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2025.08.01
2025-08-01 23:06
Feeding changling-baby!Dive.( 2025.08.01 )
Idea for GGD before they entered the grand line.
Killer's own baby dies so when a changeling/cuckoo baby appears they see it as a second chance and raise the strange creature they will end up calling Dive, as part of their own family
Tags:
- an: rambles,
- an: series,
- an: sketch,
- chara: kidd pirate captain: eustass kidd,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- chara: kidd pirate: dive,
- ip: one piece,
- list: summer camp 2025,
- platform: bsky,
- platform: pixiv,
- platform: reddit,
- platform: tumblr,
- platform: world anvil,
- ship: punk aibou,
- tag: children,
- tag: domestic,
- tag: genderbent,
- verse: gunpowder gelatin dynamite,
- verse: tàcharan,
- warning: mild but 18+
Kidd is a bit of a Schrödinger's cat in this bit; The rest of the KP crew have been rounded up by Shanks and Crew, but Kidd was not found.( 2025.07.25 )
Aimless little drabble. More of a character study. I dunno. Killer's head in is a bad place and he will do anything to keep his remain crew safe - even at the cost of his own sanity it seems.
Some SA is implied from Killer's time as Kazamo, and there is some crude moments where shanks wants to see how far KP crew will go to keep each other safe. was not sure how to tag that one.
wrote this when Shamrock was first revealed. wasn't sure where to go with it, so it's been sitting in my wips for months.
the original idea was what if Shamrock was Kidd's father. But that put him and shanks at 15, and while not impossible, is unlikely. So maybe Shamrock attacked Kutzk on the WG behalf later, orphaning Kidd instead of fathering him. Never did flesh that idea out, so just roll with it.
Tags:
- an: one shot,
- an: rambles,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: heat,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: wire,
- chara: kidd pirate: dive,
- chara: kidd pirate: pomp,
- chara: yonko: akagami shanks,
- ip: one piece,
- platform: a03,
- platform: squidgeworld,
- tag: s.m.i.l.e.,
- warning: character death,
- warning: dubcon,
- warning: mild but 18+,
- warning: noncon
From a now defunct discord convo back in april, where my friend pondered:
Thinking about Killer wearing makeup 'cause he's "working" as prostitute and gets paid for it more/gets more "customers" and Kid copies him thinking makeup is cool ... Or .... Kilkil wore makeup for the same reason/he thought it was rad and cool and got beaten badly -> Kid starts wearing makeup too and beats the shit outta Killer's attackers
( 2025.04.09 ) Thinking about Killer wearing makeup 'cause he's "working" as prostitute and gets paid for it more/gets more "customers" and Kid copies him thinking makeup is cool ... Or .... Kilkil wore makeup for the same reason/he thought it was rad and cool and got beaten badly -> Kid starts wearing makeup too and beats the shit outta Killer's attackers
Tags:
- an: dolfie,
- an: one shot,
- an: rambles,
- chara: kidd pirate captain: eustass kidd,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- ip: one piece,
- platform: a03,
- platform: squidgeworld,
- platform: world anvil,
- ship: mob/killer,
- ship: punk aibou,
- tag: children,
- warning: blood & violence,
- warning: sex work,
- warning: underage
it boils on the hoizon, clouds rolling over themsleves, crackling with thunder. The air itself is alive, a siren call to crowley of something long forgotten and lost, like the smell of paint o a man too feeble to lift a brush, to poorsited to see his own creations. his hands ache on these days, muscles remmebering things the mind long ago forgot. the choas of the storms call him with a song sweeter than honey, only ever overshadowed by the ozone and ink that comes to his side each time. he could let hte storm drive him to madness if he so wished, anchored ony in place by the shelter that provides itself each time.
creation and destoruction are two words for the same thing, torn apart in a fit and assigned to two differnet sides. ehterrial and occult. yet both lost the means to do either word justtice once huamns came along, their imaginations pushing the words to their limits and overshadowing anything outside of the Almightey themself. the rain will come in and the humans wll cry out and curse the clouds for hte havok they will leave, but crowely never lost his ability to see live that srung up in it wake. old buildings torn away to give room for new, grass and bugs and other tiny life sprining forth to flurish in the crakes newly created. with the rain, old trees regain their strantgh and life bounces back stonger than efore.
it took him a long to time get azirpahle to see it - the lesson not truely sinking in until they both where drowining their sorrows at hte humans drowned efore them. the angel had not allowe dhimself to weep on hte boat, had remained sotic int he face of crowley's accusations and the pleas of the huamn who'd been quick to cast desistion ont he chosen fmaily.
but now - on the watterlogged shores, barrena dn stipped as far as the eye could see, the angel finally broke. corlwey stayed his tounge, casusuoinsly mimicing the shelter once given to him, and shaded hte angel fromt he harsh sun above, blocking his tears from view. once tears ran out, the two sat in silance, watching the earth dry unter their toes.
