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just caught up with one piece and i am mentally ill. i am so ill about them. THEM. this is literally zolu from my rose tinted glasses perspective

a masterpost of shanks being an absolute manfailure

Posting my old Sanji art here because they were hardly seen on Xitter, and I think maybe you guys might like them.

Just a heads up, these drawings were made specifically to torture @crimson-hybrid

🤣🤣🤣

This is my first Sanji art. Yes, I am well aware it's a butt shot.

Here's more of them...

And this one is based on a Taz Skylar edit on tiktok that was shared with me. It's messy, I know. I had to speedrun it while the idea was hot in my brain.

If this post does well, I might upload some more, I dunno 😅

Can we talk about how kids act like they know shit and think that shipping a 22 and 25 year old FICTIONAL CHARACTERS are gross and act like its illegal...

Like... Lil bro... Please touch some grass and do your homework... They're both adults...

Inspired by the art of @hunnismokah I give you my own personal hell, Father Law.... uuggghhhhh 🫠🫠🫠

20 min sketch before goin to bed...

Plannin to redo my old OC

be free!!

Little bit of doodle of sanji bein a bad bitch

little pumpkin thief

Luffy: *sad sigh*

The crew: WHO MADE OUR CAPTAIN SAD?!

The crew would proceed to destroy anything that made their precious captain sad

Goin thru art block... Idk what to draw help

Last few doodles before i go to bed lmao

Enjoy~

So much for bein down bad for luffy, heres sum more doodles that my brain farted out today...

I am going feral on the thought of just.... Luffy just being so easy to love... The most lovable guy you'll ever meet. Anyone can literally love the guy after the first or second time they meet him... The crew bein lowkey down bad for their captain- I JUST- AGHHHH-

they are sitting and pondering

Art vs the reference

I love buggy being the lil bitch he is ❤️

A TASTE ~ BUGGY

a sequal to sweetness!

LA!buggy x fem!reader

warnings ! : oral(fem!receiving), but not a whole lot of detail, lots of talk abt boobs, buggy being a menace, fluff, silence by the use of panties.

Nattie speaks: I’ve realized that the reader is a bit of a bimbo so enjoy that!!

DESPITE THE CLOWNS FUSSY behavior you’d managed to lay him against bowl of soapy water, allowing the beauty and mess of his blue locks to soak. Your gentle hands massaged his scalp with the ‘girly’ smelling shampoo that buggy continuously complained about. The only thing that shut him up was when you fed him an apple slice or scratched a specific spot that had him growing goosebumps on his body somewhere far away.

Every second he grumbled, saying that this was stupid despite how much his complied with everything you ask for. It made you smile, even if he was being a pain you adored the feeling of taking care of someone and giving them relaxing treatment. “Look at you’re hair!” You giggled as it began take form when the conditioner was rung out of it. “All of this is natural?”

“What, did you think I dyed my hair?” The clown retorted back, “Give me a slice.” You wiped the water onto the mini towel placed on your thigh, reaching over to grab the last slice. You brung it up to his open mouth, giggling as he dramatically chomped down on the fruit. “This is all natural, baby.”

You blushed at the nickname, carefully lifting his head and placing it onto the towel. “Well, you have beautiful hair, Buggy, you should let it rest from that bandana.” You nodded towards the striped fabric that was soaking in a separate pool of water and soap. Your worked on tying up his hair in the towel, removing all the blue pieces from his greasy painted face.

“Thanks, sweetness.” He smiled tenderly, making your stomach flutter. Was it bad that you were getting attracted to this clown, absolutely. The guilt was weighing you down a little, but he made you feel so warm that you hardly cared. You stood from the bed, walking to the small vanity and picking up your hair brush. The clown whistled lowly, eyes staring directly at your ass, he bit his lip as you turned around in confusion. “Y’know, I may just be a head but my mouth can work wonders, sweetness.”

You giggled, face flushed in a pink hue. “You sure have a way with words, Buggy.” You mumbled releasing his hair from the towel and bringing him onto your lap.

