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Update

A wip that I have been working on for a while now. Hopefully soon I should be posting another chapter of shipwright's brig soon. Life has been hectic and getting pretty bad as of recent so please accept this crumb ❤✨

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It was such a pleasure being able to get a Com done with you! I AM SOBBING 😭😭🤍✨❤

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THIS✨THIS✨THIS✨ 👏👏👏

It hurts me that someone went into your comments and did that shit 😭😓👿👿

It's insane to be someone had the fucking balls to type and COMMENT that shit!

I may be 21 but I KNOW what the fuck not to say cause HOLY FUCK

Are kids these days just not learning the concept of "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"? Go back to your playpen fr and come back when you can actually be polite. Don't come in my comments acting like you're the authority on fanfictions. I don't know if its just cos you're a fucking child (yes, I think 19 is still young. I don't care that you're legally not a minor, your brain is still forming) but since nobody taught you proper internet etiquette, you don't fucking go around telling authors - who spend their time writing fics for free so you can have entertainment for free, and do not owe you anything - that their fic is "kinda underwhelming" and "not bad but okay". I'm actually really fucking proud of that fic, and the notes on it show that people clearly agree, so maybe you should consider that its not fucking for you and fuck back off to daycare. I've seen some awful fucking fics on the internet but not once have I left a comment telling someone their fic isn't good cos you know what? Those people probably put their heart into the fic, and they didn't write it for me, they wrote it because THEY wanted to write it.

Get a fucking grip, if you can't say anything nice then don't fucking comment, all you're doing is making yourself look like an asshole. Don't like my writing? Good for you, I couldn't care less, I wish you well on your internet journey to find the right fic for you, but don't fucking leave people mean comments. If i had been someone with a thin shell or really new to writing that comment could have been really fucking hurtful, and I might have been discouraged to ever write again. Consider your actions next time and keep it to your fucking self.

I don't write for you, I write for ME, I write because its fun for me to do. I don't owe you shit.

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I just wanted to say how reading y'all, yapping about our one piece OCs together and playing doll has been brightening my days lately. Internet is a dark place to travel sometimes and I'm glad we managed to create this small, happy bubble of tolerance, happiness and daily serotonin delivery together. y'all writing and drawing works are amazing, each in their own ways, and I hope we're gonna continue have fun and bully Kid Pirates all together for a long time. ❤️

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Brig thoughts

Wire confessing to Brig

Brig is such the gal to be so oblivious to certain things *cough* love *cough*

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Brig thoughts

Wire confessing to Brig

Brig is such the gal to be so oblivious to certain things *cough* love *cough*

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AHHHH THIS IS SO BRIG AND WIRE TOGETHER!!! 😭😭✨❤

Wire: The Enabler

Word Count: 400+

Themes: Wire x afab!reader, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, Dom x Sub, brat!reader

Notes: I love this man, and I have some thoughts to share about him.

Most people assume Wire is a hard and mean dom. He degrades, snears, pushes, prods, and engages in hard kinks that could make a whore blush. Your crew warned you:

"Oh, no. You don't ‘brat’ to Wire. He's exceptionally mean and does not engage well once provoked."

No.

Not your Wire.

In your experience with the taller Kid Pirate, he's been nothing but an sweet to coincide with your brattiness. He doesn't want to tame you. He doesn't want to change you. He wants to spoil you, and he wants to make you worse.

He's an enabler.

You want to be in a bad mood? All huffy and pouty when you don't get your way? A little bit angry and pent up with your fury?

Get on your back. He's going to pout empathetically and sarcastically at you while holding a vibrator flush to your clothed core. He'll nod along while you attempt to maintain your composure, hand gripping at his wrist while he holds you hostage to your desires.

No, he'll wait. He loves your bad mood. Keep being angry, it's adorable. Especially when you can't hold back anymore, and cry out for him when waves of your bliss crash over you.

You want to sit on his face and use him as your own personal toy? Yes. He's ready to be taken advantage of and will gaze lovingly up at you while you get his lips, chin, and nose all messy.

Good luck getting up though. Once you're sat there, he's addicted to your pleasure.

You want praise for a good deed? He's gonna call you his good little thing, while his hand sneaks below your hemline and teases your clit. Fingers carding through your folds, he’ll whisper nothing but honey while gathering your slick on his girthy fingers. C'mon, you were so good today. You can keep being good for him.

You want to cum?

Are you sure?

He's gonna make you cum, and keep cumming, until you beg and plead for him to stop. Even still, he knows your limits and will ensure you're completely tuckered out by the time he's finished enjoying you. Lips, tongue, teeth, nose, fingers, thumbs, and finally as much of his impossibly large cock as you can take: he’ll use it all to take care of his bratty little submissive partner.

You belong to him, after all.

When he finally does stop carving out pathways for your ecstasy, he's all affectionate words, half-hooded eyes, and tenderness you would never expect from a hot-pants, thigh high fishnets, hooded cloak, and harness-clad gentleman.

