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Follow up to the roughhouse sketch. Might have a short drabble in the works for it. Kidd has to give a very awkward apology to his partner for maybe not reacting well to this new revelation. Their world is alittle askew right now but they'll reorientate themselves in time

Chapters: 3
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
AKA: 8 days to Rally [Redux]
Summary:
Only one things changes. It shouldn't mean much, in the grand scale of things. One chromosome shifted. The story remains the same, the players unchanging in their roles. In every incarnation, Killer is Kidd's partner, and nothing will change that.
The story was already written. Their plight always set to follow this path. Nothing changes. Except...
Her time spent as Kamazo had been well spent, Kidd came to find out. When Killer was allowed freedom from her handlers to go assassinate whoever Orochi was cross with at any given the time, she took as long as she could possibly get away with, scouting and mapping out every part of Wano she could. The two of them slipped away from the Punk in the quiet morning, Killer moving through the scattering of towns and countryside like the shadow of death itself, Kidd following her lead just like the old days. They moved through Wano without so much as a second glance from the locals, even as Killer took them dangerously close to the center of one of the town centers.( Warning under cut )
She lifted food from a stall so smoothly, Kidd himself almost missed it, even as she passed the pilfered meal back to him. By the time they slipped back into the shadows, she'd snagged him a second round and was awkwardly shoving rice into her own mouth as they walked.
( Day Two : Crew : Daybeak )
Scream Together Songs Unsung by Mekachu04
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex, Major Character Death
Additional Tags:
it is going to be a dark one. it's going to deal with assault, abuse, child trafficking, mental trauma/disorders, self harm, and a lot of hurt. some on purpose, some stemming from ignorance.
Major Character Death is selected but it's... complicated.

( Omega verse were the more rigid packs dynamics have started to break down, and a new kind of pack has started to emerge with the younger, newer generations; all omega or all alpha packs (with a scattering of beta caretakers in both). Where smell are stronger than sight, even down to the pups. Follow Pack Eustass as they claw a life for themsleves out of the city's trash )




Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex, Major Character Death
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Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
it is going to be a dark one. it's going to deal with assault, abuse, child trafficking, mental trauma/disorders, self harm, and a lot of hurt. some on purpose, some stemming from ignorance.
Major Character Death is selected but it's... complicated.

( Omega verse were the more rigid packs dynamics have started to break down, and a new kind of pack has started to emerge with the younger, newer generations; all omega or all alpha packs (with a scattering of beta caretakers in both). Where smell are stronger than sight, even down to the pups. Follow Pack Eustass as they claw a life for themsleves out of the city's trash )




- Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer
- Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
Summary:
Only one things changes. It shouldn't mean much, in the grand scale of things. One chromosome shifted. The story remains the same, the players unchanging in their roles. In every incarnation, Killer is Kidd's partner, and nothing will change that.
The story was already written. Their plight always set to follow this path. Nothing changes. Except...
There was no running water right now, Kidd making a promise to Killer for the world's most luxurious bath once this is all over, running the fingers of his right hand through her hair in attempt to brush it out. He was probably only making it worse, but they both needed this, this grounding soothing action. She made no attempt to stop him, still resting against his chest, her own hand warm over his heart, red nails tracing faint patterns against his skin. Soft touches were rare for the both of them these last weeks.
Depending on how the night goes, it might be the last they get for a while. The light creaking of the ship in the harbor's gentle waters sooth away the early daylight hours, their infiltration having gone unnoticed despite the messes left in the galley.
( Warning under cut )
( Day Two : Crew : Morning )
( Sketch )




( genderbent )
we only got halfway there.
last month, when glancing over the list, this prompt grabbed my attention, and i drew this sketch. After that, i could not get the idea out of my head, and then the sketches just didn't stop.
Chapter one of F!Killer story - titled Gunpowder, Gelatin; Dynamite with a Laser Beam (from Killer Queen - BY Queen) is now also up on A03, with a plan for at least one sketch a chapter. please mind the rating and warnings; it's not a story for everyone.
( sketch under cut )




f!Killer voice reference
2025-01-22 10:26Chapters: 1/6
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
AKA: 8 days to Rally [Redux]
Summary:
Only one things changes. It shouldn't mean much, in the grand scale of things. One chromosome shifted. The story remains the same, the players unchanging in their roles. In every incarnation, Killer is Kidd's partner, and nothing will change that.
The story was already written. Their plight always set to follow this path. Nothing changes. Except...
It's home... or the husk of home at least.
Their personal effects have been stripped out, the machinery and appliances gone. Nothing but bare wood and cabinetry.
They'd gone to find clothes for Killer first, only to find nothing at all. Her quarter's were completely bare. Her clothes, her masks, her knives. The mattress, the drapes from over the windows, the bottles of lotions and conditioners she hoarded in the privacy of her own room. Her drum kit, her music dials, her cook books, her collection of miniature little butterflies and wolverines - started by a tiny Kidd almost two decades ago.
Everything. All gone.
( Warning under cut )
( Day One: Returning to the Punk )
Jan 10:( second sketch )
( January sketch )( January sketch )