“Hey, I’m serious, just give me five minutes and I bet I can make you cum.”

“Buggy.”

“What, has my sweetness never had her cunt eaten?” Buggy teased as you ran the hair brush through his hair, your face now painted a bright red. You stayed silent, eyes instead working on brushing at the blue locks, until he turned his head around. “You’ve had any man eat you out, sweetness?” His tone was soft, but such menacing message behind his question.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, “Just, let me brush your hair—“

“Let me get a taste.” He quipped back, his voice still low but sharp, he was demanding you and despite just being a head, he was intimidating. You would be lying if you were to reject his offer and ignore the wetness that began to soak your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, placing the hairbrush onto the floor. “Fine.” Buggy’s wicked smirk only widened, lust hungry eyes staring back at you. “Just—don’t be mean.”

“Aww, I’ll treat you like a queen, sweetness.” He cooed, placing a soft kiss on you knee. “Lay back.” You gently took him in your hands, laying against the fluffy pillow and spreading your legs. He observed with an approving nod, “Take off your shorts and your pretty panties.” You swallowed thickly, following his orders at a slow pace. He could only watch with hungry eyes. “There ya’ go.”

The clown wasn’t lying, he mouth definitely could work wonders, not even waiting before he bounce of your stomach and took his spot between your legs. His round nose a perfect stimulate for your clit while his tongue fucked your hole mercilessly. He was just, perfect. You felt like an idiot, just a lonely girl who chased after the littlest bit of attention because you were horny and desperate for love. Fuck—you nearly kissed Luffy when he offered you a spot on the ship but soon realized that the boy was far to innocent for any of the services you could provide.

And now, on the same ship your getting your cunt eaten by the enemy, the severed head of the fuckin’ enemy. It couldn’t get any more pathetic then that, and you could’ve cared if he wasn’t making your pretty pussy feel so good. His groans when you occasionally tugged at the loose, blue locks vibrated against you. The pleasure that shot through you as your hips bucked and rubbed against his nose. It was all giving you more reasons to kiss his feet when he got his body back.

Your back arched, grip on his hair painfully tight, eyes screwed shut and mouth dropped open in a ‘o’ shape. Your hand came up to muffle the noise, unable to hold back and you came hard. Thighs beginning to shut around his head, but before you trap him he chuckled.

“Look at you.” He muttered, a hot, yet condescending tone teasing you. “Such a pretty little thing.”

“Fuck, Buggy.” You laid against your elbows, looking down at the man, taking notice of the absolute mess you’d made on his face and sheets. You sighed, grabbing him and sitting on your knees. “Look at what I did.”

“No, look at what I did, sweetness.” His wicked smile dripped red with your juices, “Bet you’ve never felt like that, god I wish you didn’t quiet down those pretty noises.”

You huffed, running your thumb across his cheek. “I ruined your makeup.”

“I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, made you cum all over the sheets and your worried about my makeup?” He raised a brow, rough voice filled with confusion. “Fuck, sweetness, you really are somethin’”

“Oh, shut it.” You rolled your eyes, slipping on your shorts and reach for one the mini towels you were using earlier. With the last bit of water you had left you dampened the cloth and walked back to the bed.

“Don’t go all mean on me, sweetness, I thought we had something goin’ on!” He whined, watching as you reached for the pair of panties you’d taken off earlier. “What—what are you doing?”

“I said shut it, Buggy.” You shoved the balled up fabric into his mouth, temporarily muting him besides the muffled shouts of protest when you begun to wipe away his makeup. A mix of blue and red stained the towel as you gently swiped at his eyes. It revealed all his natural features, the imperfections and stubble he hid under all the paint. You’d never been so close to his face, so attentive, it made you take notice of multiple things. Like his blue lashes, so long and pretty that you could only envy them. You chuckled, “So, all the hair on your body is blue.”

He grumbled, “Uhghgh.” His words completely unintelligible, though his eye roll was enough of an answer for you.

