my silly journey

It probably wasn't the greatest idea to send you on a mission with Sommers alone.

At least, that’s what your partner, lord of the world, <strong>the nerona Imu</strong>, tried to convince you, even though another knight should be visiting afterwards to help with the cleanup, so in all cases everything should be fine–

Shepherd Sommers is reckless, sadistic, way too hot headed, and by comparison, he didn't keep up to par with the other knights in terms of sheer strength. On the other hand, with you being Imu’s direct right hand, you were more than qualified to assist him. Sommers insisted up and down that he didn’t need help, but eventually warmed up to the idea since it was you that would be coming with him, and it was an unspoken thing that the knights took nicely to you specifically. You still were adamant on going with him, just to make sure he returned home safely.

“Careful,” You warned him before you used the abyss to teleport you both to your missions’ destination.

Sommers giggled, “You always say that.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t wish to surprise you, I know the abyss can be scary sometimes.”

“I guess… You’re right.” Sommers admitted before he began seeing the trail which should lead to your targets, he remembered the numerous times Gunko stuck to his side, looking downwards in preparation before Imu used the abyss, he always instinctively put his hand on her back to steady her for those few moments. It got better when she grew up, but he still teased her about it. He immediately created a long creature and invited you to jump on, holding out his hand and all for you, before it set straight above the forest.

“You can probably drop someone from this height and watch their bones and organs splatter…” You said to yourself while looking down at the trees.

A shiver ran down Sommers’ spine– Yes, the idea sounded awesome to a sadist like him, but he was terrified of even touching a hair on your body in a wrong way because well– Imu-sama– He shook his head and gently pushed you back to the middle, “We wouldn’t want that happening to you.. Not now of all times.”

You giggled and didn’t try anything again, Sommers ordered the creature to descend so that you’re both at the site of this group of pirates. They were simply causing ruckus around the Holy Land, and getting rid of them shouldn’t really take too long, considering almost every report about them came back that they were weaklings, really, what did you expect from mere insects trying to threaten <strong>Marijoa.</strong>

Sommers glanced at you, almost thinking, before speaking, “Maybe it’s best if you… Stay behind, and I do all the dirty work you know! Relax… brew a fancy tea.. Or whatever…” Sommers tried to push you back so that you were out of their line of sight.

“Why? I can fight with you!” You retorted and pushed him away, walking to the cliff again to look at them.

He called out your name and followed you, but eventually gave up on trying to stop you again when he remembered that you were literally… basically the ruler of Marijoa.

Though he did decide to take the initiative to frighten them first before the fight, to hopefully ease the load on yourself, so with ease, he placed his palm on the ground and ordered his thorns to attack in their direction, such fools, parting in a bar with a loud voice, oh well, it was destined to happen since they thought that threatening Marijoa was a good idea.

You walked towards the inn, clearly built just to house them, though the sound of glass breaking from the panic caused by Sommers’ thorns made you think they were using it to get drunk and not use it as an actual hideout, considering how poorly made this place was.

Well, the place was big, kudos for that, but you believed that Sommers’ thorns sprouted everywhere enough for you to clean up, so you entered through the door with your right foot first, hands on your blade to clean up.

And clean up you did, most of them were not even close to landing a scratch on your body, your blade sliced smoothly through their guts, organs flew over the wooden floor, staining the wood for the next 50 years, and you weren't even entertained in the slightest, their screams the same you've heard hundreds of times before… Sommers came in sometime to also have his own fun, you laughed at his amusement, stepping on their puny skulls while his thorns did the rest of the massacre.

“Well this wasn't that bad!” Sommers threw himself on the bar table and laughed loudly, you approached him with a soft smile after resheathing your sword.

“Right, it seems like–” Your head turned sharply towards the back of the bar, glaring at it with venom in your eyes. Sommers tried to see what you were seeing, but his observation haki wasn't at the same level as yours and Imu.

“Something's wrong, call and ask Saintess Gunko to speed up.”