"the water brought a lot of good nutrients to the soil," crawly says finally, turnign the fist ful of dirt oer in his palm, "it might have been alot of death, but ther's life in that too. Noah will get good crops off this land - and things will grow fast and stong. the birds have already been herer before us - they've been dropping seeds everywhere like mad. it'll be green again before we even know it." he showed off a tiny little plat start that was in the soil, before carefully replacing it - it wasn't yet reayd for the world above, but soon.
he stand before the new storm now - winds stating to buffet hum, and resiss the urge to take flight. he neednt ave, azirpahle nudges him softly, wings already out. "flying or watching today dear?"
creation and destoruction are two words for the same thing, torn apart in a fit and assigned to two differnet sides. ehterrial and occult. yet both lost the means to do either word justtice once huamns came along, their imaginations pushing the words to their limits and overshadowing anything outside of the Almightey themself. the rain will come in and the humans wll cry out and curse the clouds for hte havok they will leave, but crowely never lost his ability to see live that srung up in it wake. old buildings torn away to give room for new, grass and bugs and other tiny life sprining forth to flurish in the crakes newly created. with the rain, old trees regain their strantgh and life bounces back stonger than efore.
it took him a long to time get azirpahle to see it - the lesson not truely sinking in until they both where drowining their sorrows at hte humans drowned efore them. the angel had not allowe dhimself to weep on hte boat, had remained sotic int he face of crowley's accusations and the pleas of the huamn who'd been quick to cast desistion ont he chosen fmaily.
but now - on the watterlogged shores, barrena dn stipped as far as the eye could see, the angel finally broke. corlwey stayed his tounge, casusuoinsly mimicing the shelter once given to him, and shaded hte angel fromt he harsh sun above, blocking his tears from view. once tears ran out, the two sat in silance, watching the earth dry unter their toes.
"the water brought a lot of good nutrients to the soil," crawly says finally, turnign the fist ful of dirt oer in his palm, "it might have been alot of death, but ther's life in that too. Noah will get good crops off this land - and things will grow fast and stong. the birds have already been herer before us - they've been dropping seeds everywhere like mad. it'll be green again before we even know it." he showed off a tiny little plat start that was in the soil, before carefully replacing it - it wasn't yet reayd for the world above, but soon.
he stand before the new storm now - winds stating to buffet hum, and resiss the urge to take flight. he neednt ave, azirpahle nudges him softly, wings already out. "flying or watching today dear?"
the angel is in a bad way.
The both of them are, to be fair, but Lucifer had spent millennia in Hell, he'd seem demons torn apart this way and that over time.
He hadn't seen an angel in such a state since the moment right before he had been caste down.
He'd forgotten how bright their blood was when it was mixed with their true self. A bit like gold on his fingers, dusting the air.
the other angels that fled had literally reached in and torn parts of his core out, his true self unable to even hold a form at the moment, as insubstantial as a morning mist. it swirled around him when he reached to the broken limb, repelled like wrong ends of a magnet.
curiously, it reacted to the large demonic snake as well, but Crowley had used this to his advantage, and positioned his bulk to keep the angel from essentially bleeding out.
Lucifer used both his hands to mimic the snake, herding the mist back to the battered corporation, keeping it from leaching back out with mild wards, a bare curse of the air around the angel.
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i really can't think of anything more today. the day has me all out of sorts. this is a bullshit attempt to hit today's word limit. the sad part is it's likely going to be as many words as above. i might come back and delete this later, i hope. see if i can get a better idea going. sad face
The both of them are, to be fair, but Lucifer had spent millennia in Hell, he'd seem demons torn apart this way and that over time.
He hadn't seen an angel in such a state since the moment right before he had been caste down.
