#childofblackmaria

[retroshuttle]

Commission for @childofblackmaria of her beautiful OC Renge! She was really fun to draw. I have totally normal feelings about her....... she’s rly pretty.

[opopnomi]

Lilac, steel, carmine & lemon (as in "the best tags ever") <3

The only thing I can say is

I FREAKING DO !!!!!!!!!!

*offers a lollipop ring as a proof of my undying love*

[usopp-writes]

Hey Didi! I would also love to apply for a date, please <3

For: Rayleigh Your/muse name (nicknames are allowed): Lale Age: 25+ Do you like to cuddle?: YES Can we make-out?: oh absolutely, please. don't be shy! A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out sounds fun, go out for a walk at night afterwards maybe, but I also don't mind going home together. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries! Would you/your muse cook for me?: Cooking is my love language, so absolutely! Would you/your muse let me cook for you/them?: Yesss, I love when people cook for me, especially if they enjoy it. What makes you a good date?: When you get that tingling feeling in your chest when you see their face, stolen glances, small touches "by accident". A good first kiss and the hope of seeing each other again.

Very excited for this. Hope you have fun with your event!

Date application

Slowly Rayleigh swirled the ice cubes in his drink around, hand barely moving. It was a rather calm and warm day, so he was enjoying the calmness with his favorite drink. The sun fell through the windows, bathing him light and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as he let his mind wander.

"By the way, Ray, this letter came for you earlier." Shakky smiled, amusement evident in her tone and eyes, indicating she'd read it. Not that he minded, they had no secrets between them.

Placing his drink down, he took the letter and read it. A chuckle escaped him, before he piced up his drink, emptying it at once.

"Well, it's impolite to let a lady wait." He hummed, amused by the way you'd asked him out. Shakky chuckled to herself and bid him a good time.

He knew where to find you and it didn't take him long, before he casually strolled up to you. "Say, Lale, if I treat you dinner, will you treat me with homemade breakfast tomorrow?" His eyes twinkled lightly with the promise of a night you would never forget.

"I'm sure we can find some strawberries and use them for a late snack. I could ..." He leaned closer to you, his voice teasing, as he continued the sentence in a whisper into your ear. "... eat them off your body. I'm sure they'll taste especially good when eaten like that."

[lawscorazon]

King, Law and Kid for the thing? <3

i’ve never struggled with anything more in my entire life. kicking crying screaming and throwing up

husband - law

one night stand - king

best friend - kid

lets play “husband, one night stand, best friend” send me people to my ask box <3

[eustassslut]

ASDGJHFD i did not mean to give you a heart attack lmao sorry

i always love seeing you on my dash, you seem like a very sweet person and i enjoy your takes on Kid pirates so much! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

you gave me a second mini heart attack (in a good way) with this 😭.

you're actually one of my inspirations for starting this blog, i've been regularly reading what you write for ages as i love how you write and i love seeing you come up on my dash, so seeing you praise me almost sent me into a cardiac arrest.

but thank you so much! you seem like a really sweet person as well <3 and i'm still in shock you follow me back. i actually can't believe i live in a world where one of my favourite writers is praising my writing and me as a person.

[nakunakunomi]

Hi Hazel!! Would you like to answer Kiku for the characters bingo? :)

Hi Lale! I promise I was not ignoring you or anything... I got your ask, prepped the card and my answer, went home from work, and then promptly forgot about it (love it when my brain does that). I didn't get on tumblr for a few days and there were no additional asks for this game so I forgot I reblogged it altogether. I am so sorry!! Wishing you a wonderful day, and thanks for stopping by <3

Nearly ticked off if they were real I'd be afraid of them, because let's be fair, even though she is the sweetest bean, I'd be terrified of the gorgeous giant lady. I just have many feelings about Kiku and a lot of them are UwU or other kaomoji really, mixed with some keyboard smashes and a lot of heart eyes. Climbed up to my top OP characters within minutes of her appearing and has stayed there ever since <3

[nekomacheercaptain]

CHEER YOUR COMMENTS AND TAGS I’M ON THE FLOOR 😭😭😭

best thing to wake up to. i’m so glad you enjoyed your little gift, i was sooo excited to write this for you! all the Rosi love!! thank you so much for the sweet words on it, been feeling bit in a slump about my writing lately but you definitely cured this single-handedly with your reaction asgdhfjfj. also wheezing at that live footage of you and Rosi lmao it’s too funny

sending you lots of hugs!!