Beneath all that costume of sharp edges and hypnotic gruff, there's a gentle giant who wants to enable his brat.

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If you have any questions about me or Brig, feel free to ask! I can't wait to answer your questions! Until then!!

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Powers: (Y/n) has powers of the Sut Sut No Mi. The Step Step Fruit. Which allows the user to walk on any surface and in mid air.  Summary: (Y/n) Shristi also known as Captain Brig, a well known underground shipwright, has her own huge ship that harbors up to 8 other ships in docks that allows her crew to fix up other pirate ships that are in need of fixing or upgrades. (Y/n) who was a student under Dr Vegapunk for 8 years, after a tragic incident that caused her to lose both arms and legs. Dr Vegapunk took her in, gave her arms and legs prosthetics to allow the girl to walk and still be an adventurous teen, there (Y/n) learned and became a brilliant scientist and inventor. Back to the present where her mighty ship and mighty crew full of shipwrights, come across two struggling men in the sea, and then a whole crew and their ship split in half and in parts of their beloved vessel floating in the ocean…The Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates…How strange. Note: So this is after Law and Bepo escape Blackbeard, and Kid and his crew is fucking decimated from Shanks. Enjoy lovelies!! This is def not following the canon events-

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Chapter 4: The Tales of the Forgotten Isle

The sight of greens and browns of all shades would zoom past her vision. The sounds of birds and the strong thumps of horse hooves against the ground running filled her ears. The wild wind blowing through her hair harshly, bouncing in the wind that passes by her rushing form. The beautiful black steed below her runs fast through the forest path towards her town. Her small child hands holding onto the mane of the black steed. Her eyes trailing upwards to see the lower and upper parts of the trees pass her, seeing life thrive around her. Birds flying in the air, squirrels jumping from branch to branch, butterflies of all colors flying in the air, and finally a hawk that soared high in the blue sky, letting out a loud call, piercing her little ears. 

She didn't mind though, she felt free, at peace, one with the wind, one with her steed. She was with her happy family, her friends, and town. Her isle. Her HOME. Wild Country, the home of an old retired pirate crew settled down all together as a family. Have started farming in agriculture and livestock. But the thing that made Wild Country, Wild Country? It's wild horses running, grazing, and roaming the land. 

“Now now! Settle down you littles!” Angus would laugh as the kids were prying stories from him. Their little curious minds wanting to know more about their great world that they lived on. “There we go.” The children had finally stopped talking and asking questions all at once. Angus couldn't help but smile, the children of their crew rowdy and adventurous. He truly admired them for that. 

A young girl would speak up. “Navigator Angus, could you tell us more about Captain Brig’s homeland?” Angus would let a soft smile take place on his lips nodding his head.

“Of course my little one! For those who haven't heard of it, it was a great island full of life and its wild horses. It was called Wild Country. This place was just vibrant with life! Magical forests to be seen, plains greener than any field you could ever see. This place was just as alive as its people were. The small town full of farmers that used to be pirates, part of a wonderful close knit crew, that decided to settle down after a long time of sailing with one another. Captain Brig’s parents were part of the crew and then had Captain Brig while on the island. Cap’s parents owned the largest ranch on the isle, full of horses, and helped people be able to tame and breed them. Might I also say that I believe Brig, even though quite young, was able to tame the wildest of horses.” Angus spoke in a kind tone towards the kids, as he would run his fingers across the table trying to let the kid imagine that his fingers were a horse running wildly.

“Captain had two horses! Shipwright, who was a beautiful black friesian, and Jasper, a wonderful, strong, wild, painted horse. Jasper was the one that took Captain a while to tame, since that horse was so wild that all the adults had given up on trying to tame it. But of course our wonderful, known stubborn captain, at the ripe age of 8, tamed that horse and showed them how it was done!” The kids would cheer, laughing with one another, their tiny bright sparkling eyes still on Angus. “Though besides the horses and its people, what I have heard from Captain Brig is that it was not the only thing on the island. Supposedly there was a cave, full of stories of a hidden island, full of creatures from out of this world.” Angus’s tone would drop as if he were whispering. “Captain said one time to me and Yael in the drunken stupor that she used to study all the ancient writing on the walls with the paintings so much that one day, she could read it. This land full of creatures was called Sonaria. With supposedly beasts called the Wardens,  and its warrior would protect the land from being found.”

One of the kids would stand from their seat leaning over the table trying to get a little closer to Angus to ask him their question. “So instead of Captain looking for Laughtale, is she looking for Sonaria?” Angus would let out a deep belting laugh, shaking his head. 

“Oh, no no my dear child. Captain Brig has sworn to never search for that place. If this island is really real and is actually being hidden, Cap doesn't want it to be found, so she keeps her secrets and swears she will never search for it. Though if we happen to come across this island we will admire then leave. We definitely do not want to ruin an island that has not been touched by the world government, nor do we want the world government to find it. Because if so, this island’s wardens and warrior will come after us!” Angus would jump from his seat, letting out a roar. The kids screamed, smiling as they would get up from their seats running, with Angus in tow chasing after them playfully.

