#:D 💕💕

[saradiation]

✨🎂 Happy 413!! ♡🎂✨

[compaculaaa]

Walking loaves 🍞

[cervinae-canine]

whatever you do, do NOT think about your normally stoic and temperamental F/O softening upon seeing you!!! do NOT imagine your normally grumpy and jaded F/O having a small smile when thinking of you!!! do NOT imagine warming your cold F/O's heart and being able to see a calmer, more peaceful side of them!! DO NOT-

[rainboweemart]

The captain who never follows a plan✨

[certainty2witch]

I absolutely love you crocodad art ! May I ask for some HC about crocodile and baby luffy ? Or a little sketch ?

Thanks for all your marvelous art 💕

Sorry it took a lot because I wanted to draw something too! In the end I decided to do both 😊 hcs + sketch!

Thank you! ❤️ It always makes me so happy knowing my crocodad art is loved 🥹

For the hcs, I’ll expose the ones from my revolutionary croc au:

-Is Croc the one that stays the most with baby Luffy. It was his decision. Dragon is pretty busy, since is the supreme leader.

-They have a really deep and special bond, since the day Luffy was born.

-Croc gave a cute babanawani plush to Luffy and he can’t sleep without it!

-Croc never wears his hook when is around Luffy, he doesn’t wanna risk to hurt his baby.

-Croc built sand castles and other sand objects or animals just for Luffy entrainment. He uses in general his power for his kid, also for saving him sometimes… Luffy loves risky things.

-Due to their bond, Croc always understands his baby needs.

-Luffy can be exhausting, but Croc can’t be tired of him. Nothing will ever change his love for him 💞

-Croc doesn’t have milk, so he uses a baby feeding bottle. And is better for Croc, Luffy’s appetite is extreme even as a little baby!!

-Be nice around Luffy, or Croc will do everything for destroying you 😳

If I’ll remember/create something more, I’ll add it in another post!

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Thanks again for the ask, you were so kind dear anon❤️

Remember i love asks and you can ask for anything!

I also accept art suggestions, and if i like the idea, I’ll draw it. But they must be about Crocodile, Dragon, and their family in general pls (also other revolutionaries can be present, or Luffy’s siblings (ace/sabo or my ocs)

[xoxorory]

The Glitter Incident (Also Known as That One Date That Never Happened) !

POV: Fem!Reader Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff | Humor | Chaos | Domestic Softness Featuring: Glitter trauma, Damian being a concerned (and lowkey entertained) boyfriend, and Fem!Reader being Very Done™️ Word Count: ~2.6K Requested by: @simpingmyassoff more damimi reqs pls. . . Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment down below!) A/N: English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy! ! ! A/N 2: This is my frist time writing for Damian. . .l!! Hope y'all like it (don't crucify me pls) A/N 3: This happend once to me. . . when i was getting ready for my gymnastics competition. . .

The Getting-Ready Phase of Doom

There was something magical about preparing for a date.

Maybe it was the soft playlist you had on repeat (romantic pop, naturally). Maybe it was the way your lipstick matched your earrings. Or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t blown up anything all day, which in Gotham, was basically a miracle.

You twirled once in the mirror. Soft shimmer on your eyelids, a gentle curl to your hair, the most perfect flowy dress you'd found after an hour of wardrobe warfare.

It was going to be perfect. Damian was picking you up at 7 sharp. You were ready.

Almost.

Until, of course, the Universe got involved.

The Glitterpocalypse Begins

While grabbing your phone from the dresser, your hip bumped a small table. A small, rickety, decorative table you kept meaning to fix or get rid of. On said table: a lone, forgotten glitter popper.

The plastic kind from a birthday party six months ago. The kind you meant to throw away. The kind that, right now, decided to fall and detonate on impact like a sparkly bomb from hell.

POP.

A deafening burst.

A mushroom cloud of metallic pink, blue, and gold.

“…No,” you whispered in horror.

It was too late.

Glitter rained down on you like cosmic punishment. It clung to your arms, your face, your curls, your LIPS—

Your dress was no longer elegant. It was a walking glitter nightmare.

Your makeup? Ruined. Your soul? Also ruined.

You looked like a disco ball had exploded on a very confused Disney princess.

Cue Damian.

Knock knock.

“(Y/N)?” Damian’s calm voice came from the hallway. “I’m here.”

You froze. Your hands mid-air. Your eyes wide. The glitter sparkled menacingly.

You opened the door in slow motion.

Damian stood there, freshly dressed in a soft button-up (black, obviously), hair slightly tousled from the wind, holding a single dark red rose like the romantic menace he was.

And then he saw you.

His brow furrowed slightly.

“…Are you… under attack?”

You just looked at him. “No.”

He blinked. “Did someone glitter bomb you? Was this Grayson? Brown?”

“No.”

A long pause.

“…Did you fight a craft store?”

You groaned, stepping aside and letting him in. “It’s worse.”