“I have my own makeup, I’m just freshening you up, baby.” You said softly gently lifting his head to wipe down his neck, “Hey, you have an earrings.” You noticed, lifting from the bed, tossing the used rag in a small basket in the corner of your room. “Never noticed that.” You got some sort of jumbled words in response as you collected a few brushes and a pallet of face paint. “Did you cry when you got ‘em pierced, I bet you cried?” You teased, wetting the brush on your tongue before dipping into the greasy blue makeup. Before you could even trace out a shape he slapped away you wrist using his nose, letting out another string of muffled words.

Finally, you pulled the panties out from his mouth, awaiting a lecture as he swallowed back some drool. “Make sure you get the shapes right, the triangles on my eyes can’t be too big, and you gotta do the cross bones first.”

“Alright, alright.” You set down the brush and reached for a thinner brush, doing the same in wetting with your tongue before dipping into the white paint.

“That’s definitely unsanitary.”

“You just had my panties shoved in your mouth, baby, don’t wanna hear nothin’ about unsanitary out of you.” You still and precise hands work carefully in creating a good enough shape. The clown hummed in response, no argument slipping past his lips, just silently appreciating your closeness. You warm breath fanning against his cheek, and god, again with your beautifully sculpted breasts.

“You really do have nice tits, y’know.” Buggy commented gently, “Can I lay between them when we cuddle tonight?” He teased.

“Sure.” You replied casually, filling in the outline of triangles on his eyes with a concentrated look.

“Thanks, sweetness, you’re a doll.”

“Yeah, of course!” You smiled, proudly admiring the symmetrical shapes you’d made. “You’re gonna look gorgeous after this, Buggs, I swear.”

“Was I not gorgeous before?” He quipped back, a tinge of sass lacing his voice as you giggled.

“You were definitely gorgeous before, baby.”

He scoffed, hoping the blush heating his face wasn’t noticeable, praying that you focused more on the face painting then the tint of pink on the tip of his ears. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You finished just a few minutes after, putting everything back in its place and letting out a yawn. As you laid onto the bed you let out a sigh of content, muscles relaxing against the mattress. The clown cleared his throat, “Waiting for my pillows, sweetness.”

You chuckled, placing him flat into your cleavage, cushiony enough for him to get comfortable. You shut your eyes, head tilting to side tiredly, you were on the brink of sleep when you felt a ticklish sensation on your tits. Then a a warm, wet swipe following after. You squealed, giggles tumbling out your mouth. “Buggy!” He was leaving soft kisses and licks on whatever bit of skin he could reach. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay, okay, no need to yell.” He nuzzled his face into your chest, letting out a dramatic sigh and closing his eyes. “Goodnight, sweetness.”

“Goodnight, Buggy.”

“MOTHERFUCKER.” YOU MUMBLED UNDER your breath, staring at the purple bruise that was left on side of your boob. “Buggy!” You tugged the blanket off his head, not caring about the fact you that you were half naked. The whole purpose of him being covered being thrown out the window and into the ocean. “What is this?”

“That’s a hickey, sweetness.”

“No shit, you can’t be leaving marks on me like this, or else.” You pointed a threatening finger at him, though your soft tone barley even phased him.

“Or else what.”

“I’m giving you to Zoro for the rest of the journey.” You shoved a tank top over your head as Buggy frowned.

“No, sweetness, you wouldn’t do that!” He whined, nervously chuckling. “I was just having some fun, y’know, and I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again, unless you want me to. Please, find it in you to forgive me, I swear I—“

THIS TOOK SO LONG AHH

I’m sorry for leaving y’all hanging, but here’s just a lil sum sum🤭. Maybe a part 3 for when they get to Arlong island and Buggy dips?

Zoro is fuckboy material.

Sanji is boyfriend material.

Shanks is husband material.

Mihawk is BDSM Dom Daddy™ material.

Earlier I refused to elaborate.

Now, I will elaborate no further than the sources below the dotted line.

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Zoro

He'll pull you into a broom closet without any warning at all, turn you around, pull your panties down under your skirt, and have you right there when the mood strikes.