Law, from the corner of the room, watched Angus chase around the children, growling and roaring, making the kids scream playfully. These kids had a wonderful life for being on a ship like theirs, even though being children of pirates, they enjoyed their home and their adventures. Learning things that they were interested in, and taking information in as much as they could get their little innocent hands on. 

The kids would run over to their Captain still screaming, running away from Angus, the children hiding behind (Y/n). For as drunk as she was she would smile looking, back at them over her shoulder and seeing Angus freeze and stand up straight, clearing his throat. “C-captain.” (Y/n) couldn't help but smile seeing the confident man almost shrink at being before his captain, her. 

“Angus. Do you mind telling me why the kids are hidin’ behind me?” (Y/n) would raise a brow, a smile still plastered on her face chuckling softly. The kids behind her giggling, watching their nervous navigator Angus. “Now now, don't be hidin’ anything from me ye kids!” She would turn around smiling, grabbing a 5 year old boy, lifting him up and holding him. 

The boy's eyes wide with excitement as his mouth would open in a big smile “Cap! Is it true that you rode on horses? And that you grew up with them?” The boy's eyes stared intensely at his Captain holding him. 

That smile on (Y/n)’s face would turn soft as she would smile, nodding her head. “Oh yes, my dear little cowboy. There were herds of many kinds of horses running through the plains and forests. My parents had a ranch full of horses.” The boy's eyes would twinkle with interest. “I had my own two horses named Jasper, his coat mixed with the darkness of the browns of a grand tree and white of the clouds in the bluest skies in this world. Then finally Shipwright, my beautiful stallion of the night, her coat deep as the darkest black depths of this feared mother ocean.” she would scrunch her nose, bringing her own hand up tapping the young boy's nose with her finger. He would giggle, squealing as she would set back down the boy with a smirk. 

“Captain Brig, is it true that you named the Shipwright's Brig after your horse?” a girl standing next to the boy would speak up, her eyes wide with curiosity. Simply Brig would nod her head, smiling and crouching down to be at their level, even though she was still much taller than the kids before her. 

“Now better get along before the big scary Angus gets you!” she would scream playfully. With that the kids would squeal, running off as Angus would continue their chase after them. (Y/n) just laughing and watching. Law just watched. Everything about this felt familiar. Having people care and love you. Making sure you are safe from all harm and kept innocent as much as possible before being thrown out into the harsh world once getting older. It kinda reminded him of when he was younger with Cora… 

Wire in the distance was sitting with Heat and watched the interaction from afar. Kid was too drunk to even care what was going on, with Killer trying to make sure that Kid doesn’t get mad or upset by any means and maybe hurt someone of the Shipwright crew. The way (Y/n) had interacted with the kids was natural, like she knew what she was doing. The way she talked calmly and made their eyes just light up with fascination. It was astonishing to see such a scary, bloodthirsty woman calm around children. It was like looking at a whole new person. 

Who was this woman truly?

The night had stretched on, the party slowing as crewmates cleaned up their messes and made their way back to their rooms to rest before the coming day. (Y/n) was nowhere in sight now. Kid, his commanders, and crew made their way back to their room. Law's crew and first mate were already back at their room, more than likely sleeping away. Though Law couldn't find himself tired yet. Memories and thoughts running rampant in his head. He was now on the upper deck next to the railing watching the dark ocean illuminated by the moon below him pass. Hearing the clanks of metal on glass would have him turning his head to see (Y/n) standing in the large glass dome that's above her workshop. She stood there, now in what it seemed to be pajamas, which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Her hair up in a bun on the back of her head, makeup removed. A bottle of rum in her hand as she would raise it taking a big swig of it. Soon her tall form bends over to sit on top of the glass. 

Law would quietly make his way over to the helm and now, leaning against the railing behind her. He would let out a soft sigh but part scoff. “You know if you keep drinking like that, your liver will fail you.” All Law would get would be a hand wave of dismissal. 

“To be honest, whatever kills me quicker I truly don't mind.” She would sigh, her back towards him, her skin adorned in tattoos of ropes, lassos, and a few small silhouettes of horses. The only outstanding tattoo on her was on both of her left and right shoulders. On her right was a large ‘VP 0.5’ and on her left was a huge metal detailed X with a cross-air in the middle, with what looked like electricity coming out of the top and sides. Though the comment she made would make Law's skin crawl with disappointment and disapproval. He would watch her as she set down the bottle of rum, reaching into her shorts pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Pulling one from the box and putting it in her mouth, she would light the cigarette covering the flame with her hand. Soon taking a long drag of her cigarette, pulling it away from her lips and letting out a cloud of smoke. “I know that might not be your thing, Captain Trafalgar D. Law, but I would rather die due to my own mistakes, then die to any other pirate's or damned Marines. So. Let me smoke and drink in peace will yah?” She would snap a bit at him.

