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Iβm Armilia. History teacher, married, mom of two, and in my thirties. I cry over fictional characters, draw whenever I can, and drink too much tea π
Iβm mostly into traditional art, but Iβm currently practicing digital drawing. When Iβm not grading papers, Iβm either sketching or daydreaming about stories.β¨
I'll mainly be posting my drawings and fan art. I draw according to my desires and inspirations, so things can be very varied. But there will probably be a lot of One Piece.
I also love writing. Mostly one-shots. I'm also writing a One Piece fanfiction with my OC. I haven't shared it yet, but I might one day when it's finished.
I mainly write in French (which is my first language), but I challenged myself to translate my one-shots into English so I can share them with you.
Feel free to leave me a comment if you liked it. And since English is not my first language, I hope I don't make too many mistakes. If I do, I sincerely apologize.
My ask box is open, feel free to interact with me or send me a request π«Ά
Masterlists:
Divider by @/saradika-graphics
Fics Masterlist
Kid
Hot Ones Kid x gn!Reader (fun, platonic)
A Taste of Strawberry Kid x f!Reader ( very light NSFW, teasing)
Surrender Kid x f!Reader ( fluff, softdom!Kid, submission)
Muse Kid x f!Reader (soft!Kid, slow burn, silent confession of love)
In Your Hands Kid x f!Reader (sub!Kid, dom!Reader, NSFW) π
Katakuri
Let me Take Care of You Katakuri x gn!Reader ( fluff, comfort)
Benn Beckman
Play with Fire Beckman x f!Reader (NSFW , 18+, Explicit Themes, Implied Smut π)
Holiday Event 2024 πβ¨
Ace x Reader : A Fire in the Snow
Heat x Reader : Falling Snow, Rising Heat
Law x Reader : My Favorite Thing
Shachi x Reader : Snowbound Hearts
Killer x Reader : Behind the Mask
Penguin x Reader: Mischief and Mistletoe
Corazon x Reader: Waiting Heart
Sanji x Reader: All I want for Valentine's
OCs Masterlist
Dawn
about Dawn
Background and abilities
Dawn's relationships with Kid's crew
request 1
little gift from Jintaka
Lemon pie by Jintaka
little gift from Fanaticsnail
Dawn, Kid and Killer ( commission by Themetalhiro)
OCs friends by luckyloops
Besties (commission by luckyloops)
Christmas cutie: Kid x Dawn commission
Messy Dawn
Rhinoplasty, Kid Pirates edition Dawn x Kid moment
Comic pages by sakura-rose12 Dawn x Kid
Hikari
sketch and colors (my art)
Sulong form (commission)
Hikari by/memento-moli
My drawings (traditional art)
Nami
Ciri ( The Witcher)
Fallout
Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)
OC friends: Mila / Tobiuo portrait Tobiuo swimming
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WIFEY, since I saw your chibi Dawn post dying from heat and fanning herself, and you later saying that Kid would handle the heat so much better than her, I haven't stopped thinking about this:
Dawn desperately searching for any bit of shade on deck while Kid doesn't stop with his "Oh, I thought you were tougher than that", "Really? It's just a little hot. I don't see what the big deal is", "Does the delicate princess want some ice?"
He never shuts up and Dawn can't stand it. If there's anything worse than the heat, it's him. She's gonna break his nose. Again. So in an attempt to shut him up once and for all, she frowns and disappears below deck only to come back a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous red and black bikini. Deep neckline. Crisscross straps across the back.
"Aaah," she sighs, arching her back as she pours an entire bottle of cold water over herself. "Much better."
And Kid shuts up. Oh, he really shuts up. In fact, he shuts uo so much that he disappears below deck because there's a very important emergency down there that requires his immediate attention and cannot be postponed under any circumstances.
I can't get over this couple, I swear!
AAAAAAH πππ I'M DYING!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, okay Wifey... LISTEN:
First of all... yes. Dawn hates hot weather. She grew up on an island where it snows almost all year round, so a heatwave is basically torture for her. She'd much rather have her butt planted on a block of ice or in the snow than deal with scorching temperatures.
And Kid? Well, he's living his best life under a blazing sun. Even if his skin is burning and he's turning bright red like a lobster, he absolutely loves it and of course, he never misses the chance to make fun of her.
"What's wrong, Princess? Melting already?"
"Need me to find you a parasol?"