IT WAS SO GOOD, LALE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I CHERISH IT

been thinking about it all day 🧍‍♀️ literally never craved him that much while AND after reading a fic, I need to rip him out of your work and have him as my husband RIGHT NOW

Can’t explain my feelings other than this

Thank you so much for the amazing work, and I’m so happy my reaction helped you!!! I adore everything you write, and then getting this FOR ME??? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH thank you for blessing my eyes, mind and fantasy with your incredible writing 🫶

[shankschewtoy]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎ (you don't *have* to, but I'm giving you a star cause I want to)



i copy and pasted this from someone else but i wanted to spread some positivity too!!

…I’m speechless right now. I GOT A STAR GUYS 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜 I’m tagging everyone I know that’s absolutely amazing

@sleepytoby @error525 @otakv-trxsh @owlight @childofblackmaria @mysteriousmagicx @kazenomegaminowanpisu @yaminions @thatonerandomsimpinthecorner @sgnjimmy @imasimpforshanks HAVE A STAR PEOPLE ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ MICHELIN TUMBLR STAR

[retroshuttle]

I’m still so gay for her it’s unreal

Commission for @childofblackmaria! Thank you so much for supporting me!

[wurm-food]

99 from your Spotify Wrapped? >:3c

I Want Your Attention - Moon Boots

[lale-txt]

hello ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

it's Lale, with a new url! childofblackmaria was always supposed to be a placeholder anyway but somehow i stuck with it for almost two years oop

i've been overthinking this for a long time but in the end change was very much needed and it feels really good and right now! however this means that all links on this blog are currently broken which i don't look forward to fix LMAO

so please have a little patience with me while this blog is under construction for a while ヾ(_ _。）

[opopnomi]

Momo, hiii ♪

Lale love <3 Thanks for asking ! - This is THE song I am listening when I need some energy boost

Never Say Die You're gonna see me standing with my fist in the sky

and

They don't know the heat of the fire that made me So come for my crown but you're leaving hands empty No patience 'cause this is my Determined I won't be deprived I'm feeling the beat of my feet on the pavement

Never Say Die by Neoni

SEND ME A  ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE ASK GAME

[usopp-writes]

i'm sending a second one but you don't have to do it right away, i'm sure people are getting in line because this is so much fun 👉👈

For: Pirate King Gol D. Roger Your/muse name (nicknames are allowed): Lale Age: 25+ Do you like to cuddle?: YEAH Can we make-out?: PLEASE YES A night in or dinner out?: maybe a walk outside and then take things inside, going home to someone where we have a bit more privacy (i imagine you attract attention easily with a wanted man by your side) Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Going for ice cream this time Would you/your muse cook for me?: Yes, it's my love language. Would you/your muse let me cook for you/them?: Hmm, do I trust Roger in the kitchen? I'm ready to find out! What makes you a good date?: I'm soft and caring but always up for some mischief! And a good kisser, hehe.

Thank you Didi, you're such a gem!

Date application

"Rayleigh, look. Lale sent me a date application. Cute, isn't it?" Roger smiled brightly, waving the letter in front of his best friend. The excitement was not to miss in Roger's face, as he planted the letter down on the desk.

Not waiting for Rayleigh to read or comment on it, Roger continued to speak. "So I was thinking about taking Lale to a picnic on the beach when we hit land next time, before exploring it. Unless it's swarmed with marines, but if we hit land where they can't see us, it should give us some hours, right? Anyway, it should be fine."

He was already at the door, before Rayleigh finally spoke up. "I think we have everything needed for homemade ice cream. Why don't you start your date by you and Lale making some?"

A big bright smile spread on Roger's face at the suggestion. "YES." And with that he was out the door, out to find you. It didn't take him long, he simply kept asking around, the man could never be subtle, even if he tried.

"Lale, dearest." He grabbed your by the waist and pulled you in for a side hug. "Let's make ice cream and when we hit land, we can have a picnic on the beach, then come back to the ship for our ice cream, before having some alone time." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, as to indicate just what alone time could mean, if you were up to it.

[thefatiguedfatale]

Rayleigh’s melancholy is…

a small folded piece of paper. It is tattered and yellowed and the creases so weak that a gentle breeze left it prone to rip.

