Oh You Think Your Life Is Hard? Try Being A Gay Rat Living In France Who Hates Your Dad And Just Wants

Please give us more ace marriage proposals

A mysterious pirate crew has offered Whitebeard a ridiculous sum of money for the hand of his second commander, Fire Fist Ace.

The kid loves free booze and food— no reason not to show up, right?

Part 1

wait until you find out what else this coin can do, azul...

The Prince Part 3 - final part

And ofc they lived happily ever after

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Thinking abt the concept of a twst!au...

Universal love!reader?

Like think about it...

Let's say this could happen after years of trauma in your world... like suddenly, you have no motivation to do anything, no brushing teeth, no showering, no nothing. So then you slept that night. Right? So you're living in your apartment, low minimum-wage of salary in your part-time job, an apartment that (thankfully) had a clean bathroom and other rooms. And a left necklace... huh? So, you've asked the apartment manager abt it, they said they didn't know at all. The previous homeowners did not have that, sparkly magica-madoka looking necklace. So, of course you've kept it with you since it reminds you of Magica Madoka. And you wore it. Now, time to sleep...

Suddenly you wake up, roll over your bed, and get teleported magical-girl transition style. Into the fucking aesthetically pleasing location of the sea. Of course, you had no clothes on (how did that happen??), BUT then, you get suddenly pushed up, and you met with a bathtub in the center of a beautiful-looking gazebo. And when you lay back down to sleep again, you felt a very comfortable and soft pillow-headrest. WTF? The water you were I was somehow connected to a very clean and sparkly river. And the petals around you were your favorite flowers. And two space-like hands, gentle, firm, and soft. The hands of a woman. But from where? The cracked seams of reality BEHIND YOU? Uhm, well shit, where was this spoiling when you were born???

So after that luxurious bathtime, you fell into the waters (again), but the background was new. IT LOOKED LIKE BARBIE'S WALK-IN CLOSET FROM BARBIE'S DREAMHOUSE??? YAAA- Anyways, you were met with a shit-ton of aesthetic college uniforms that definitely matches your taste and make your classmates jealous. So, of course, like the universe itself is reading your mind (bc it is), dressed you up in a comfortable clothing of your uniform. Before it could finish giving you socks/shoes of your choosing.

You were on your bed. With your bag leaning sideways on the bed beside you. So, enough of this bullshit where you were on drugs early morning. You grabbed your bag, checked your mirror to see if you were high or something.

You weren't.

So after a hectic and diabolical day of college, you of course, slept (after the magical-whatever thingy happened again) since you were tired. (The classmate you hated tripped down the stairs as you were praying for it, that one teacher you hate suddenly got sick and had gone absent, gym was dismissed early bc of an incident, and the other subjects like math were a bit easier to understand), so when you slept AGAIN.

Okayyy, so... Maybe it stopped now? Nope. You went to the kitchen to take a quick breakfast since you MIGHT be late to school (secretly you weren't but shh), then you see. On the counter, a freshly made breakfast of your favorite dish. You tasted it ofc. Bc it smelled so nice. And surprisingly it wasn't poisoned! Yay! You went to school, tripped over air, but vines had shot out to catch you? Oh, well things just got even weirder. Until it happens everyday. Everytime you mentioned or even THOUGHT of getting your favorite fashion clothes (look those styles ESPECIALLY MORUTES OR ANGELCORE OR OR EVEN CUTECORE, CELESTIAL CORE-) and whatever, suddenly you have a closet JUST FOR THAT. Huh...did the universe finally take notice of you? Yay! (And maybe other multi-universes justttt incase you suddenly go to their world, haha.)

...You were transported. (And it wasn't the universe or ANY universe doing that...) to... Twisted Wonderland? What. Are you in a kids cartoon show... (no you aren't bby🫶 your in a psyche ward). And after the whole Showdown in that ceremony shit (dark mirror saying you have no magic in the MOST respectful ways possible while still sounding nonchalant and mysterious, the whole showdown with Grim happened and blah blah blah). You get sent to Ramshackle's. Yikes. Oh, but instead it kinda works. Just looks like a doll-house of sorts. Creepy but aesthetically pleasing.

Wdym it wasn't supposed to look like that, Crowley?

So, imagine this, you can ask the dark mirror whatever you like, and it'll answer you (not abt your home though... smh), and whatever you do in school (directing this to the ghosts and whoever works there), actually treats you nicely! (When you and Grim were assigned as janitor you didn't do any of the work. The broom was doing it for you... IS THE TRASH PICKING ITSELF UP?)

