This blog is dedicated to things i create. Live has gotten busy this year - i have very little computer time these days - and so, i’ve not had a chance to finish much. But i am attempting to draw everyday - and those sketches are documented on my scrapbook side blog: @mekachuo4
I will share them here for a few days, but mostly this is still reserved for the finished pieces, in the hopes i will get time to work on things again one day.
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About:
I’m Mekachu, a queer adult from the united states and married to wargoddess9
I like to cross-stitch, write fanfic, and bind books
My main fandom go-tos are One piece, Good omens, pokemon, and all things hockey.
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I have NEVER sent anonymous hate - on tumblr or anywhere else - to ANYONE in the one piece fandom (or any fandom) nor have i impersonated other users to do so either.
The person making this accusation has been harassing me since late march 2024 and has never once tried to talk to me directly, unless they are counting the anonymous threats I get regularly. That is yet another lie among many in the so called “call out” post.
The boys trying to get home after a good night on the town.
[There was a possibility Killer might throw up, and thats the only reason Kidd dared talking him into taking his helmet off. Meanwhile kidd is absolutely sober enough to figure out where the Punk is docked, yep yep]
There's a feralness to Killer that makes Kidd heart race every time he watches the boy pick up a knife
One day, he wonders if Killer will forget who he is; if Kidd will just be another body in the massacres he leaves behind. Standing over him now, expression and thoughts lost behind blood drenched hair, blade in hand. He had had two; one now broken in the skull of the man who'd grabbed Kidd in the first place.
Kidd moves slow, makes sure he's projecting his moves, nothing that might startle his friend.
Sometimes, Killer takes a bit to come back.
Kidd gets a far as standing, his knee screaming when he puts weight on it. Killer's studying him, the slow tilt of his head, until Kidd sees a glint of blue under shifting bangs. The corners of his lips twitch, and Kidd sighs in relief.
"You certainly enjoyed making an entrance" Kidd snarked, testing the waters.
Killer chucked, his wrist rotating like he just remembering he was armed; he wiped the blood off on his jeans, sheathing it at his belt as he moved forward to check Kidd over. His knee was fucked, and he'd have a hell of a shiner later, but didn't seem to have a concussion, internal bleeding or anything broken - besides maybe his kneecap. "Just trying to match your energy."
He'd carry Kidd out on his back; Kidd maybe the only person on the planet he'd trust at his back. It puts them both at risk, but Killer thinks him worth it, and Kidd slumped in his hold, exhausted.
He drifted, Killer's sure footing hardly jostling him at all as he darted down side streets and back alleys. But something caught his attention when Killer stopped to watch the flow of traffic, to recalculate a route home. Kidd, slumped against Killer, head resting on the older boy's shoulder, caught their reflection in the windows across the way.
There weren't many red heads on Kutzk. Kidd was pretty sure he wasn't the only one, but he'd never met any of the others. His pale skin and vibrant hair sticking out like a sore thumb. He didn't tan, he just burned if he was in the sun too long.
Killer tanned. And even if it was dirty, his blond hair wasn't anything special; You can’t throw a rock without hitting a dozen other urchins that could be his cousin for all they knew.
But right now, soaked in the blood of those who crossed Kidd...
Killer, from an upcoming chapter of GGD, returning to the Flower Capital in disguise to hunt down and liberate the last few of her crewmates so they can leave this nightmare of a country and never look back.
Its kinda a shame that outside the disguises for the beast pirates, the crew as a whole didnt get a wardrobe chnage for wano. But i guess considering the one Killer did get- and everything that came with it - maybe it was for the best.
> the jewellery is probably too much for this mission, but the local women who helped her for this were having way to much fun dressing up the foreigner. Besides- they all see the way Kidd stares at her and besotted look on his face will fuel their gossip circles for months
no sketches today, but i have some repeating/tiling images that i made for my dreamwidth and if they are something you think you'd use, they are up for grabs. they are made to tile with no seams for backgrounds or whatnot.
example-ish of the tile effect under cut; just ideally that you wouldn't see the seams when using.