You checked using your haki for the other knights that should be on the way here to help with the clean up and search for any valuables, you did feel Manmayer Gunko’s presence approaching.

After glancing at Sommers, and keeping your haki up to keep tabs on this individual, well whoever they were… they were strong. And the issue is, you and Sommers were ordered by Imu to keep the place as spotless as possible for future missions and scoutings, considering how close it was to Saboady, and it generally had a bunch of valuables that would be useful for Marijoa.

However, you probably should've remembered that you gave up your immortality that week to ease your lover from all the heaviness on their body due to the covenants they keep making with the knights. Your body moved before you could think and you gave the order for Sommers to stay put, because you knew with him that place would be gone to ruins.

Sommers resisted every urge in his body to go after you, and stayed to wait for Gunko.

And well, you decided you’d fight the person that was clearly aiming to avenge his mates.

The battle was long, gruesome and bloody, but you contained it to a small area.

You won, of course.

But not without sustaining heavy damage, because you were simply <em>not used</em> to fighting without the reassurance of your immortality. You managed to minimize the damage to the terrain like how Imu wanted it, and got rid of the enemy too! Your sword has been your partner in battles for years after all.

You laid there in agony, it is so unfamiliar, this feeling of… pain… you guessed.

There's a warm liquid soaking your clothes, that must be blood, you assume, it is u familiar to you, the smell is sickening, heavy, and pungent.

Your hands are cold, that must be from the lack of blood.

You don't know how severe everything is, quite frankly you haven't seen your flesh or blood in decades.

It is quiet, almost comfortingly so, as you lay on the grass breathing deeply to sustain your energy. A pair of hands- not big enough to be Sommers', nor small enough to be Gunko's, carry you with ease, the sun is shining so brightly in your eyes, it hurts to see who's carrying you, so you opt to just lay your head on their chest to relax.

..

Shamrock’s face flushes red immediately- he is only doing this to carry you somewhere safer- and not soaked in your own blood!!!

Sommers runs with him and Gunko and Shamrock finally sets you down.

You groan and immediately feel a bandage closing in on your thigh, making you scream in pain.

“I- I'm sorry- I have to-” Gunko apologises with genuine pain in her eyes, you give her a thumbs up and signal for her to continue.

Your head is in Sommers’ lap, so you immediately bite into his coat, so that your tongue doesn't get bit off. He lets you and does not dare try and stop you, Shamrock is next to Gunko, fastening the bandages with his knowledge.

After that's done, you breathe a sigh of relief, before Gunko immediately presses more into your arm.

“You–”

“I have to! And it's going to have to happen either way!” Gunko screamed back at you and continued working with Shamrock…. Sommers occasionally leaned down to kiss your forehead and apologise in the same breath, making you giggle, you didn't blame him in the slightest, maybe Imu will get a little– just a tinyyyy bit angry– but as long as you look at Imu with your adorable puppy eyes it should be fine.

You began feeling light headed as Gunko worked… and closed your eyes in Sommers’ lap, Shamrock was quick to wake you up,

“We don't know how severe your injuries are- so-”

“I know… I studied medicine a few hundred years back…”

“...sorry” Shamrock apologizes and hisses at Gunko to finish faster.

“How about you do it!?” She growled at the commander.

“Can you two stay quiet!?” Sommers interrupted… before going on.

“so are we telling our lord-”

“No!?” Gunko and Shamrock screamed.

“Do you remember what he did to my father when he deliberately ignored her on a mission?!” Shamrock vaguely gestured to you.

That day was truly horrific.

He could have sworn Garling looked genuinely petrified.

“I suggest you keep it a secret as well..” You murmured, at this point fighting to keep yourself awake.

“See!” Shamrock and Gunko exclaimed- they would be as good as dead if this accident happened to be in Imu's knowledge–

Sommers eats at himself from the guilt… he knew this was dangerous… he should've insisted more-

“Sommers, stop thinking and be a more comfortable pillow for my head.” You pouted, if you're gonna be in pain at least you should rest your head!

“Y-yes ma'am…” Sommers stops shaking and you relax, almost purring.