Then he'll catch your eye across the deck half an hour later and give you a little smirk that makes your cheeks flare bright red. You're not sure if you want to either kick him in the shin or go for another round right that moment, if not both.

He's not looking for anything serious because he's just not that good at getting close with anyone or being emotionally available in general.

There's a lot of time between port towns, and you're a good match for each other's physical needs and desires, but not much beyond that.

Sanji

Even if he is a relentless flirt, he's just such a complete sweetheart. It's difficult not to swoon at those subtle little touches at your waist and hips, at his seductive murmur in your ear.

He respects every last one of your boundaries; if you tell him something he's doing bothers you, he's going to back off from it. No protest, no questions asked. He's still going to make it clear that he thinks you're incredible, but he wants you to be comfortable and happy above all else.

He's still as sweet as candy even once he does win you over. Playful and flirty and constantly planning the most romantic dates. Picnics on the beach, preparing candlelit diners just for the two of you, laying out a pallet of blankets and pillows with a bottle of wine under the stars—doing everything possible to make you feel special.

It's difficult to tell where it will go, but he's sweet and doting and fun, and he puts every ounce of effort into treating you like literal royalty.

Shanks

You're his lover just as much as you are his best friend. He doesn't hold anything back from you, good or bad, trivial or important. He wouldn't ever consider keeping a secret from you because the thought simply wouldn't even cross his mind—whatever he knows, you know. If anyone else tells him something in confidence, they tell him knowing that he's going to tell you the second he sees you.

His gestures of romance are more subtle and revolved around camaraderie than worship. If you're cooking or cleaning, he wants to be there, both to help lessen the load and to just be there with you. If he sees you washing dishes, he's right there next to you with a towel to dry them and put them away. If you're cooking, he's helping clean up after you. If you're sweeping the floors, he's apt to just take the broom from you, kiss you on the cheek, and tell you to go take a load off and relax.

Absolutely nothing could ever stop him from being with you. There could be an entire armada of Marine warships between you and him, and he would still find his way to you.

Every hope or dream you have ever had in your life is also his now. Literally all of them. It doesn't matter how long ago it was or how unobtainable it seems—if you still want it, he wants to make sure you achieve it. Does't matter what it is. He's never going to tell you it's silly or impossible or unachievable—he's going to exhaust every effort to find a way to make sure you can achieve it.

Mihawk

Hopefully you didn’t have too many plans of your own, because if you've managed to catch his interest, he's going to make sure that you're his, and probably within the next twenty-four hours or less.

He isn’t completely unreasonable. You will have the option to refuse. But he isn’t going to beat around the bush, either. He's going to pull you against him by your hips, comb his fingers through your hair and grasp it to pull you in and ask you outright if you want to belong to him.

He won't pressure you if you say no. That's your choice. He'll just leave you with a deep, passionate kiss that makes your knees weak, a light brush of his thumb across your lips, and he'll let you go.

But if you say yes...then good luck. You're his now, and he's never letting you go.

I provide ration for this month...

A messy luffy doodle

Luffy is so me... He's so me fr

my Fem!Luffy RP expression icon LOG

It also serves as a practice on Oda sensei's manga art style. The first and foremost icon is my first try, last ones without filter color is latest.

FtM sanji HC anyone?

Chopper my adorable baby 😭❤️

✨Straw Hats X Warlords Outfit Swap!✨

Hi! I had an idea about law X fem or male reader where either reader is actually a powerful person, like... Say a child of powerful mafia's in the whole world

I just don't know how to do it though 😞😞

Not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind but I hope you like it regardless :)

Characters: female reader x Trafalgar Law Cw: mistreatment of a child, angst to comfort :)  Total word count: 760

A Secret Past

“Y/N-ya,” Law called as he entered the room, holding a piece of paper in his hands. 

“Hm?” You smiled when you saw him, but the scowl on his face made your heart sink. He seemed upset, or at least perplexed. 

“Somebody's in troubleeee,” Shachi sang, giving you a smirk. 