How would YOU think the cast will react to that? (Not taking requests rn! Just talk with me please 🙏)

i love you i love you i love you i love you. (yan kalim x fem reader)

content: yandere behavior.

[more under the cut! <3]

hehehe look at him plotting !!

yandere!kalim (post-scarabia arc), for me, is someone who you first deem as an extroverted acquaintance who also happens to be your upperclassman. He yearns to be closer to you, so he does it in the way he knows best; socialization. It's not even noticeable at first - how he slowly worms his way into your inner social circle. You just suddenly acknowledge one day that after class, it's not just the hearshackle trio waiting for you at the entrance of the classroom, but the scarabia housewarden is also there, too.

And it's nothing unusual. nothing to think too much about, really. who doesn't like being kalim's friend? he's energetic, he's optimistic, and he's just so, so nice. he often comes across as naive, sure, but that's just the surface level of him as a person. plus it's hard not to be pulled into his gravitational pull, and who are you to deny a budding friendship?

As the friendship grows and your bond with him strengthens, so too do his feelings. And with less than platonic feelings, a new emotion he hasn't felt before is introduced; envy. It's not an obvious emotion that he shows at first. but when he treks back to scarabia (with jamil trailing a few steps behind) after an afternoon spent with you (and your heartslabyul friends)... kalim feels a green-eyed monster taking form underneath his skin. he is envious of how close you are to the other dorms, he envies your first-year best friends, and he's so envious of how he wasn't the first housewarden you formed a bond with.

it's fine to feel this way, right? there's nothing wrong with jealousy, it's a part of life!

still, he can't bear to stand the constant prickling sensation in his beating heart when he sees people get closer to you. his shiny glazes over and his sunny smile drops into a straight line. it's uncanny to see him this way.

even more so, when he snaps back to how he usually acts after he's successfully detached you from the student you were interacting with.

sigh... this is my first time paneling comics, doing a small drabble writing for this, AND drawing kalim pls don't bully me </3

A) i was a church organist

B) i made cereals w beer instead of milk

C) i can hold my breath for 40 seconds

Which one is a lie

fem reader. nsfwish. you ride anaxa while stargazing.

i

"you brought me here to see the stars," you say, reclining back on the cool marble of the dome's floor. your crystalline lashes catch the moonlight.

it's cloudy tonight. your fingers trace the edge of the starmap projector.

"no," anaxa answers softly, setting his coat beside you before lowering himself down. "i brought you here to be seen."

you turn to look at him. you never smile wide, but tonight, it’s nearly there.

ii

"you don't need to explain constellations to me, anaxagoras."

"i don't. i know," he swallows, eyes flicking up to the way occasional moonlight wraps around your collarbone. "but I still want to."

your silence isn't permission. it's invitation.

"that," he continues, brushing his fingertip just below your clavicle. you're seated in the way that lets the projector move the constellations onto your body, and anaxa has never been so grateful. "is where orion's belt stretches, when the clouds clear. and just beneath it—" he touches the hollow of your throat "—nebula, shaped like a kiss you forget to return."

you huff softly, low and too close. "you're sentimental tonight."

"i'm... learning," he breathes you in like a prayer. "you're the best proof i have that wonder survives reason."

your kiss him first. he forgets every nebula he's ever known.

iii

anaxa lays flat against the marble floor, stars blinking down at him, and you lower yourself onto him like a prayer.

his hands grip your thighs, thumbs tracing constellations into your skin. you feel like the divinity he is meant to defy.

"go slow," he breathes. "i want to remember every second."

"we’ve had centuries," you whisper. "but this… is the one i'll keep."

iv

"say something," you murmur, brushing a thumb under his eye, where tears threaten but never fall.

he opens his mouth. closes it. then finally:

"you’re beautiful when you look down at me like that."

you let out the gentlest laugh—one he feels in his bones.

"then look up," you say. "and see it again."

v

you press a kiss just below his eye patch, featherlight.

"i've seen you teach ridiculous equations, crush religion, and reject fate," you whisper, fingers threaded with his. "and yet here you are, letting me pull you apart with nothing but me."