He occasionally wipes the sweat off of your face, your skin is getting pale from the blood loss, and your lips are starting to shiver.

Shamrock of course notices- he takes one more look at the bandages and deems it well enough.

You feel weightless, immediately carried by Sommers as the three knights make their way back to the spot where they came from so that Gunko can use the abyss to take you back to Marijoa.

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The doctors working on you were terrified beyond degree,

<strong>Three Holy Knights were in the room stressing them.</strong>

And thankfully, there wasn't more they could do, Gunko had bandaged you up, and all they did was stitch the wounds properly in surgery and give you the blood needed to compensate for the missing blood, you were resting peacefully in your room, the three knights sitting around you, every one of their faces scrunched in worry despite being told that you were stable.

“We should work on the report to give to Imu-sama…” Shamrock started with a gloomy voice.

“Our heads are going to be hung up for a week,” Gunko continued, her usually uncaring voice sounding as defeated as it could be.

“Our metal hearts are gonna be torn out of our chests and placed in liquid filled jars until our lady gets better…” Sommers says.

Their gloomy energy combined is enough to make the room suffocating, and none of them get to work on that report even though the intention was there. As far as ,<em>they</em> know, Imu doesn't know they're back yet.

Gunko calls Killingham crying asking him to come to the infirmary, the kirin does so in a frantic rush, knowing that nothing steered Gunko so easily.

…

He ends up sitting next to the other 3 and sobbing in silence, all while hoping you'd wake up soon.

“So, what happened?” He asked Sommers between sobs.

Sommers sniffs into his sleeve for the thousandth time now before answering, “She asked me to stay back and fought the pirate herself.”

“She always does that…” Killingham pouts, even through the mask and his kirin form, it’s obvious.

Truthfully, the only reason Gunko called him was to make sure you slept well using his powers, and while he usually hated when the knights asked that of him, if it’s for you then he wouldn’t even blink an eye.

…

Your first instinct when you wake up is to stab above you– though your state is a quick reminder that you were injured, and your sword was not on your side.

Taking a good look behind you (only after your eyes got used to the light level of this room), you realized it was Killingham’s mane, his body was on your right hand on his knees, so his neck must have unfurled and sought comfort around you, you wanted to giggle, he swore up and down he stopped doing that as he grew up, Gunko is on your other side, hat aside and her sitting on a stool so her neck could reach your bed. Sommers and Shamrock are on the chairs against the wall, only Shamrock is half laying on Sommers’ lap, and the oldest knight seemed to be asleep sitting upright, probably <em>still</em> blaming himself.

The quietness and dimness of the room soothed the panicked state you woke up in, the kirin was curling more against you, Gunko was breathing calmly, and the other two were deep asleep.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the injuries from your lover for long, considering the impact they did on you.

<em>”Mu told thou,”</em> You felt a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“And I told you to stop stalking me like that,” You murmured with a hint of playfulness, craning your neck as much as it allowed you to look to your partner.

<em>“Thou ended up in a bad state, how could mu not.”</em>

To the sleeping kirin, the presence of Imu very close to you was almost a threat, his head moved and his snout rubbed against Imu’s shoulder, a very futile attempt to push them away.

You have to stop your laugh and vaguely signal to the kirin.

“See? They love me.”

<em>“Thou almost died.”</em>

“It was my fault. I told Sommers to stay back, I wanted the island clean for when the knights use it as base on their missions.”

Imu sighed, always too kind hearted regarding them, they stepped back, and Killingham curled his head around you again, the tiny frown in his eyes disappearing as he relaxed again.

Every ounce of wanting to punish the knights in Imu’s heart was practically gone after taking a look around the room, Shamrock basically pulling Sommers’ coat off his back and using it as a blanket, the stool threatening to slide under Gunko and dropping her, Killingham’s mane acting like a pillow and a source of comfort to you…

You couldn’t see the redness in Imu’s face, but you could feel it just by how their stance shifted, you know they trusted the knights, and due to your closeness with them he would never be able to cause them harm, or even go as far as to punish them…

<em>”Well, maybe a scare would be enough.”</em> They reasoned and gave the back of your palm a kiss, before giving Killingham a salty stare about not letting them near their <em>wife.</em> and disappearing again… You assumed you were the anchor to which they can teleport to, but you never really cared to ask, since most of the time you were fine on your own.