Law was quiet now. (Y/n) bringing her cigarette back up to her mouth taking another long pull, the end of the cigarette lighting up in bright orange embers as it burned, sending the smoke through her lips into her lungs. Exhaling, she would look back over at him. Her sharp blue and orange eyes meet his grey eyes. “So what brings yah out here in the middle of the night? I thought yous would be asleep in your cabin with the rest of yer crew.”

Law would shrug a bit a smirk on his face now. “Just not feeling tired, can a man not have one night being up late?” Law would ask smugly, his eyes never leaving hers, but the longer he stared into her eyes he felt the familiar chill go down his own spine. 

“Not judging, just questioning.” a smile would creep up onto (Y/n)’s face. Soon bringing the bottle of rum to her lips again, taking a small sip this time. The soft flow of yellow from her legs and arms would illuminate the space around her. “Have ye ever just wanted to jump into the ocean and sink for a while just to enjoy the feelin’ of the ocean around yer body?”

Law’s smug smirk would instantly disappear as he would look at the female like she was crazy. Well, she is crazy. “What? You would be absolutely insane just to jump into the ocean knowing that you have a devil fruit and can't swim!” He would almost be yelling in anger just for this woman to say something absolutely insane.

“Hey! Like I was sayin’! Just questioning!” She would put her hands up in a defensive manner, shrugging her shoulders. “But of course I would have someone on standby to fetch me out of the water,” she would burst out laughing, a tear escaping her eye. Now she wasn't drinking like earlier…she was drinking earlier out of happiness and joy. Now? Law could see it in (Y/n)’s eyes. Sadness, pain, loss. She now wasn't drinking out of happiness, but out of pain. Law would calm down looking at her. This cheerful, happy girl was just actually suffering. But she did hide it well.

Law would jump over the railing and gently walk across the glass, being surprised that the glass was thicker than what he thought. He would then sit a good few feet away from her to the side and look over at her. That smile on her face that had accompanied her face moments ago was now just a small sad smile. “There really are days that I just wish I could swim again without a worry in the world and just live my life free. Still back on the ranch taking care of the horses, going for a ride every mornin’ and maybe even just a late nigh’ ride,” she would look down at the cigarette between her fingers. Bringing it up and taking a huff of it again. “Being able to hear the sounds of wildlife around me without a worry in the world,” she would sigh, smoke leaving her lips. Law’s eyes would just watch her intently, listening to the taller woman next to him spill her wishes. Why was this woman just spilling out her wants to him? Is she really drunk or is she not? “Sorry…just mumblin',” she would sigh, hanging her head low and then rubbing her hand against the back of her neck.

With that (Y/n) would begin to collect her things. Putting her cigarette pack back into her pocket and picking up the bottle of rum she would stand, looking down at Law. “Get some sleep. We are going to be docking at the next island soon to get some supplies,” she would state. Her carefree nature gone, replaced by a now very serious tone and manner. Before Law could say anything she was already walking through the air back towards the door to the lower decks of the ship, that he could only assume was her going to bed. 

Law was now left there to himself and the sounds of the ocean lapping up against the huge hull. The moon was still high in the sky and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. He was left in his own thoughts. His mind raced with so many questions about (Y/n). What happened to her own homeland? Why was she out here on the sea and not with her parents back on Wild Country? What caused her to lose her limbs? Was she by chance born without her limbs or did some freak accident happen to her to lose them? Wait no… He remembers her talking to Kid earlier about her robotic limbs…

“.... since I was robbed of that pretty young….”

God. What really happened to her?

Unaware of all the sleeping crew, the ship slowly closed in on its next island. In the distance the familiar shape of an island comes into view. An old worn down ocean bobber sign drifting from side to side. The worn down words on the sign would read.

Wild Country

Home of the Wild Horses

Population 177  0

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Chapter 3: The Wrath of a Woman

Powers: (Y/n) has powers of the Sut Sut No Mi. The Step Step Fruit. Which allows the user to walk on any surface and in mid air.  Summary: (Y/n) Shristi also known as Captain Brig, a well known underground shipwright, has her own huge ship that harbors up to 8 other ships in docks that allow’s her crew to fix up other pirate ships that are in need of fixing or upgrades. (Y/n) who was a student under Dr Vegapunk for 8 years, after a tragic incident that caused her to lose both arms and legs. Dr Vegapunk took her in, gave her arms and legs prosthetics to allow the girl to walk and still be an adventurous teen, there (Y/n) learned and became a brilliant scientist and inventor. Back to the present where her mighty ship and mighty crew full of shipwrights, come across two struggling men in the sea, and then a whole crew and their ship split in half and in parts of their beloved vessel floating in the ocean…The Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates…How strange. Note: So this is after Law and Bepo escape Blackbeard, and Kid and his crew is fucking decimated from Shanks. Enjoy lovelies!! This is def not following the canon events- WC: 3.5k

“(Y/n)! Please hold still, you know what could happen while you move while I’m trying to get your nerves connected!” Lilith would scowl at (Y/n). There she laid on the operating table grumbling softly as Lilith worked on her right arm trying to make sure that the nerves could connect to the metal arm, so finally she could have feeling and control of arms better. “Thank you Brig..” she would sigh as she would finally get the last wire connected and suddenly pain would shoot through her right arm. Brig leaning forward and gasping heavily, her metal arm now connected to her nerves clenching and tearing into the bed below her. 