"it's always been you," anaxa says, so quietly you almost don't hear. "even before i understood."

the projector flickers, constellations spiraling across the dome. one lands between your shoulder blades.

he touches it with his mouth.

vi

"you don't fall," you tell him, lips against his jaw. "you choose." and anaxagoras—philosopher, skeptic, logician—tilts his chin, bares his throat, and says your name like it's the first law of the universe.

vii

you move slowly, so slowly it’s not about chasing the high. it’s about existing, being, folded into each other.

you press your forehead to his. "say something incomprehensible," you breathe.

"i am completely undone by the weight of you," he replies.

you shudder.

"you’re supposed to say it in logic-speak."

"i did."

viii

you press your palm over anaxa's sternum.

"still composed?"

he exhales shakily.

"only in theory," he mutters weakly.

"and practice?" your lips hover just at his jaw.

"currently unraveling."

ix

he maps you like the stars—carefully, with awe—and memorizes every soft gasp like it's his only truth.

x

you lie still, only heartbeat against heartbeat now.

"so this is the grove's most brilliant professor," you tease softly.

"devastated," anaxa agrees, brushing a hand up your spine. "and happily ruined."

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry... I’ll be good I promise, I’ll change I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Please I can’t live without you, you’re my savior, my goddess please don’t throw me away I’ll die without you”

“I hate being alone, it’s so cold here without you. Not being able to see you scares me, I feel so uneasy. I exist for you, I won’t leave this room unless I’m with you, I won’t even talk to anyone b-but you are able to do those without me, because you don’t need me. I can smell other people whenever you come back to this room, I know I have no right to complain about such things but it breaks my heart I can’t help it. I exist for you, I breathe for you, I live for you. This worthless life belongs to you so please keep it, don’t throw it away don’t neglect it”

Kalim: Jamil, by any chance, do you know someone named MC who is wanted?

Jamil: *quickly looked at him with a frown*

Kalim: ...

Kalim: I'm just curious.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: *crossed his arms* Yes, that person is a known killer. Though I wonder how you know that name, given that you don’t even bother watching the news.

Kalim: ...

Kalim: *laughs awkwardly* Uh, Jamil? I'm feeling hungry...

Jamil: *stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh*

Jamil: Alright. Wait here. *then left*

Kalim: Phew...

Kalim: *has been staring at the phone MC lent him*

Kalim: *sigh* How am I going to give this back?

Kalim: I’m sure neither Jamil nor my parents would allow me to look for them if I said they’re a wanted criminal. But I’d feel guilty keeping this phone... What if they have no way to communicate with their friends?

Kalim: ...Wait. Do criminals have friends?

*laughs*

Kalim: *was startled by the sound of someone laughing and quickly turned his head toward the source*

MC: *suddenly appeared from the corner of his room*

MC: That hurts a bit. Anyway, *smiles* it's a good to see you again, Kalim~!

Kalim: Eh? How did you—

MC: How did I know your address? I didn’t! You have something that belongs to me, and that’s how I found you. Amazing, right~?

Kalim: Y-Yes! Wow! No wonder you're not caught yet!

MC: ...

MC: *giggles* Won't you get in trouble being friendly with a criminal, young master~?

Kalim: ...

Kalim: Oh! Right! Here’s your phone! Thank you for saving me the other day!

MC: *tilts their head; acts confused* Hmm? But I'm not here for that.

Kalim: Eh?

MC: *smiles* It's yours now, cutie. You're going to need it.

Kalim: What do you mean—

Jamil: *enters the room* Kalim, are you awake?

Kalim: Y-Yes!

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Why are you being nervous?

Kalim: Huh?

Jamil: *frowns* Were you doing something before I got here?

Kalim: N-No! I— *glanced at where MC had been standing earlier, but now they were gone*

Kalim: ...

Kalim: I think there was a bug...

Jamil: ...

Jamil: You should've told me sooner. *then hurriedly left*

Kalim: ...

*Kalim received a text message from MC's phone: Keep my phone with you at all times, okay~?. ^^*

To the rescue!

There is a deleted scene in The Nightmare Before Christmas where Lock, Shock, and Barrel watch Oogie torment Sandy and Sally, appearing amused. Director Henry Selick explained that this scene was cut because it made the trio too mean.

Instead, the scene was reframed so the trio alert the Mayor that Jack is alive, leading him to Oogie’s lair so that Jack could be rescued (fortunately, Jack had already unraveled Oogie by the time they arrived). I always loved this change so I decided to draw how I think the new scene might have played out!