It is a paper opened only twice in its lifespan. 

The first time…

It arrived folded neatly into the palms of younger, less calloused palms.

‘I was afraid I wouldn’t find the words. So I wrote them in a letter…’ those words alone could barely pass your lips without a quiver. 

His curiosity had peaked as he graciously accepted and began reading your note.

You desperately hoped the whipping bitter winds flying across the Oro Jackson would cool your burning cheeks. 

The moments in which he read your message felt like hours before his gaze lingered back up at you.

The thought of running away immediately hit your mind and your legs, but before you could pivot into a full sprint in the opposite direction,

you saw it. 

The slow and loving smile creeping its way on his face. 

The only thing Rayleigh could do was nod, unsure of his own ability to create a sentence that would be able to express the swelling of his heart.

Not even a second later, he had you wrapped in his arm, his hands still gripping the note.

A sigh left your body, as both of your hearts rang out. 

‘Finally’

The second time…

was decades later. When the sparkle of the Sabody waters he watched brushed along the edge of the island, gently drifted away his thoughts miles and miles away from him. 

He put hands in tattered pockets, just playing with the old yellowed and eaten away note between his finger tips.

He didn't know what brought him here to the shores of Sabody. Maybe it was the way the sun shined as brightly as you used to smile. Or maybe it was the sweet vendor on the island that had the same eyes as you, the same hair. Or maybe it was the- 

Rayleigh attempted to will his emotions to wash away with the offgoing tides. 

‘No more.

Please.’

But instead, in return, the tides chose to mock him. 

Instead of washing away the tears his heart poured out, they returned the melancholy 10 fold in the form of a muted pale, and dull heart. 

His very own.

Or at least the one that he used to own.

Its beat thrumming in a language long forgotten to Rayleigh. 

This was the heart that he had let die with the Oro Jackson…with Roger…and with you.

He didn't notice his fingers pulling out the note. 

There was not a lot of room on the small piece of ripped paper. Only enough room for a few sentences. However, the emotions that poured out, overflowed upon its reopening.

He had tried his best before not to think about you after his departure from Roger’s crew. He had tried not to think of each time you smiled at him from across the deck. Or each time you run after the children on the boat baring your teeth and claws in mock terror shrieks of laughter ripping across the deck. 

He had tried his best to not think about the lips he would never be able to press against his own instead, now forever out of reach.

And yet…

His eyes caressed its gaze over your handwriting again one final time. 

But the old carved scar on his heart began to ache with a pain that not even he could withstand.

And with 

a deep

slow breath, he turned away from the Sabody waters, closing the note and pushed it back deep into his pocket.

As he willed his aching heart to do the same.

For: @childofblackmaria

[valval08]

The time has finally come for hell 😭😭😭😭 … LENT!!!!

Unfortunately for Lent I am giving up tumblr for 40 days 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 which mean no more Law fics or any other fics like Zoro for me for the time being. Not forever though OMG I’d die if that had to happen.

To my favorite writers @sashi-ya @mimi-ya @cyborg-franky @tsunderedoctor @kazenomegaminowanpisu @zoro-kun @the-witch-of-one-piece @uchihabbynic @sanjisblackasswife @childofblackmaria @nympheclipse @strawhatsoraya @jadedrrose @cherriemarieee @sabo-has-my-heart and many many many more people I would like to name. You all do amazing work!!!! And I can’t wait to come back to read anything more that you create. Even to reread previous work cause all you guys do is amazing.

Lent is over on April 8!!! I’ll be back on April 9!!!!!!

[cebwrites]

“only one bed” trope (Kidd)

part one of suggestions i got from the lovely patron saint of dilfs herself @childofblackmaria 💕

gn reader but kidd uses “princess” in a mocking way once, poly (KilKidd x reader), slightly suggestive at times word count: 1k

He’s stubborn, he’ll fight you for it even if there’s more than enough room for the both of you to sleep comfortably without touching each other - of course he will, it’s his own bed; obviously it’s fit for a king, too

He’ll pick a fight over which side is comfiest and the two of you will end up bickering (while getting into that very same bed) for at least a small portion of your bedtime routine

Either the both of you end up “arguing” until you fall asleep, resting comfortably on the cushion of Kidd’s tit and occasionally murmur retorts to whatever nonsense he’s sleepily spouting, barely even conscious

