I would like to announce that the Megop prints are now avaiable on my etsy!
Link:
Shop RandomArts by NrandomArtist located in Ostrava, Czechia.
Even just paying a visit to take a look means a lot to!
Also
If you really wish for some of my prints and I don’t have your country in my shipping options you can send me private message here on Tumblr and I can get you info abt price of shipping etc for you. (^^)
Kuzan (Aokiji) x Reader / Borsalino (Kizaru) x Reader / Sakazuki (Akainu) x Reader
crossposted on AO3
Kuzan as a Lover
He is not what he seems. Laziness is a veil, not a truth. His love is not loud—it’s the low tide at midnight, coming back again and again to your shores no matter how many times you chase him away. Cold? Perhaps. But it is the kind of cold that numbs pain, not causes it. The kind that preserves. The kind that hides the gentlest things beneath ice so they won’t break.
1. He listens without making you perform.He'll pretend to be asleep while you're rambling, but his hand will shift just slightly—barely there, enough for your fingers to find his. He remembers the small things. The way you take your tea. The name of your childhood dog. The silence you fall into when you're sad.
2. His affection is quiet, consistent.Kuzan will not serenade you. He won’t write poetry. But he will shield you with his body without a second thought. He will tilt his head toward yours on the train ride home. He will make breakfast and call it “accidental.” He will hold your ankle when you’re reading, just to know you’re there.
3. He is not always present, but he is never gone.There will be absences. Emotional and physical. He wanders in his mind and on the map. But when he returns, it’s like he never left. A jacket shrugged around your shoulders before you realize you're cold. A cup placed beside your hand, perfectly made. His love is in the details—unspoken, unwavering.
Being loved by Kuzan is like sleeping in a blizzard with the faintest fire cupped between two palms. You learn to trust that he won't let it go out.
Borsalino as a Lover
Golden, dazzling, elusive. Borsalino’s love is a sunbeam slipping through blinds at noon—playful, warm, and always just out of reach. You never really know if he’s flirting with you or the idea of flirting with you, and that’s part of the thrill. His smile lies. His eyes lie. But his touch? His touch is honest.
1. He plays dumb. He’s not.He'll shrug and say “ohhh~?” when you’re upset, but he already knows exactly why. He watches. Calculates. Borsalino doesn’t miss a thing, but he gives you room to pretend he does—so you can keep your pride intact. It’s a kindness, though it never looks like one.
2. He flirts like a habit. But loves like a secret.He will call you “honey” in front of strangers and wink like a fool, but never tell you what you actually mean to him. Not in words. Never in words. It’s in the way he softens when your laughter fades. In the way he lingers by the door, waiting for your smile before he leaves.
3. He moves fast, but stays long.Light is speed, and Borsalino is always halfway gone. But he returns. Always returns. You’ll find gifts with no occasion. Clothes folded just how you like them. His sunglasses left on your counter—deliberately forgotten, so he has an excuse to come back.
Being loved by Borsalino is like trying to bottle sunlight. You’ll never quite capture him—but for a moment, he lights your whole world.
Sakazuki as a Lover
He is intensity incarnate. Love, to Sakazuki, is not soft. It is not whispered or wilted or worn thin with time. His love is a force, molten and raw. He will not charm you. He will not chase you. But if he chooses you—truly chooses you—then you will be protected like territory, loved like duty, consumed like fire.
1. He does not flirt. He commits.You won’t find roses on your pillow or clever words in your inbox. But you will find his coat on your shoulders before a storm. You will find his back turned to the door at night—because if danger comes, he wants it to strike him first. You will find his silence filled with meaning.
2. His anger is never aimed at you.Though his fire burns, it shields you. His temper is volcanic, but you are sacred ground. If you are hurt, his fury becomes directionless, devastating. He will not say “I love you” often. But he will say “Did they touch you?” with clenched fists. And that is the same thing, for him.
3. He doesn’t do it halfway.There is no version of Sakazuki that loves lightly. If he lets you in, you are in. His bed, his home, his world. You’ll learn that his discipline bleeds into everything—your routines, your meals, the way he notices when you're off. It can be overwhelming. But it is real. It is absolute.
Being loved by Sakazuki is like being forged in magma. It hurts, sometimes. But you come out unbreakable.
Speedpaint of sketching Ricardo inpired by Love and Deepspace Zayne’s memory.
It looks way better now since I already did lineart but I still hate that no matter how much I sketch, study, try… I still end up not liking it cause the drawing doesn’t look “alive” enough to me. Maybe it’s because that when I find interest in character I want to draw them perfectly, to capture how beautiful or hot they are in my eyes and always feel like I failed. But that’s just part of being an artist I suppose.
Also, I know about those asks with Randy boy jr headcannons and when I have time I will work on em (^^)