"Thought you were tougher than that."
That's 100% Kid. Now... Dawn would never willingly wear such a revealing bikini.
She'd be incredibly uncomfortable.
...
Unless... it meant winning and getting on Kid's nerves.
At that point, her brain decides that psychological warfare is a perfectly acceptable strategy.
Without saying a word, Dawn disappears below deck.
Kid watches her go before shrugging.
"Well⦠guess I finally got under her skin."
"Or sheβs about to get revenge," Killer replies without looking up from his book. "Need I remind you she dyed your coat pink when you kept provoking her after she joined the crewβ¦?"
Kid snorts.
"Oh yeahβ¦"
He remembers.
He looked like that asshole Doflamingo for an entire week.
Down in the girlsβ cabin, Hip is folding laundry when Dawn walks straight to her locker without hesitation. She rummages around for a few seconds. Then stops. Her fingers wrap around a red-and-black bikini with thin crisscross straps.
Hip slowly looks up.
"β¦Hold on."
She watches Dawn inspect the bikini with almost unsettling seriousness.
Like sheβs examining a brand-new navigation instrument.
"β¦Isnβt that my bikini?"
"Yes."
"β¦You seriously want to wear that?"
Dawn nods matter-of-factly.
"I need to run an experiment."
Hip blinks.
"β¦An experiment?"
"For science."
Silence.
From the bunk above, Quincy slowly lowers her magazine.
"I love it whenever she starts a sentence with βfor science.β It always ends in drama."
Hip bursts out laughing.
"Oh, I am absolutely watching this experiment."
Dawn remains perfectly serious.
"So am I."
A few minutes later, Dawn steps back onto the deck.
The heat is still unbearable. Some crew members are tinkering with equipment while others are half-asleep in the shade of the sails. Kid is still leaning against the railing, looking far too pleased with himself.
He notices Dawn out of the corner of his eye.
"So, Prinβ"
The rest of the sentence dies in his throat.
For the briefest moment, the entire deck goes silent. Even the sound of the waves seems to fade away.
Dawn walks forward as calmly as if nothing had changed. In reality, her heart is pounding. She hates being this exposed. Every fiber of her body is screaming that this is a terrible idea. But now that sheβs here, thereβs no turning back.
She stops in the middle of the deck, unscrews a bottle of ice-cold water sheβd grabbed from the cooler, and raises it above her head. The freezing water pours over her hair, her neck, her shoulders, slowly running down her skin.
She closes her eyes for a second and lets out a deep, content sigh.
"β¦Ahhhβ¦ thatβs much better."
Nobody says a word.
Heat slowly turns toward Kid. Then Wire. Then Quincy. Even Killer finally looks up from his book. Theyβre all staring at exactly the same thing.
Their captain.
Kid is completely frozen, arms crossed, mouth slightly open. The man whose brain can invent the craziest machines imaginable appears to have suffered a complete system failure.
Wire is already grinning from ear to ear. Heat bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Quincy doesnβt even bother trying.
"Oooooohβ¦"
Kid finally blinks. He clears his throat once. Then twice. Then vaguely gestures toward the stairs leading below deck.
"β¦Uhβ¦ Iβve got something important to check in the workshop."
Nobody answers.
Because nobody believes him.
Kid turns around with whatever dignity he has left⦠and disappears below deck.
Another second of silence passes.
Thenβ¦
The Victoria Punk absolutely erupts with laughter.
Heat doubles over. Wire pounds his fist against a crate. Even Killer lets out a muffled laugh behind his mask.
Hip walks over to Dawn with a huge grin.
"So? Results?"
Dawn stares at the doorway Kid just vanished through, then looks down at the bikini.
The tiniest satisfied smile curls at the corner of her lips.
"Hypothesis confirmed."
Quincy is already handing her a beach towel, which Dawn immediately wraps around herself as fast as humanly possible.
"You officially made the captain blue-screen."
"I believe the experiment can now be published," Dawn replies, still trying very hard not to smile.
"The results are conclusive."
Honestly Wifey, thank you for this. This was so much fun to write, it absolutely made my day π«Άβ¨π
A little drabble for my sweet @jintaka-hane, who seems to be missing the handsome doctor of the Red Force. Itβs very, very short, but I think reading this will do you some good today. I adore you, Wifey π«Ά
You had woken up with a strange feeling.