<em>”That was really sweet of them..”</em>

You leaned your head back against Killingham and fell asleep, you assumed Imu left knowing that their presence– if the knights woke up, would be plenty enough to send them back into a coma, considering they haven’t filled the report yet.

Your hand rested weakly around a glass of water, you woke up before any of the knights did, so you figured watching them for a few more minutes while you sipped some water would be lovely.

And as you thought, it was, it was quiet, Killingham was snoring against your side, and the rest of the knights were in deep sleep, your fingers ran through Gunko’s beautiful blue hair, until you felt the cup be taken away from your other hand…

“Sommers…”

“...You’re not supposed to be making any effort in recovery.” The last word was clearly heavy on his tongue, his hair is in disarray, his glasses are on his head, even though he needed them to see clearly.

“It was only a glass of water,” You said with a soft smile, Sommers didn’t know how you could be so relaxed.

Killingham rubbed his face against yours as he woke up.

“One minute it’s a glass of water and the other…” He’s interrupted by a yawn, or his narcolepsy, you can’t tell. “The other you’ll be jumping around saying you’re fine.”

The kirin huffs and straightens up, leaving the room, you don’t really know why.

You cough immediately after he leaves, and Sommers helps you drink some water, which you thank him for.

Gunko wakes up after hearing you and stares at you and Sommers, you seem fine, so she has nothing to say really, except she’s looking at the side of your bed… very intently.

Shamrock is the last to wake up, you assume it’s because of the rigorous training and routine his father forces him to do, so his body is catching up to rest it desperately needs. At least he looks comfortable here.

You notice Sommers’ coat is fully draped on Shamrock, so you tilt your head to Sommers and blink a few times slyly.

His face is red in the matter of moments, he’ll never admit to caring for the other knights.

Killingham comes back with a tray of food, he looks shy, doing a duty he’s not used to doing, “I asked the kitchen for food… I don’t think you ate in a while…”

“I’m not really hungry though–”

“You still need to eat.” It’s Shamrock’s sleepy voice that comes through, his braids have fallen out in his sleep, and his eyes look a little better today, he doesn’t look pissed at everyone for once (well he doesn’t look that way around you anyways).

“I can’t eat without you guys.” You huff and turn away from the kirin.

That is enough for all of them to go into a panic, naturally none of them have an appetite due to the scare they got from you getting injured so gruesomely in battle.

You eventually give up and tell them you were joking, it does feel a little weird to be eating without them, considering you were always from one house to another to sit with them, and they loved your company.

Shamrock detangles your hair as you eat, you have not the slightest of clues where he got a comb from, but you assumed it came with having luscious locks like his. It’s easy for him to make your hair into a braid, he knows how to do it flawlessly, but they never look good on his own head.

<s>Well, he’d never say that, he’d still just appear at your door and ask you to do his hair.</s>

“You guys should get back to your families now,” You said looking at them, Gunko has already surrendered to her instinct and curled to your side like a cat.

“I got approved time off for all of us to stay with you.” Shamrock said sheepishly.

“....From Imu?” Both your eyebrows were raised.

Sommers is beyond relieved, and Killingham and Gunko are practically purring and Shamrock has a tiny happy smile on his face instead of the scowl he usually has.

“I only had to send one letter this time, somehow, it’s usually three.” He answered the unsaid question, making you laugh.

“Well, it seems like they’re in a great mood today.”

—

“And pray tell, how do all <strong>four</strong> of thou, explain what happened on that island!?”