The world was spinning, a high ringing in her ears. “T-To loud!” (Y/n) would let out a broken scream of a sob. Her shaky legs moving as her stilted feet would be placed on the ground as she would try to stand. Her eyes shook as the world continued to spin.

“(Y/n)! PLEASE! You need to sit down!” Lilith would yell, quickly making it to her side trying to get her to sit back down. But suddenly (Y/n) would hunch over puking, everything that she had eaten that day gone from her stomach. “S-Shit! Dr! BRIG ISNT LISTENING GET IN HERE!” Lilith would yell for Dr. Vegapunk the man himself. With that the man himself would run in quickly trying to calm down (Y/n). 

(Y/n)’s breathing heavy as she cried out, nose and mouth covered in puke. Suddenly the world would fade into black as she would pass out in Lilith’s and Vegapunk’s arms, as they would quickly lay back onto the table. 

“Damnit Lilith! I told you to put her to sleep while she does it!” The dr would yell looking over at Lilith with rage and concern in his eyes. 

“She said she could handle it! I felt bad about putting her under when she didnt want to be put under!” Lilith would yell back. The body of (Y/n) passed out on the table, finally the soft yellow glow emitting from her arm.

(Y/n) ontop of the huge cannon smiling wickedly. “Alrighty boys girls and nonbinary hoes! LETS LIGHT SHIT UP!” she would scream and with that the whole crew would scream in roars of glee and joy. Kid’s eyes were wide at the sight of this huge cannon that (Y/n) stood upon. Law’s eyes even wider already knowing that this cannon would do some good damage to the marine’s ships.

With that, both Yael and Angus would quickly step forward jumping over the railing to also land ontop of the cannon with Captain Brig. Only a bloodthirsty look on (Y/n)’s face as she stared down the marine ships. In the distance, distant booms sounded as cannonballs were being fired at the Shipwright’s Brig. WIth a quick spring of her legs, (Y/n) would take to the air quickly running, the thrusters on the back of her calves coming to life, as her speed built up quickly. 

A cannonball nearing towards her, but with a quick movement, turning herself away and onto her side, putting her foot out, the cannonball would make contact and with a bright flash from her calves, the cannonball is sent back even faster back at the marines. Then in the distance the marine ship in the middle, there’s a loud explosion as a huge cloud of smoke emits from the front of the sinker. “Good one Brig!” Yael would smile as it seemed like she was working on the cannon with Angus, seemingly getting it fired up and ready.

Falling back down towards the ship she would land on the side of the mast, crouched as she looked up over at the marines seeing the damage she did, the wicked smile on her face growing even more. “READY THE CANNONS AND WALL SHIELDS!” (Y/n) would bark orders down at the crew. A man close to Kid would smile looking at him.

“Alrighty! When I tell you to pull that lever that you are infront of, pull it!” the man with a woman loading up a cannon. Kid would nod his head lookin at the lever before him before looking back at the man ready to pull it when he says so. A few cannonballs nearing the side of the ship that kid was on and the man would scream at kid to pull the lever now. Kid quickly grabbed the lever and pulled it, the sound of rumbles would come from his feet and infront of him, as suddenly a large thick sheet of metal would quickly shoot out, reclining backwards and then sending the cannonballs back and splashing into the water. Kid’s eyes wided upon seeing this mechanism. It was fucking bloody brilliant. Kid couldn’t help but let out a joyous belly gut laugh.

Brig’s eyes looking down at Kid and smirking upon seeing his reaction to their defense mechanism on their ship. The ship, full speed now heading towards the marines. All the smaller cannons pointed towards the marine ships on the left and right, then firing, with the help of Killer, WIre, and Heat. The huge series of cannonballs firing at the marines, most of them hitting the marine ships, explosions seen from where they were, the mast of the left marine ship, crumbling and falling over, causing the ship to tilt and start to sink slowly. “ONE DOWN! TWO TO GO!” Brig would laugh hopping down from where she was on the side of the mast back onto the cannon, now crouched in a feral position, that wicked smile of hers still not gone.

To be honest, she loved death. She loved hearing the cries of men in the distance as their ship began to sink, the men trying to board onto another ship but failing. Her sharp eyes staring down and watching men sink and drown. Oh how she could just have an orgasm from that. “AGAIN! GET THOSE CANNONS LOADED FASTER! WATCH OUT FOR MORE INCOMING FIRE!” she would bark. Law couldn’t help but watch as the crew swiftly got ready for the next firing of their cannons, and effortlessly listened to Captain Brig. A fire in every single crewmate’s eyes as they fought for their home, their ship, for their Captain.