Not because of the Red Forceβs rocking, nor the already lively voices on deck, nor even the sunlight filtering through the curtains of your cabin.
No.
You had woken up because an awful pain was shooting through your neck.
You had tried to move your head once, still half-asleep. Big mistake. A jolt of pain had shot all the way up behind your ear, and you had frozen instantly, breathless.
"Owβ¦ Fuckβ¦"
You stayed still for a few seconds, your eyes closed, as though the pain might kindly decide to disappear if you pretended you did not know it was there.
It did not disappear.
On the contrary, when you tried to sit up, your neck protested so violently that you let out a small, frustrated groan. You found yourself stuck, lying on your back, unable to turn your head without feeling as though someone were driving a knife between your shoulder and your neck.
It was ridiculous.
You had survived storms, Marine attacks, and a meal Lucky Roux had made with far too much chili.
But there you were, defeated by your own pillow.
"Are you planning on growling like that for long?"
You almost jumped.
Well⦠as much as your neck allowed you to.
Hongo was standing in the doorway, a steaming cup in one hand and his eternally far-too-calm expression on his face. He had probably knocked, but you had not heard a thing through the pain and your bad mood.
"How long have you been there?" you asked.
"Long enough to understand that you did not simply decide to sleep in".
You tried to shoot him a dark look.
The problem was, you could not turn your head toward him.
Hongo gave a small smile, very subtle, but you caught it out of the corner of your eye.
He set his cup down on the small bedside table, then slowly approached the bed. His movements were calm, precise, as always. Even after all those years sailing with the Red Hair Pirates, even in the middle of fights and chaos, Hongo always gave the impression that nothing could truly rush him.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress.
"Can you move your arms?"
"Yes"
βYour fingers?β
You moved them slightly.
"No tingling?"
"No."
"Dizziness? Nausea?"
"No, Doctor."
"Very well. So, you probably slept in a catastrophic position."
You narrowed your eyes.
"What a brilliant conclusion."
"Thank you. I studied for a long time to reach it."
Despite yourself, a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. He noticed it, of course. Hongo always noticed everything.
He leaned slightly toward you.
"Iβm going to take a look. Donβt move."
"I can hardly do anything else."
"I know."
His hand came to rest near your shoulder, warm through the fabric of your top. He did not force you to turn your head. He simply examined the line of your neck gently, his fingers brushing over the tense muscles.
You barely breathed, as though breathing too deeply might make things worse.
"Here?" he asked, pressing delicately near your shoulder.
You winced.
"Yes."
"And here?"
"Hongoβ¦"
"So yes."
"You take far too much pleasure in being right."
"Not at all."
He said it with such perfect serenity that you immediately knew he was lying a little.
His fingers slowly moved up toward your neck, massaging with a light, steady pressure. At first, you tensed up even more. Then the warmth of his hands began to loosen something in your muscles. It was slight, but very much there.
You let out a trembling breath.
"Sorry," you murmured. "I know you have better things to do than take care of me because I slept in some shitty position."
Hongo paused for a second.
"You know," he said softly, "just because it isnβt serious doesnβt mean it doesnβt deserve help."
You did not answer.
He resumed his movements, a little more slowly.
"And besides," he added, "you would not have come to see me on your own, would you?"
"I would have managed."
"Of course."
"I would have waited for it to pass."
"Which is exactly what I just said."
You let out a breath through your nose, offended despite yourself.
Hongo gave a small laugh. Then, with great care, he slipped one hand behind your neck and the other against your shoulder.
"Iβm going to help you sit up. Tell me right away if it pulls too much."
"Okay."
He did not rush you. He guided every movement, supporting you with an almost tender patience. When you were finally sitting against the pillows, you kept your head slightly tilted, unable to do any better.
Hongo picked up his cup and held it out to you.
"Tea. And before you protest: thereβs something in it to relax your muscles."
"You put that in my tea without asking me?"
"You were going to refuse."
"Maybe."
"There you go."
You took the cup carefully. Your fingers brushed against his.
Hongo did not pull his hand away right away.
"Youβre staying here this morning," he declared.
"Hongo..."
"This is not a negotiation."
"Shanks is going to make fun of me."
"Shanks makes fun of everyone. Itβs a constant of nature."
This time, you really laughed. It was another mistake: the movement pulled at your neck and you immediately winced.
Hongo sighed, feigning exasperation, before leaning toward you.
"Donβt move too much, alright?"
