#one piece fa

[chwengie]

SANJI!!

[snsnsuo]

[akimao]

SANJI WEEK 2024

Day 4: modern day

(this is more "casual" day 😂 )

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This is an unpublished work, I did it a few months ago as light practice....but I don't like it very much, it's anatomically wrong😅

[0yorixu]

me and the homie laying together

wow this took nearly 4 hours to do and i'm kinda proud of it

[kerizaret]

Happy birthday, Nene! May you always have the courage to face your fears and chase your dreams ♡

Close-ups bc i dont trust the quality to be as good on the full piece and im proud of these:

[rainboweemart]

The captain who never follows a plan✨

[mymarifae]

one billion kisses for anchan because she is the most special girl in the world and everyone loves her

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

anhane week day 4 (canon event) - a decisive battle of feelings

[its-your-mind]

HEY. HEY.

HEY @re-dracula WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HAVE JONATHAN ACTUALLY READING THAT PASSAGE OUT LOUD BEHIND SEWARD DESCRIBING THE SCENE, HUH? WITH THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE AND THE PAUSING AND THE SHORT LITTLE INHALES AND THE VOICE CRACKS? WAS IT TRULY NECESSARY??? I WAS ALREADY CRYING. I DIDN'T NEED THIS TOO. WHAT THE FUCK.

[naughtynanzhu]

I wanted to show my progress on this piece of shit ass art bc the details are making me fucking crazy and 😵😵😵

[cinna-stars]

you ever read so much fanfiction that you just automatically read Y/N as your real name?

like what the fuck i didn’t do that????

[chwengie]

Very late but HAPPY PRIDE MY NAKAMAS!!

[snsnsuo]

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[dimensional-fatty]

one piece: the straw hat girls obese and rich

[mesmir-ized]

mother