In the distance more booms rang across the sky, and the series of cannonballs were headed towards them, and with quick thinking, multiple of the thick metal sheet walls would pop up, reclining backwards and sending the cannonballs back, some hitting the marine ships, and some hitting into the water. A loud crack would fill the air as one of the barrier walls would snap and start falling down towards the crew, but with quick thinking Kid using his devil fruit powers, would catch the large sheet of metal before landing and squashing any poor crewmates.

Kid smirking a sinister smile, and with a strong wave of his flesh hand, the sheet of metal would go flying towards the right marine ship, hitting it on the base, causing loud cracks and slowly it began to sink. “GOOD ONE KID!” Angus would laugh as he continued to work on the large cannon with Yael. 

“Alright! Time to wipe these fuckers!” Brig would smile as Yael and Angus would back away giving her a thumbs up. Suddenly Brig's yellow and blue eyes would move, the lines in her eyes moving as she would coordinate calculations, slowly the cannon moving to point towards the last standing marine ship. With a quick nod of her head, her glasses would fall down into place over her eyes and nose, Brig placing her hands on the cannon crouched down. The sounds of her arms doing a cling, as her arms adjust, the metal moving and letting out smoke, and with a quick flash from her hands the cannon would fire, a loud boom and causing the whole ship to jolt a bit. (Y/n)’s whole body would jolt with the cannon but staying tightly in place. That wilde crazed smile would widen even more seeing the whole marine ship before them explode up in smoke and flames. The Shipwright’s crew let out victorious roars seeing the last ship go down.

Kid’s and Killer’s eyes were just wide upon seeing such a strong cannon, that only they can assume that (Y/n) had built this weapon. Brig’s arms would make a cling sound again as steam and smoke is emitted from her arms and legs. Standing at full her covered eyes stared down where the Maine ships went down, that sick sadistic smile still plastered on her face.

Law could only just stare before his eyes would look over landing on (Y/n). Why was she killing these Marines in such a brutal way? That sadistic smile hides something deep. That smile was of nothing full of pleasure or want. It was a need, the need for death. Seeing her stand fully upright once again she would roll her head side to side a few joints popping as she did. The stress more evidently seen in her shoulders, being on top of a huge cannon that jolts the whole ship, can definitely cause irritation and discomfort to one's body. 

The Shipwright’s Brig now nearing the sunken marine ships, dead bodies floating, pieces of wood, the sails slowly being brought down into the depths of the water. (Y/n) on top of the cannon looked down until she would growl lowly, moving and landing on the side of the ship and grabbing w struggling body and throwing it up onto the deck. It was a young marine man, still alive but heavily injured. Severe burns across his body, his pale skin almost practically black due to almost being burnt alive. Brig climbing back into the deck would approach the struggling marine who was all but crying. Brig would kneel down still towering over this man looking down at him. 

Pushing up her sunglasses to her forehead with a single metal clawed finger, her intense orange and blue eyes stared down at the man. “So boy,” she spat with venom “tell me! What's the latest news in the Marines?” she would smile, grabbing the man's head resulting in the man screeching out in pain. “Oh hush now! Tell me and we can get this done and over with!” The man would cry, tears leaving his eyes as he would weakly look up at (Y/n) with burnt crusted eyelids. 

“B-besides the f-four new emperors of the sea, B-Buggy the clown! B-Buggy the clown made the cross guild with the Mihawk-hawk and C-Crocodile!” The man would cry out trying to lift his broken arm to get the strong Captain's hold off his head, but to no avail. “A-and.. T-The Sea S-Snake has k-killed another few Marines… “ the man's words would start to falter as his life was slipping. 

The large she-captain would roll her eyes looking down at the man, as slowly his life began to leave his eyes. His breathing erratic as suddenly his breathing stopped fully. “Wonderful news… “ she would stand, dragging the man by his head to the side railing of the ship and tossing him overboard into the great waters of the Grand Line. 

Kid’s and Law's crew stood silent as they watched the scene that had unfolded before them. This woman was vicious but playful. What a dangerous type of woman to ever exsist. “Anyways! Tonight my ladies and gentlemen and non-binary hoes! WE CELEBRATE!” the crew would let out another victorious cry out, cheering, wooping, claps, and some of the shipwrights high-fiving one another. 

It was like she said. A party would be held and the whole galley was full of everyone partying, eating, and drinking happily. Even the kitchen workers are out and about partying happily. (Y/n) was even there for once sitting at a table at the base of the stairs where the most trusted people of the ship sat with her drinking. Yael, Angus, the commander in charge of supplies, 2 commanders in charge of the shipwright’s, and finally Umai and the head chef, Metto. All 8 of them sat at the table laughing loudly at one another, yelling at one another in a drunk stupor.

Brig’s head would turn to Kid and his commanders. “OI! You fucking brutes get your asses over here!” she would laugh, a red tint to her cheeks showing that the alcohol deffinently making her incredibly drunk. Kid would roll his eyes and make his way over with his commanders and sit down next to the Shipwright commanders and (Y/n).  “Not gonna lie. Yall did great out there today! Had me fuckin’ impressed with that devil fruit powers of yers’, throwing that metal sheet at the marines and watching them fuckin’ panic was fuckin’ GREAT.” she would roar laughing, hunching over a bit as while slamming her fist down against the table.