Or Killer comes in wielding a frying pan like a weapon to tell you two to knock it off because the yelling’s keeping everyone else within earshot up - these two scenarios are regular occurrences, but Kidd’s crew doesn’t get the former NEARLY enough for the sake of their rest

If the two of you are away from the Punk for once and have to share one of those measly motel beds (because this was the only place on the island that would take Kidd and his band of infamous misfits and Killer warned you lot not to cause a scene this time), your captain isn’t exactly happy

They’re always just slightly too small for him to sleep right at his stature (your heart goes out to what Wire and Heat have to put up with) and there’s little space in those shitty rooms for him to unwind and work on his prosthetic comfortably

So safe to say, they always put Kidd in a bad mood; you’ve gotten used to this though - over the years that you’ve known each other you’ve learned to navigate through his mood swings, in no small part thanks to Killer’s help, and the two of you work in tandem to make sure Kidd doesn’t end up blowing a hole through the wall of the only shelter you’ve all seen in weeks The three you you cram into that tiny room together, taking in the sad state of things. Killer considers just biting the bullet and getting another room but you remind him that this would take them over budget and with Kidd already fuming by the window, you’d need all the help you could get. Plus - you, Kidd, and Killer a package deal, after all. Kidd haphazardly kicks off his boots an flops on the pathetic excuse they have to call a mattress for the night, weary from travel and bordering on hangry, nearly taking up the whole damn bed with his starfish position alone. He lifts his head to glare at the eyes on him, “What are you lookin’ at, princess? I called dibs on this cheap hunk a’ shit so I’ll be the only one sleeping here, got it.” You ignore Kidd’s goading, leaning in to press your forehead against Killer’s mask instead when he tells you that he’s going to make sure the others settle in okay and that he’ll make it up for leaving you to hold down the fort later. When you turn back to your captain, you could’ve sworn that the expression he wore was treading dangerously close to a pout. “Must be sore, huh? We’ve been walking for three days now.” “Oh fuck off, it’ll take a lot more than that to mess my shit.” “Of course, Cap’. I’m gonna at least shower though. Join me if you want, unless you’re too much of a ‘tough guy’ for basic hygiene, too.” You snark at him over your shoulder, paying no mind to Kidd’s warning growl as you towel up and head for the bathroom. The warm water is a godsend on your back, washing away half a week’s worth of grime and loosening the tension in your shoulders. Soon enough, your captain appears by the door, surly as ever. There isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he’d fit in the tub with you but he makes do with a stool from underneath the sink. You fawn and coo over him, washing out the dirt and god knows what else from his hair - Kidd doesn’t complain, much. He’s taking a much needed load off. Not until you dump a ladle of water over his head and it turns into and all out war. Killer arrives just in time to pull you out of the ‘deadly’ headlock Kidd traps you with - face fully buried in his tits, of course. It’s not long until Kil’s tosses his worn down jeans to join his lovers under the heavenly spray of warm water on his aches and sores either. There isn’t much space to move around, but you make do in the tub; Kidd leant back against it while you rest your head in the crook of his neck, hand absentmindedly grazing over his chest, Killer gently massaging away the dull throb in his stump despite all Kid’s posturing about being “too strong” to need rest on their way here. Fortunately, the bath (and pampering) was what your captain needed to pull the stick out of his ass. Kidd is still none too pleased when he looks at the place he’ll be resting his head tonight but only leaves it at a vague grumble this time, whacking it thoroughly with his towel to get rid of the anything he must’ve brought in when he laid down earlier. Killer takes a seat by the desk, you both dry different sections of the shaggy blonde fluff coming from his head, now surprisingly soft after at least a couple of hours in the shower. You can’t help but smile when Killer pulls you down to plant a kiss on your neck, the tickle of his goatee makes you laugh. Somehow, the three of you manage to jenga yourselves into a position that was at the very least bearable, that old motel bed somehow miraculously retaining it’s integrity under the weight of two larger than grown average men and one average adult pressed between them. It’s hardly anything to write home about, but as you drift off against Kidd’s arm for the night, both of Killer’s wrapped snugly around your midsection, you thank the stars that the crew was adamantly against the idea enough to deter Kidd from taking a previous path that would have lead all of you into the jungle instead.