard the grinding sound, all of them fled in terror.

The small, weak son of a farmer was left to await his executioner — his legs refused to move, and he had wandered too deep into the ruins.

“You’d better go home to your mommy, little knight,” a voice suddenly said from the side. Not threatening, not deadly — more mocking than anything else. “Nights are cold here. And the monsters aren’t friendly.”

The young man leaning casually against a crumbling marble column didn’t look like a monster capable of tearing flesh with bare hands. He looked like a nobleman standing in royal grounds, his head held high, dressed in shining silks and wearing a sharp smile.

Terrified and confused, Koby ran. And for a long time after, he kept thinking about the man, wondering how someone so handsome could be living in such ruins. His unusual, bright eyes — like precious sapphires. His blue hair, curling like a wave. And that eyebrow! Did it really twist inward like a whirlpool, or was that just his imagination? There hadn’t been enough time (nor, to be honest, any desire) to get a good look at the mysterious figure in the castle's ruin.

Ever since that day, out of both gratitude and curiosity, Koby visited the ruins every day. It felt wrong to come empty-handed, so each time he brought some fruit or berries.

The young man didn’t appear for a long while — so long that Koby began to wonder if it had all been a vision conjured by his fear and despair. But then, one summer day, the gentleman met him right at the entrance.

“Stop bringing me oranges. I don’t like sour things.”

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Day 1 - Western/The Dragon slayer - Acechiji

Ace arrives at a new town and decides to stay some days doing some miscellaneous work.

There, he meets Ichiji, a fellow traveler doing miscellaneous work while passing by.

Interested in each other and end up staying longer than intended, growing closer and closer until a dragon arrives and takes Ichiji away. So Ace goes to the rescue.

The dragon is Judge, he's been hunting down his runaway children, and Ichiji's long stay at that town helped him.

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Day 1 | The Dragon slayer | Acechiji

On a hunt for a monster’s head, he found something far more perilous — a feeling.

In ages long past, nearly wiped from the annals of history yet still from lip to lip, there lived majestic and proud beings — dragons. In those times, it was custom for every firstborn prince to prove his valor and might by slaying one of these beasts and presenting its severed head to the true masters of the world — mankind.

Now, the title of “dragon” belongs only to the World Nobles and the rare few true dragons who bent the knee in exchange for their survival. Better to call them tamed serpents these days. Still, there are princes who hurl themselves at these “dragons,” eager to bring back their heads in pursuit of glory and gold.

Ichiji had no patience for dusty old tales of winged beasts. They stirred neither awe nor fear in him — no chills from tales of devastation, no pity for those scorched by flame, no joy at the so-called heroes’ triumphs. As the firstborn of the Vinsmoke, bred to be a weapon, he saw no purpose in chasing lizard skulls to please other kings.

One evening, while resting after a mission in a tavern at the edge of the world, he crosses paths — and later swords — with the infamous outlaw Portgas D. Ace. The assassin, stung by defeat and enraged by his opponent’s mirth, vows to bring Ace’s head to the Knights at any cost. Not because he glimpsed something odd in those smoldering ember-like eyes or the absurd horns on his hat — but because, for the first time in his life, a gentle, flickering flame kindled in his chest at the sight of Ace’s unguarded, radiant smile.

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uni exam session is hell right now, so I'll be sticking to sketches for the time being

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So I redesigned some of the Spade Crew

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Miscellaneous Scoobs au

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It's hard for them😔