Kidd's heart nearly stopped before he was pulling his partner in tight; a hug that would crush a lesser man.
Kidd would never bend a knee. But. "Thank you," his words lost into Killer's hair. But Luffy heard, "Monkey D. Luffy.... Pirate King."
Where Luffy's reality bending powers unburdened Killer of his unwanted Devil Fruit. Kidd relinquished any claim to the Pirate King, having his partner returned to himself more important than continuing to challenge for the title
Full story link above. Newest chapter linked below.
Chapter 9
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Standard Series Violence/Death; Implied Sexual Assault of a Teenager
Summary:
Its a light rain, warm fresh water splashing his face, the edge of a tropic storm building on the horizon. It picks at his memory, like a forgotten dream, a lullaby from the few calm points of his childhood; a point of peace where he knew he was going to die, but that was okay. He's thirteen again, and his world is ending, but it's okay, because he wasn't alone anymore.
Corazon is standing at the front of their tiny ship, staring out at the storm with a look of worry. He was just as Law remembered him, large and imposing as equal as soft and kind.
last spring/summer was such a roller-coaster. between the job situation and the lack of computer time becuase of it, it really made getting anything typed impossible. by the end of June, I ended up just sticking with doodling, and writing in general got sidelined.
BUT! the last of the hand written stuff is finally typed, and i have a digital notebook now that lets me write and sends a very rough OCR to my dreamwidth so hopefully more stories!
There are very few times they get lucky enough to get the rink to themselves. No other skaters, no lookie-loos, nobody wandering the halls and stopping by to gawk.
Kidd figured it was only a matter of time before they got interrupted tonight. They'd had some shitty luck for a while now. The team had wrapped up the practice and most had headed home, leaving just him and a restless Killer. It was pretty normal for his partner; they'd both been cursed with thoughts that wouldn't settle at the end of the day. Kidd's was a tumble of ideas and plans while Killer was just /what ifs/ and /worse cases./
So Killer'd stay and skate until he was too tired to worry anymore. It worked best if he could do it without worrying about an audience.
Any one else who'd have the balls to join Kidd on the bench to watch, Kidd have had smashed their face in.
But the StrawHats had proven themselves to be "good" people much to Kidd's disgust - and Red was no different. She was a loan shark and had a hell of a slap shot and was wasted as a team manager in his opinion - but that's what she'd rather do so more power to her.
He also knew that she'd be mum on this. He'd have to pay her off if it was anyone else, but the StrawHats as a group seem to come to their own understanding of what Killer could be teased about and what was completely off limits, and so far their judgment had been pretty sound - minus an early scuffle with Roronoa, but they'd figured that out on the ice, and all was cool now.
So she sat, and they watched.
Sometimes, Kidd wished someone had noticed just now graceful Killer was on the ice twenty years ago. He'd be some Olympic level gold champion by now if anybody'd bothered to give him half a chance.
But he'd probably not be sharing a flat and a hockey team with Kidd it they had. And Kidd was a selfish man. He wasn't sure he'd let Killer go if things had been different.
Killer skated lazy designs out on the ice. They looked simple enough unless you watched his feet; the shifting and dancing of the blades. His gear and pads were packed in the bags with Kidd in the bleachers. His hockey skates and helmet in Kidd's lap.
Just him in his under-armor, house figure skates, his hair a messy braid, and one of Kidd's headbands pulled down to keep his ears warm. Kidd couldn't help but watch him dance.
Nami was quiet next to Kidd, a new side discovered to the reserved man that shadowed Kidd both on and off the ice. A new side to Kidd himself as he sat still and memorized each movement.
Killer's go to routine on nights like this was footwork and some spins. Rarely any jumps but that wasn't to say he didn't launch himself off the glassy surface from time to time.
Except, Killer's jumps would never get worked into a professional program. Kidd smirked, realizing want Killer was working up to and leaned back - watching Nami out of the corner of his eye.
The "Holy shit" from her was worth it when Killer executed a perfect back flip.