Kid couldn’t help but let that smug smirk be placed on his lips. “Well, it's what the fucking bastards deserve.” Brig would nod, smiling and motioning to some empty chairs. 

“Sit you fuckin’ wanks, celebrate drink, relax have fun!” (Y/n)’s pale yellow and blue eyes would stare down Kid, but instead of the bitchy snark look she gave, it was a true look of gratefulness. Kid would instantly take the offer sitting down next to the larger male Angus, while Killer sat next to him but also next to Umai. Umai having a straw going up under her mask sipping her drink happily. Heat and Wire would sit next to Yael and (Y/n). “Where the fuck is your bud, Laaawww?” (Y/n) would quip looking dead first into Kid's eyes once again. 

“From what I've heard, he's not one for crowded areas.” Killer would speak for Kid, not really wanting Kid just to speak shit about Law. The she-captain would simply nod her head, raising her whiskey bottle to her lips and taking a sip before setting it back down letting out a soft hum while feeling that nice smooth burning sensation down her throat. 

“Understandable, knowing that man and his background.” (Y/n) would lean back into her chair kicking her stilted bionic feet up resting them on top of the table, raising her hands behind her head to rest them there. “So small chat, what the Marine said.” All the commanders and guests at the table, eyes would snap to the serious looking bionic female's face. “The Crossguild is something we could look into for needed supplies. Maybe we can make ourselves look like a small business to buy shit from them, worth a fucking shot.” Upon hearing the serious tone from his captain, Angus would nod his head noting what he needed to do tomorrow adding it on to his normal task list as well. “Now the Sea Snake? Damn, is she getting good at her job.”

Kid would raise an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. “Who the fuck is Sea Snake?”

Yael would simply smirk “Supposedly, a marine gone mad, killing Marines as well. Takes parts of the commander's navy jackets and adds them to her own jacket that is FULL them.” Yael would cackle. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, shaking her head at Yale's words. Though this Sea Snake was interesting to say the least to Kid and his commanders. “BUUTT, that's what people say. We can only go off by what they say. We normally stay on the ship for months before docking again. Then to add on, with how well we stay hidden we hardly hear news of the world and what's going on.” Yael would sigh, grabbing her large mug of ale and chugging a bit of it before setting it back down. 

“Yael is right.” Angus would speak gruffly looking over at Kid and Killer next to him. “Hope you guys are used to being out at sea for a while. Might be a while before we can dock again.” Kid's and Killer's attention on Angus he spoke to them. 

Kid would simply just nod his head rolling his eyes. “We normally fucking are.” Angus would smile nodding his head mumbling a soft ‘good’ under his breath. (Y/n)’s face now relaxed and calmed, all was on her face was a smile and closed eyes. Kid's eyes trailed over her metal stilted feet and legs, including her arms too. The work and details into the prosthetics was insane. Better than any work he's seen before. How exactly did she make them work the way she wanted to? It definitely wasn't her devil fruit powers. He himself has to use his devil fruit powers to make his metal arm, stay together, and to move and function. So how? 

“So…Captain Brig. How the fuck do you work your metal prosthetics?” Kid's intense amber eyes would stare at the female before him who seemed completely relaxed. Slowly her right eye would open showing the pale orange eyes with a cross-air staring back at him. A smirk rising to her lips. 

“That is a wonderful question, Captain Kid” she would slowly sit up, setting her right foot down to the ground. Reaching forward with her metal hands, pulling up her left pant leg all the way up to her upper knee. It would show where her metal leg ends at a thick metal part connecting to her actual flesh right below the knee. Her fingers would press into some button on the back of the metal band and with a soft hiss and crunch, she would twist and pull her metal leg off. Setting it on the table before Kid and pushing it towards him. Kid's eyes wide with wonder. As he would reach forward grabbing the leg and holding it up to his face looking over the fine details of metals, wires, and engravings. Kid's eyes then flick back up to the metal part ending at her left leg.

“So can you take that shit off too?” Kid would look at where the leg connects to a socket and wires that are partially sticking out ready for connection again. 

“Nope!” She would pop the P. 

“Why the fuck not?” Kid's eyes meeting hers once again, the metal stilted leg in his hands still. 

“It's kinda hard to remove a metal plate that's connected to my skin tissue, muscles, veins, nerves, and bone.” She would smirk. Kid's eyes would widen as his eyes would look back at the metal plate stump. “pretty much is keeping me able to control my leg as if it was a real one. But if I have it connected, wherever anyone touches it will send the familiar feeling of being touched to my senses, so pretty much it is my real leg but not. The same goes for my arms.” She would shrug her shoulders, arms crossed across her chest. 