“What?” You looked at Law, unsure of why he was upset. You had done all of your chores and had even made your alls bed this morning. You had cleaned out the toothpaste when you were brushing your teeth, and felt fairly confident you hadn’t left any hair in the shower. 

He flipped the paper around, revealing your bounty poster. Your old bounty poster. From before you joined the crew. 

200 million. The face of a child, but for people who knew you, it was easy to see the resemblance. 

And your name, clearly printed across the bottom. Penderline Y/N. 

Shachi choked on his drink. “Penderline?” he gasped. “Like from the Penderline family?”

“No,” you immediately said, trying your best to hide your racing heart. 

Law scowled at you, immediately sensing your lie. “The ‘Known Accomplices’ section of your poster says otherwise.”

“The bounty you have from the crew is less than the bounty you had as a kid!” Penguin shouted, reaching for the poster. 

“Your list of crimes is a mile long,” Shachi said, peering over Penguin’s shoulder to read. 

“The girl is believed to be the assassin of the Penderline family.” Shachi’s eyes nervously darted to you, and then back to the paper again. “If captured, deliver her to a Marine Base immediately. She is dangerous and should not be trusted under any circumstance.”

“That was a long time ago,” you whispered, shaking your head. 

“Explains why you have such a deadly fruit,” Law said, watching you carefully. “Your family would easily be able to attain that. They gave it to you and you used it for executions.”

“They’re not my family!” you screamed, panicking over your crew’s sudden distrust of you. “I hated it! Why do you think that picture is so old? I stopped listening to my parents and they locked me away! I ran away a few years later and never looked back!”

Law narrowed his eyes at you. “You don’t just run away from the most powerful family in the world and get away with it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You hated how well Law knew you; how he was able to sense the tiniest lie you had told. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at anyone, so you dropped your eyes to the floor. 

“They let me go three years ago,” you finally whispered. “They told me I could go live whatever life I wanted, as long as I answered their call once a year.”

“Their call for what?” Law pressed, watching you closely. 

“A list of three names,” you said, still staring at the floor. “Three people per year, in exchange for my freedom.”

“How do they contact you?” Law asked. You could feel his panic and distrust growing. This is exactly why you never mentioned your past. 

“They find me.” Tears were forming in your eyes now, and you did your best to blink them away. “They always find me.”

“Captain-” Shachi’s body was rigid, and you could feel his nerves rolling off him in waves. “Is it safe to have someone-”

“Of course it is,” Law hissed, shooting a glare at Shachi. He walked over to you and bent down, forcing you to look at him. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you to kick me out,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. “You guys are the only family I have. I would have nowhere to go.”

Law’s face softened, suddenly understanding the predicament you had been put in. He could relate to the life you had lived, always on the run from your past. 

“We could’ve helped you,” he said gently. He needed you to understand how much he cared about you. How he would never leave you. 

Your brows knitted together in confusion. His words didn’t make any sense. 

“You don’t have to bear this alone, Y/N.” Law tucked a piece of hair behind your ear so he could see your face better. “We can help you.”

You shook your head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Why not?” Law asked, cupping your face in his hands. “We’re family, aren’t we?”

He just missed out on a few chapters... Nothing much...

yeah he’s missed out on a few things

We see what you mean luffy...

We see it clearly..

Luffy likes👌

I get anxious so easily... You could really just suddenly approach me out of nowhere and ask "what's 1+1?" and I'd start panicking and maybe I'll cry..

🗡️ Clipped Wings

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.  

Overall Warnings: Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

(Current) Total Word Count: ~k

Legend:

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

🩸 = Blood/Gore

🗡️ Chapter One

🗡️ Chapter Two

🗡️ Chapter Three 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Four ❗🩸

🗡️ Chapter Five 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Six 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Seven

🗡️ Chapter Eight

🗡️ Chapter Nine

🗡️ Chapter Ten ❗

🗡️ Chapter Eleven 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Twelve 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Thirteen 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Fourteen 🩸

Date Published: M/D/Y

Date Completed: M/D/Y

Last Edit: 9/30/23

this is VERY late but i’m still archiving it