The Explanation (And the Panic)

Damian stared around the room. Glitter covered the floor, the furniture, the ceiling fan, even the cat (when did you get a cat?). You paced in front of him like a general who had lost the war.

“There was a popper,” you said, distressed, gesturing at the table. “It fell. It exploded. The glitter’s in my lip balm. Damian, I’m shiny. I’m a human mirror. I sparkle in low light. What if someone sees me and thinks I’m trying to join a boyband from 2008?”

Damian just watched you. “You do sparkle.”

“That’s not helping!”

He reached out and brushed a flake off your cheek. His touch was gentle, his smirk subtle.

“…You’re kind of cute, actually.”

You gasped. “Damian Wayne, this is a crisis.”

“An adorable one.”

Plan B (Glitter Recovery Mission)

Seeing your eyes start to water (and not just from glitter dust), Damian immediately switched gears.

“Alright,” he said, taking your hand. “New plan. No crowds. No candlelit restaurant. Just us, here.”

“But the reservation—”

“Screw the reservation. You need a glitter decontamination unit, not crème brûlée.”

“…That’s fair.”

“I’ll run the shower. You’ll rinse the glitter. I’ll start the laundry.” He sniffed dramatically. “Also, the air smells like sparkly trauma.”

You finally let out a laugh, slumping against him. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

He pulled you into a slow, comforting hug, ignoring the glitter sticking to his shirt. “It already is.”

Phase One: The Shower Battle

Twenty minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, hair damp, cheeks pink, smelling like vanilla and regret.

Damian sat cross-legged on the couch, now in sweats, with a vacuum cleaner nearby and a trash bag full of glittered paper towels.

“The floor’s safe,” he said. “Mostly. I think the couch is beyond saving.”

You eyed the spot next to him. “I’ll just sit on the floor.”

“No you won’t,” he said, pulling you down beside him with a grin. “We suffer together.”

You pouted dramatically. “I’m still glittery inside.”

He tilted his head. “...What does that mean?”

“I inhaled it. I can feel it in my soul.”

He nodded seriously. “We’ll get you a priest.”

Movie Night: Glitter Recovery Edition

You ended up curled on the couch, a blanket over your legs, watching an old black-and-white movie while you sipped cocoa through a glittery straw (the last indignity).

Damian pressed a kiss to your temple. “You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Just embarrassed.”

“You shouldn’t be. You looked magical. Like a chaos faerie.”

You looked up at him. “I hate how weirdly nice that sounds.”

He shrugged. “It’s true.”

You sat in silence for a beat.

“…You’re still a little sparkly,” he added.

“I will fight you.”

Bonus: The Batfam Finds Out

BATPSYCHO'S!!! (oh and Damian's girlfriend)

Steph: [sends a blurry photo of your glitter-covered self from earlier] Steph: “WHAT HAPPENED. WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A BEDAZZLED PIÑATA.”

Cass: “Pretty”

Jason: “Demon Spawn. Did you lose a glitter war.”

Damian: “She's fine. Do not come over.”

Tim: “So that’s a yes.”

Bruce: “No glitter in the Batcave.”

Damian: “It was ONE TIME.”

Alfred: “I’m making tea. Stay sparkly, Miss.” You: ''Thanks Alfred. . .''

The End (Probably. Unless More Glitter Happens.)

As the night wore on and the movie ended, you turned to Damian, sleepily curling into his side.

“…You really don’t mind the glitter?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not even a little.”

“Even if it’s in your hair forever?”

“I’ll live.”

“You’re a good boyfriend.”

“You’re a sparkly menace,” he replied.

You smiled into his shoulder. “I’ll take it.”

[fictionalsillies]

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Imagine waking up in the morning and finding your f/o next to you , their arms gently wrapped around you as they continue to sleep peacefully :

they simply adore being so close to you , listening to the soothing sound of your heartbeat while the rest of the world slowly starts to wake up … you make them feel safe in a way that no one ever has , and if only they could they would make this moment last forever ❣️

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[puckingeccedentesiast]

begging for quinn hughes and “How did you end up like this?” 😵‍💫

Quinn considered himself a tool-body. He was smart and good enough with his hands to fix little problems around both yours and his own respective apartments. A flat battery in a smoke detector, sorted. A leaky window sill, plugged up with silicone before anything could sneak in.

However, on a quaint, sunny Saturday afternoon Quinn went in a little too far over his head when it was decided he would tackle a small plumbing issue. A leaky faucet, which had been dripping in his kitchen.

Quinn very quickly recognised that he was in far over his head, or in this case his ankles as water flowed, ankle-deep around him. The faucet now turned waterfall was doing little but gushing into the overflowing sink and flooding Quinn’s kitchen. Sodden towels, buckets and makeshift damns were easily over run.

His situation was just plain comedy, a broken wrench in his hand, pipes floating around the kitchen in the miniature swimming pool and water leaking from places it definitely wasn’t meant to be leaking from.