He gently brushed a strand of hair stuck to your cheek aside, then his thumb grazed your temple.
"Let me take care of you for once."
Your heart tightened a little too much over something so simple.
You lowered your eyes to your cup, unable to hide your smile.
Wifeyyyyyyy!!!!! WIFEYYYYYYY!!!!!! π«Άπ»π«Άπ»π«Άπ»π«Άπ»π«Άπ» I dont deserve youuuuu!!! Thank youuuu π omg, I feel better now! And not only because a whole night passed πππ
But there you were, defeated by your own pillow.
Hahahhahahhahahhahah!!!!! That's exactly what happened!!! Hahhahahhahaha. And of course he had already prepared a tea to soothe the pain. Of course!! He always comes prepared this doctor...
And @akagami-no-laney you have a stiff neck like me?!! Oh my...
Aaaaawwww, Iβm really, really happy this little story made you smile @jintaka-hane π It means so much to know that it brought you a bit of comfort!
And Iβm so glad youβre feeling better too β¨ Honestly, nothing works quite like our blorbos when weβre having a rough day. A little angst, a little comfort, some soft moments, and suddenly things feel a tiny bit lighter again π They may not solve everything, but they definitely know how to take care of us.
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A little drabble for my sweet @jintaka-hane, who seems to be missing the handsome doctor of the Red Force. Itβs very, very short, but I think reading this will do you some good today. I adore you, Wifey π«Ά
You had woken up with a strange feeling.
Not because of the Red Forceβs rocking, nor the already lively voices on deck, nor even the sunlight filtering through the curtains of your cabin.
No.
You had woken up because an awful pain was shooting through your neck.
You had tried to move your head once, still half-asleep. Big mistake. A jolt of pain had shot all the way up behind your ear, and you had frozen instantly, breathless.
"Owβ¦ Fuckβ¦"
You stayed still for a few seconds, your eyes closed, as though the pain might kindly decide to disappear if you pretended you did not know it was there.
It did not disappear.
On the contrary, when you tried to sit up, your neck protested so violently that you let out a small, frustrated groan. You found yourself stuck, lying on your back, unable to turn your head without feeling as though someone were driving a knife between your shoulder and your neck.
It was ridiculous.
You had survived storms, Marine attacks, and a meal Lucky Roux had made with far too much chili.
But there you were, defeated by your own pillow.
"Are you planning on growling like that for long?"
You almost jumped.
Well⦠as much as your neck allowed you to.
Hongo was standing in the doorway, a steaming cup in one hand and his eternally far-too-calm expression on his face. He had probably knocked, but you had not heard a thing through the pain and your bad mood.
"How long have you been there?" you asked.
"Long enough to understand that you did not simply decide to sleep in".
You tried to shoot him a dark look.
The problem was, you could not turn your head toward him.
Hongo gave a small smile, very subtle, but you caught it out of the corner of your eye.
He set his cup down on the small bedside table, then slowly approached the bed. His movements were calm, precise, as always. Even after all those years sailing with the Red Hair Pirates, even in the middle of fights and chaos, Hongo always gave the impression that nothing could truly rush him.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress.
"Can you move your arms?"
"Yes"
βYour fingers?β
You moved them slightly.
"No tingling?"
"No."
"Dizziness? Nausea?"
"No, Doctor."
"Very well. So, you probably slept in a catastrophic position."
You narrowed your eyes.
"What a brilliant conclusion."
"Thank you. I studied for a long time to reach it."
Despite yourself, a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. He noticed it, of course. Hongo always noticed everything.
He leaned slightly toward you.
"Iβm going to take a look. Donβt move."
"I can hardly do anything else."
"I know."
His hand came to rest near your shoulder, warm through the fabric of your top. He did not force you to turn your head. He simply examined the line of your neck gently, his fingers brushing over the tense muscles.
You barely breathed, as though breathing too deeply might make things worse.
"Here?" he asked, pressing delicately near your shoulder.
You winced.
"Yes."
"And here?"
"Hongoβ¦"
"So yes."
"You take far too much pleasure in being right."
"Not at all."
He said it with such perfect serenity that you immediately knew he was lying a little.
His fingers slowly moved up toward your neck, massaging with a light, steady pressure. At first, you tensed up even more. Then the warmth of his hands began to loosen something in your muscles. It was slight, but very much there.
You let out a trembling breath.