He'd forgotten how bright their blood was when it was mixed with their true self. A bit like gold on his fingers, dusting the air.
the other angels that fled had literally reached in and torn parts of his core out, his true self unable to even hold a form at the moment, as insubstantial as a morning mist. it swirled around him when he reached to the broken limb, repelled like wrong ends of a magnet.
curiously, it reacted to the large demonic snake as well, but Crowley had used this to his advantage, and positioned his bulk to keep the angel from essentially bleeding out.
Lucifer used both his hands to mimic the snake, herding the mist back to the battered corporation, keeping it from leaching back out with mild wards, a bare curse of the air around the angel.
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i really can't think of anything more today. the day has me all out of sorts. this is a bullshit attempt to hit today's word limit. the sad part is it's likely going to be as many words as above. i might come back and delete this later, i hope. see if i can get a better idea going. sad face
Day 1 - 546 words
2021-01-17 12:00Chamael – guardian of forbidden romances and tasked with holding back the leviathan until judgement day
Play on Crowley being the inspiration for loki
Crowley’ serpent form in the basis for Jormungandr
Crowley’s actions on the garden = his influence on man kind. Man kind circles the globe, ie. Crowley's influence circles the globe:: Jör is the serpent that circles the world
Crowley *IS* leviathan.
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Pillars in heaven are prisons. Angels trapped inside; they can see out but no one can see in. Micheal puts dissenters there since only GOD can make an angel fall; and they enjoy the power trip; hellfire not usually available. Aziraphale crow situation was unique in that respect? Or possibly angels are there because of a personal grudge, and other archangels didn’t sign off on execution / were not consulted on disciplinary actions. Regardless: Micheal power trip.
Watchers?
Micheal traps Aziraphale in one a few decades after nop’agedon. Enjoys having archangel meetings in front of him
Forces his wings up at some point –pointed straight up. Strain forces him to maneuver them down – breaking primary feathers. if he sits down he risks breaking more than just feathers
Sandy can smell him – very faint. Not evil, but something.
Uriel smells it finally – smells like dispair?
Eventually, horror!snake!crow breaks into heaven to get his angel back. Coils around top of pillar and crushes them; shards rain down to expose out angel.
Had some though on metratron – can’t remember now ;((
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Where was crow drunk floor sleeping> dagon?
Repeat of that. Dagon(? Just assuming now) dumps a glass of water on his head to wake him up. “Bad news Crowley.”
He looks up at them in confusion, head spinning ans still skating that line of slightly drunk, and hangover beginning.
“Just heard from Luci; league’s folding after playoffs. The lawsuit with the ref thing bankrupted them.”
“Tadfield Amateur League is willing to expand, add two more teams, one here and another up north. but they play with teams of 20, minimum. We’d have to find more players, or combine with one of the other teams if we wanted to keep playing.”
“We know if any of the other teams are talking about it?”
“So far, I’m only hearing chatter that the angels are considering it.”
It was a room of grimaces. Their sworn enemy.
“TAL say anything on the matter?”
“They said we can take to the expansion or leave it, but we gotta figure out the rosters ourselves. They’re staying pretty hands off it seems. Giving us free reign, for better or worse.”
Wasn’t that a kick in the teeth. “any of the other teams interested?”
“Not really. I think most of them are to the point where they’ve moved on to better leagues or they’re ready to retire and look after their kids.”
“The whole league?”
“It’s not like we get a lot of new blood! Most of us have been on the same team for 6 years.”
unfinished story outline
2011-06-18 18:16SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
( 2011.06.18 - Outline for a story i REALLY wanna write ^^; )unfinished ramble
2010-08-16 04:20SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
*Rating: pg
Pairing: established john/mary, otherwise gen
Timeline: AU wee!chesterfic - 1983
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in Kripke's sandbox while he's in his home sleeping. I promise to put them all back before he wakes up =^.^=
Summary:... Cobra Bubbles.... I'm just throwing it out there - that man is freaking awesome... anywho - back on topic
The Winchester's have no children of their own. Due to a botched abortion five years ago - Mary Winchester will never bear her own child. So when John gets a phone call from a social worker in Massachusetts about the death of his second cousin - he and Mary find themselves taking in the woman's infant child.
*Title is referencing the song Dandelions by Five Iron Frenzy
( short starting point for another epic fic that i don't have time to write, but will try to anyway )
