Mangogreent - Lake

hello again! i need to tell you that i've reread YLTS so often that i've begun dreaming about the story LMAO especially since the second chapter has art. I just rememebred that Chopper left some of Luffy's meds behind and Usopp made a sign, but aaaa the fire that Luffy came back to (that Sabo maybe set?????) might have burned up that sign and now I'm all wobbly-eyed again haha

omg hello!!! im honored to hear that ylts has left such an impact on you.

hehe its nice to see someone mention that little part from ch1! not that it has any plot relevance...

i hope i can post ch3 within the year, and i greatly appreciate ur patience and support!

heres a little preview for the next chapter! its subject to change, but i think it gets the vibes just right!

The world is ending.  And there is nothing you can do to stop it. 

They say that if the sun ever burns out, you will not know until eight minutes after it does. Then, you will notice the cold. The dark. The stars you once admired in the night now objects of terrified realization in the day.

Turtles

I never posted this on Tumbler so- have it-

Hey V @zaharya!!! This is my gift to you for the exchange :) Reading your wonderful fic made my heart beat real hard ; w ; so I wanted to capture one of my fave scenes!!

I referenced @tofublock's wave at the bottom of page 2 so go check out their beautiful artwork! and IF YOU DIDNT SEE THE LINK TO V'S FIC UP THERE THEN GO CLICK THE ONE BELOW TO READ CHAPTER 1!!!!!

that's one for you

What do the strawhats do for luffys birthday? Ah that first birthday after his disappearance must've been so sad 😭

probably just cry ig aidfhwauifbkfgb

hmm i honestly think they would have a party in his honour—even though they are hurting and "mourning" his presence, id like to think that they would shove all those negative emotions deep down into a box and seal it shut just for that one day. Any other time, they would allow their grief to swallow them whole, but it's Luffy's birthday.

and if he isn't there to celebrate it, theyd do it for him - wherever he is

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Marine number 47 cowers behind a much too small crate and prays to every deity he knows to save him. 

His crewmates have long since abandoned the ship. Or maybe they are dead. Who knows. Not Marine 47. 

Marine 47 had wasted no time. The second that infamous Jolly Roger had emerged from the fog with agonizing slowness, 47 had booked it. Had shoved past his equally terrified friends and superiors and had hid here, down below deck, behind a much too small crate in the ship's only cargo hold. 

Screams and shouts and rifle fire. 

And then silence. 

His breath is loud in the tiny space but not loud enough to drown out the rapid footsteps coming his way. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Fast. Joyful. 

Deadly. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Up and down the hallway. Passing the room he's hiding in once, twice, a third time. 

Maybe… maybe…. 

The door is thrown open and all the air seems to be sucked out of the room. 47 clutches at his chest, his heart is suddenly beating hard and fast to a rhythm he has no control over. It skips and jumps and beats against his ribcage and he wants to scream but he doesn't have the breath for even a whisper. 

He can see the rest of the room behind him. It's being mirrored in one of their canons standing upright at his feet. 

'Polish them until I can see myself in them', their admiral used to say. 

Bastard. 

Number 47 can see everything now and it's the last thing he wants. He can't close his eyes. When he tries, the beating of his heart vibrates in his eyeballs and it hurts. So he keeps them open and watches that… thing enter the hold. 

The canons are not perfect mirrors, so the figure is slightly distorted. Arms and legs longer than they should be, head misshapen. But 47 sees enough. He sees blinding whiteness and red eyes and a large grin. Sharp enough to bite clear through his jugular. 

The figure laughs, loud, jarring. Number 47 slaps his hands over his ears but it's futile. This laugh, it penetrates everything, every thought 47 might still have had other than terror. 

He closes his eyes. It goes bump bump bump behind his eyelids. He snaps them back open. 

"Yo!" 

Number 47 rears back and the crate seems to swallow him. It's not wood anymore. It's soft and malleable and 47 sinks into it. The thing crouches on top of the crate that is not a crate anymore and stares down at him, upside down. 

Red eyes stare out of a face framed by white clouds rocking in non-existent wind. The eyes are swirling with an unholy light, madness lies in them, a depth as deep as the deepest sea and just as dark. They dance, seem to jump from number 47's forehead to his nose to his chin and back again. 

They are the only light in the room. 

"Yo!" The thing, this otherworldly being, repeats, grin wide and threatening. "Why are you hiding in here? Are you a coward? Hahaha I hate cowards, you know?!" 

Number 47 shakes his head. He doesn't know why. 

The being cocks his head, humming, chuckling. "Your friends ran away! They were cowards too. What's your name?" 

Never tell them your name. Never give your captors information. 

Not even Gods devils. 

"Marine Nr. 47-3981. Infantry Beta Alpha 39-"

The being laughs and throws himself backwards, holding his stomach and rolling around on the floor. The floor turns into the sea, a rolling storm making 47 sick. "What a funny name! Omoshiroi!" 

He laughs and laughs and laughs and number 47 chokes on the matching laughter in his throat. He doesn't want to laugh. Nothing about this sound echoing off the walls is funny. 

It's terrifying. 

The being stops and sits up, blinking large eyes at his surroundings. "I better get Robin." he mutters, dreamlike, eyes staring at nothing. "She'll know what to do about you." 

The smile as he turns away is distracted, his thoughts already a mile away, the marine with the funny name nothing but a footnote in his journey not worth thinking about any longer. 

Marine number 47 doesn't know any of that. He doesn't know that he is nothing to a God. Doesn't know that he is about to walk out of this ghost story of his own making with nothing but hurt pride and some food to tide him over until he reaches the next island. 

Marine number 47 panics and hefts his rifle, pointing it directly at the back of the one being God man that could be his salvation. 

His finger curls around the trigger but before he can take proper aim something moves in the shadows behind him. A huff of breath hits his neck, hot and cold at the same time. The sound of steel sliding free almost gets lost under the oblivious God's easy humming. 

47 freezes, can only turn his head an inch. It's enough to witness his end. 

Green hair. Dark eyes. Golden earrings. 

"Bad idea." the demon growls and three swords descend upon their chosen victim. 

Marine number 47 only feels the first blade. 

THE ICARUS TO YOUR CERTAINTY.

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Part two of my Secret Santa gift! The main prompt for this was "Unrequited Zolu" but there's a couple others with tiny appearances in there two lmao

This was a super fun gift exchange and I look forward to doing more in the future! :D

I'm still drawing klein moretti omg