Killingham is curled up and being held up by Shamrock and Gunko is basically under Sommers’ coat–

Any attempts of explanation by the knights ended up in them getting chased around by Imu's tentacles. And hell, were they difficult to counter. Killingham has been thrown in a wall twice already, Cerberus is bloody terrified of the shadows, Gunko's speed is not enough-

Nerona Imu, is by all means, not mad, not at all!

They’re infuriated. Which, ten times worse, if not for the fact that the knights rarely see their lord displaying any sorts of emotions.

The room of flowers is <em>barely</em> staying upright, from Imu’s haki flaring around so much.

“I literally left for 10 minutes…” Your mumble is enough to cut through the…chaos that was in the room– and Imu immediately pulls all of their tentacles back… They change back to their cloaked form, and they seem to be mumbling to themselves.

The knights almost collapse– thanking the heavens for having their asses saved, you nod behind you, and they immediately take the chance, with Gunko flying on her arrows, Shamrock already on Cerberus, Killingham on his clouds, and Sommers on his thorns.

Except you meet Sommers eyes before he manages to leave, and he stops immediately to see what you needed. Imu is still blabbering to themselves, so you take the opportunity to approach Sommers, reach on your toes, and give him a warm kiss on his cheek, he almost fumbles back in shock–

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You smile, showing your teeth to him, and his heart feels slightly at ease now… after everything, you're fine, thankfully, Imu didn't tear them apart, peter doesn't exactly know…

Sommers pulls you in for a hug before letting you go, the smile that gets mirrored on his face is much more carefree.

“There's my cheerful knight!” You tease and he grins, then waves farewell as he leaves.

You're left with Imu now.

You immediately make your way to their seat and sit in their lap, they immediately wrap their tentacles around you to make sure you don't fall, and make sure they weren't pressing on your injuries.

“I need to give you your regeneration back…” Imu said. To which you immediately shake your head no.

“You need a little more rest.”

“Mu is the leader of this world–!”

A sudden kiss is enough to make them red.

“Cheater.” Imu grumbles.

“You like it!”

Imu switches to their human form to carry you against their chest with ease.

One Piece

Here are some digital and non-digital drawings I usually do. I also publish them on my side blog (so for the mutuals who recognized the graphics of these works... congratulations: you're great observers, heheh)

• We have the king of the world. This devil, false god who has ruled the planet for 800 years.

• We have his subordinate, who transforms into a colorful, decidedly phallic Sandworm (don't tell him this, he might be offended).

• And finally, we have Loki. This giant guy, about 60-70 meters tall with hair that reminds me of blueberry ice cream, who likes to stick his tongue out.

This last one is part of a personal challenge.

Matrix Agents

Yes, I've reacquainted myself with the Matrix universe, and I have to say it was easy to pinpoint my favorites: the villains.

I don't know... maybe it's the characterization, the enigmatic charm they exude, or their charisma.

Anyway, the fact is, as a true villain lover, I always remain coherent with my preferences. So here are the trio of agents I like so much

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In Gear Fifth, since I like to overdo it and create crazy mixes.

I've been infected by Nika's virus...

no...

wait

In order: Smith, Brown and Jones

The hair is a little weird, sure, but that's part of the aesthetic. It just floats in the air, completely ignoring the laws of physics. It's all normal, trust!

I thought it would be nice to distinguish them more in this situation, by creating their own Hagoromo cloud with a different shape.

They are cartoonish and grotesque at the same time and, even though I consider these drawings "colossal crap", I have to admit that I had fun making them... except for the curses that I spat out every time I made a mistake ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ

Godzilla

I draw some Godzilla things of course

Again, if you recognize the graphic... congratulations! I'm also posting this content on the other blog.

Shin Godzilla is my favorite kaiju, with those proto-paws that wave happily as he smiles at you and sends you love.

The other one is supposedly a little fanart of Godzilla Earth, recognizable by that sh*t-faced grin from the series "Now I'll enjoy while I watch you burn".

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Well, unfortunately I've reached the limit of images in this post and can't show you anything else.

There were other things, like Rayman, Crash Bandicoot, Soul Reaver, etc... but I guess that's for next time.

Enjoy only a little bonus:

• A wings study