Kid would grumble, setting the leg back down onto the table and pushing it back to her. Once the metal prosthetic leg was close to her stump, the wires from the leg would reach out connecting to her stump, pulling it together and with the same hiss but pop this time, her leg back in place. The yellow lights came back to life as she would move her leg with ease off the table. “Did.. Did you fucking make these?” Kid's eyes pretty much staring daggers at her. She would nod her head. 

“I did, but these aren't my first pair. This is my 10th pair. My first pair was made by the man who taught me everything. My third pair was from the same man and some of his people, who managed to figure out how to connect it to my body, so I could move it more freely and feel things again since I was robbed of that pretty young.” She would grumble. “But after the first five he provided me, at that point I had already started to learn what I needed to do to make them and the knowledge. It's just been upgrades one after another and getting better with each one. So I have a few different types of feet stilts, just feet that I use for combat or being docked at a town. Then I have different types of arms and hands. Like the CLAW or the BRUTE. Claw is a hand that's able to heat up and be able to cut through anything and do some serious damage. The Brute allows me to punch faster and harder with thrusters on the back of the hand.” She would pick up her drink once again, taking a few greedy gulps of it before setting it back down. 

Heat's and Wire's attention was now strictly on (Y/n) upon hearing what she said. Being robbed of it while young? Her arms and legs? Man was that just fucked up. “But that's a story you all don't need to hear. Anyways! Party time!” she would laugh standing up and raising her glass to the air and the whole galley filled with everyone lifting their mugs cheering loudly in unison.

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USELESS - 7

Nina's backstory, episode 7

EDIT: not the end, pals!

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More bad bitch polycule thoughts.

Yin and Brig sitting on air, chilling watching fish in the water under them, having a generally nice time. Kid comes up and thinks its a funny prank to splash them with a bucket of seaswater. They both go splash as their devil fruits deactivate. Nina and Killer are immediately jumping overboard to rescue them, meanwhile Shen is dragging Kid off by the ear for a serious scolding.

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B R I G

My beloved of ✨❤🖤

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You shouldn't let @a-killer-obsession and I talk too much

MDNI - Context under the cut 🔞

IN CASE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT'S A JOKE ON THE SIZE OF HIS DICK. HE HAS A VERY BIG DICK. BIG FUCKING COCK. BUILT LIKE A TREE.

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Little rant and UPDATE!

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Rant below line, go to second line for UPDATE!⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Sometime I feel like over step my boundaries sometimes and make people uncomfortable.

So if I do make you uncomfortable, let me know. I pretty much grew up under a rock and didn't socialize a lot when I was a kid due to everyone I grew up with seeing me as a "Retard" or "That special needs kid". I do have a learning disability and am very horrible with social cues.

Hence why sometime I become very active then not active. I know a lot of people on Tumblr are usually 23+ maybe even 25+ on here, and I myself am 21 which I hope that doesn't make anyone uncomfortable with me.

I just find things I'm really into and hope I get along with everyone, which is why I'm glad I've been able to play dolls with some good mutals on here with our one piece girlies. Which I'm very thankful for. ❤🖤🤍

I work in a very mood swing of a place. One day it can be really fucking horrible and the next strangely good. And it doesn't help when your a closing manager and you get karens trying to come in after you close. 😓

Sometimes I'm afraid I'm going to make people annoyed with my posting and weird talks of random shit.

Let me just enjoy being with people I enjoy talking too about the things I like and are helping me get through shit. 🤦‍♀️

Anyways little RANT DONE

UPDATE

I know I don't have a scheduled posting time, I just post the chapter when they are done and making sure they are up to my liking-

BUT hopefully in two days chapter 3 will be posted for the SHIPWRIGHT'S BRIG and in 3 days chapter 3 of THE ARROW THAT I SEE will be posted as well.

See you soon ✨❤

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we have GOT to bring back the lost art of identifying when something isn't for you and scrolling past it. writers on this site are not service workers that you get to mistreat or make demands of for not catering to whatever your vague and nebulous preferences and requirements are.

if you get into, say, an x reader fic, and you don't like the characterization or description or amount or lack thereof of the projection slate? That fic isn't for you.

If you look at the tags and don't like what you see? That fic isn't for you.

If you like something a writer wrote, go to their masterlist, and find mostly writing for other characters that aren't your favorites? Those fics aren't for you.

Writers, on this site, on AO3, on whatever site you happen to be perusing, have been gracious enough to share the fruits of their labor with the greater internet community at large, mostly for free.

You not wanting to read something or not liking the subject matter or wanting the people involved to be different is a problem for you, not for the person who had a cool idea and did the work necessary to turn that into written word.

Be nice or scroll past! Nobody is asking for your critique and it's entirely inappropriate to leave nasty comments or send shitty asks or flood tags with posts complaining that you're not personally being catered to.

You'd like a secret third option? Write your own fic! If you want to see a certain character written more for, or a certain type of reader with a specific level of personality, or certain tags that are your favorite...you do it! That'd be amazing!

But badgering strangers for not psychically intuiting your needs and then making their whole creative process about you, a stranger, is so crappy and it's gotta stop.