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“A chef’s knife is not a katana” - a slice-of-life comic between Sanji and Zoro about blades, trust, and desire to eat nashi pear 🍐

PT 3 OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU WOO

This is a Jojo’s reference?

(tbh this masterpiece was made by me and @pulcra-roma ft. terrible typos and bad puns)

a+ casting

Save a horse ride a cowboy

I've finally finished checking my translation, so I can post this!

This is my fanfiction in my own English translation ^^ Cowboy!AU, PWP, Dirty talk and some other tags....so yeah, this is NOT FOR KIDS.

Enjoy~

I felt obligated I dunno.

those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it

tntduo pride week 2022 - day 1 (moonlight)

im gonna be honest i didnt understand todays prompt so uhhh just take what ive got i guess

"Isn't this nice, Big Q?" Wilbur said, taking a sharp inhale of his cigarette. He chuckled a cough at the end of his sigh. The contents of smoke leaving his smiling mouth.

They lay in an open field. The moon above them dimly lit up the area, creating the perfect ambience. The cold, fraying patches of dark green grass softly poked at them, but neither of them minded.

"No, it isn't. You're such an asshole." Quackity side-eyed him, his top row of teeth gritted down harshly on his bottom row.

"You know you love me." Wilbur slyly said, rolling over on his side to face Quackity, and taunt him further.

One of his hands was holding up his head. His other rested on the grass. Quackity rolled his eyes at this taunt. Only the moonlight and Wilbur's cigarette illuminated the night.

"I don't, actually." Quackity's arms folded in annoyance.

A part of him deep inside knew that there was possibly a sliver of himself that actually was fond of Wilbur. But, surely not, right?

Wilbur smiled pridefully. "I'll grow on you one day, Q. Just give me a shot."

"I am giving you a shot right now. And you're..-" Quackity paused, his heart beating quickly. He swallowed harshly. "You're alright, Wilbur."

Wilbur's face tinted a light pink at this sudden change, surprised that his remarks were actually getting anywhere at all. He smiled, rolling back on his back.

"You're cool too, Quackity." He said, staring up at the small stars scattered across the night. He gently rested his cigarette in between his index and middle finger.

Quackity wiped his face briefly with his hand. "T-This doesn't mean you c-"

"I know what it means, Quackity." Wilbur hushed him, a reassuringly soft tone followed. Not a hint of jokes filled the air. "Listen, you don't have to tolerate me- at all. I-I mean just laying here tonight with you is enough for me. If you want, I could really just stand up and walk out of your life. But, I'm glad that you consider me 'alright.'"

Quackity turned his head over to look at Wilbur. A thick silence suffocated the air. "I... I enjoy having to tolerate you."

Wilbur looked at him with a wide grin on his face. "And I enjoy you tolerating me."

Who knew that they'd actually get along under the moonlight?

6-14-22

art and a fanfiction?!?!? ayoo???

speedpaint n some other stuff under the cut :)

6 hours and 30 minutes

74 layers

yeah

Humble king 👑