The kitchen, now turned watery battle zone had pots and pans strewn around to stop the flooding, the YouTube video Quinn had been watching in which a few steps were absolutely missed.

When you swung open the door, seeing Quinn standing there like a dear in headlights you couldn’t help but let out a light scoff and smirk.

“Quinn, how did you end up like this?” You asked with mock seriousness, this situation was secretly highly amusing you.

Trying to play it cool Quinn looked back at you, absentmindedly flicking his wrist with the spanner in it, "Okay, so, I watched this video—twice, mind you—and I thought I had it under control. But apparently, there's, like, a valve... or maybe a nut? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I turned the wrong one, and—well—everything sort of... exploded?"

You stood there and couldn’t help burst into a fit of giggles as you very clearly remember Quinn stating, “No! Don’t call a plumber, I can handle this!” Reaching for your phone you capture some pictures for future blackmail you asked, “Need me to call that plumber now?”

Thank you for requesting my lovely Ivy! It made my day and I hope this lives up to your standards!

[impish-baby]

I love your writing so much!!!!!!! OMG you are so talented

Anyway, how would the twins react to the kidnapping ask for HIWTHI?

Also, which character in the Yan! Family is the most aware of their yandere behavior?

-🌙

Ahh, I'm glad you liked it!!

If Jack wasn't already suffering from intense older sibling guilt, he definitely is now. Doesn't matter how you were taken, under what circumstance, his mind is finding a way for it to be his fault. Especially if it happened because reader was wondering the street or something similar. He.. he should've done more. If you had felt comfortable enough to go to him and theo, this wouldn't have happened!

You don't think you've ever seen anyone cry so much, but the man is constantly weeping. He can barely bear to look at you, and it's even worse if you're hurt. Jack forces himself though, it's the least he can do because every scratch and bruise is his fault, he deserves to suffer with that fact.

Theo will not outwardly show it, but they're being eaten alive with the same guilt. You have a shadow that follows you everywhere now, a silent protector. They treat you like you're made of porcelain, tenderly bandaging any injuries and snapping at Jaiden if they think he's being too rough with you.

It's actually funny that you asked who was the most aware in this ask as well, because it's the twins!

Jack and Theo have been painfully aware for a while that neither of them have the healthiest mindset or behaviors. The twins are very dependent on each other already, being apart for work or school being the biggest struggle they've had to deal with. They acknowledge it isn't necessarily healthy, but neither of them are in a space where they're going to get help for their issues! So its not a shock when they start to have a growing obsession with reader, if anything they both might feed into it. (I.e. they are both trying to rationalize and excuse it)

You had been neglected for so long, don't you need all the care you can get? They're only doing what should have been done since the start, making up for past mistakes.

[shima-draws]

Nami: So really what I’m saying is that you should probably have some sort of requirement for what you’re looking for in a romantic partner

Nami: And then you can marry them. Like I married Vivi :)

Luffy: I just want someone who can cook for me!

Luffy: But Sanji already does that. And nobody can cook better than Sanji. And nobody is prettier than Sanji

Luffy: So I’ll just marry Sanji! :D

Nami: Oh my god??

Sanji:

Sanji: Wait hold on back up wait a second—

[cheriafreya]

Characters that appear in the Ship of Serenades web event

[ressjin]

tenía esto guardado hace tiempo jksidjr

[certainty2witch]

Ooooff it's so cool to know that the little tidbits that you see in the anime get added to your designs and art and I love that!!! As I've had some time to sleep on it I can now proudly say I think to the straw hats would freak the flip out once they see a slightly older Luffy next to Crocodile. Maybe after he's been made pirate king they come across each other and the crew are all sat in silence looking like-

Lmaooo yeah the crew would be shocked haha surely they will ask a lot of questions to Luffy 😂

Anyway

I wanted to draw older Luffy (in his 30s) next to Crocodile. Hope they are enough similar hahahaha (I know they are💕)

They start to develop a good relationship with time, Luffy needed a bit for starting to appreciate his father, well you already know the reason why he didn’t like him. Even after Marineford their relationship was pretty cold and distant, then somehow Luffy knows that Croc is his other parent.

In the end they are a cute family because i love happy endings and I’m cheesy 😙

[virgothozul]

Jsdcbbccbhcb !! Merci !! tant de personnes ont réagi au précédent post en français ahahahah 🤣 c’est incroyable ! je ne m’attendais pas à tant de réactions merci merci ! Thank you everyone for the attention on my last post !!!

This is when Miles drops at the police station like a prince, a whole year later, nonchalant about his hiatus. And Phoenix is most likely losing his 💩 3 feet away.

[fictionalsillies]

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Your f/o’s honest reaction whenever you don’t believe in yourself :

They know how hard you’re trying and will always be proud of you , no matter what ^^ ❣️

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[obikinetic]

Missing your obikin art hours pls come back to us 💓💓

Anon you are so sweet and I made this just for you 🥺💖