"Sorry," you murmured. "I know you have better things to do than take care of me because I slept in some shitty position."
Hongo paused for a second.
"You know," he said softly, "just because it isnβt serious doesnβt mean it doesnβt deserve help."
You did not answer.
He resumed his movements, a little more slowly.
"And besides," he added, "you would not have come to see me on your own, would you?"
"I would have managed."
"Of course."
"I would have waited for it to pass."
"Which is exactly what I just said."
You let out a breath through your nose, offended despite yourself.
Hongo gave a small laugh. Then, with great care, he slipped one hand behind your neck and the other against your shoulder.
"Iβm going to help you sit up. Tell me right away if it pulls too much."
"Okay."
He did not rush you. He guided every movement, supporting you with an almost tender patience. When you were finally sitting against the pillows, you kept your head slightly tilted, unable to do any better.
Hongo picked up his cup and held it out to you.
"Tea. And before you protest: thereβs something in it to relax your muscles."
"You put that in my tea without asking me?"
"You were going to refuse."
"Maybe."
"There you go."
You took the cup carefully. Your fingers brushed against his.
Hongo did not pull his hand away right away.
"Youβre staying here this morning," he declared.
"Hongo..."
"This is not a negotiation."
"Shanks is going to make fun of me."
"Shanks makes fun of everyone. Itβs a constant of nature."
This time, you really laughed. It was another mistake: the movement pulled at your neck and you immediately winced.
Hongo sighed, feigning exasperation, before leaning toward you.
"Donβt move too much, alright?"
He gently brushed a strand of hair stuck to your cheek aside, then his thumb grazed your temple.
"Let me take care of you for once."
Your heart tightened a little too much over something so simple.
You lowered your eyes to your cup, unable to hide your smile.
This one was quite a challenge, but Iβm really happy with how it turned out ^^ Donβt hesitate to check out the Instagram account of the artist who started this DTIYS, theyβre very talented.
The heat here is absolutely infernal, and I canβt stop thinking about my poor baby who would be completely sick in this kind of weather. πβοΈ
Dawn comes from an island where winter lasts almost all year, so heat, blazing sun, and heavy airβ¦ definitely not for her. Give her snow, icy wind, and a big coat, and sheβll be perfectly happy. But a heatwave? She would literally melt on the spot.
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This is a full anatomy class. A masterclass, I'd dare say!!! Goodness, he is so handsome and hot π₯π₯΅π₯π₯!!!! and you draw him so, so well, kid. Am I staring? Nah. I'd just say I LOVE his hair (and not only the hair on his head, hahahahaha!!).
You have a "je ne sais quoi" when you draw, giuls! There's a certain magnetism in their expressions, eyes, eyebrows... everything! And freckles, oh my god, I am obsessed with freckles π«¦π«¦π«¦.
Seeing the rest of the team would be a real great! And I'm ashamed to say I hadn't appropriately appreciated the happy trail before @jintaka-hane attracted my attention to it!
This one was quite a challenge, but Iβm really happy with how it turned out ^^ Donβt hesitate to check out the Instagram account of the artist who started this DTIYS, theyβre very talented.
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Hello my beautiful Armilia and I hope you are having a wonderful weekend.
I just wanted to share... this. Thank you, really thank you for letting me play with this beauty. I had a lot of fun, and it has been a great practise, because I manage to have a little bit of improvisation with colouring tools in clip paint studio. I hope you like it <3 Your draw was amazing to start with.
Raccoon hugs!! (\(^w^)/)
Ohhh thank you so much, my lovely! I was so excited to see what you were going to do with her and I genuinely love it!!!!!!!
Iβm really, really happy that you wanted to color my mermaid, and even more that it gave you a chance to practise and experiment a little! Thatβs exactly the kind of thing that makes me so happy with sharing this: seeing someone make it their own, have fun with it, try things, improviseβ¦ and give it a whole new life with their own sensitivity.
And honestly, the koi fish-inspired tail is absolutely gorgeous. It gives her such a soft, elegant, and slightly magical vibe. The colors work so well, and I really love the direction you took with her. Itβs so pretty, I think you managed to give her so much charm. And the hair is also so beautiful! Iβm totally in love with the color you chose for it!!!
Thank you for taking the time to color her and show her to me. It truly makes me so happy to see my drawing in your hands, especially with so much care and love put into it. I really, really love it π₯°
