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Doodles on my sisters swatch page which she colored for me
It is not your fault that your island was annexed by pirates.
That was a structural failure involving the Marines, three missing cannons, and a watchtower guard who was definitely asleep. None of that is on you.
It is also not your fault that one of said pirates insists on wearing leather so tight it looks vacuum sealed. Leather that creaks when he walks. Leather that has no business being that committed to outlining every single muscle and, most offensively, the absolute bakery he is hauling around like it is a bounty all on its own.
You did not seek this knowledge.
You were simply standing there. He walked past. The earth tilted slightly on its axis. That was physics. Oda himself signed off on it.
The ground did not shake, but spiritually it did. Your brain bluescreened. Your eyes said, “Absolutely not,” and then kept looking anyway. That is not curiosity. That is observation haki reacting to two slabs of artisanal disrespect.
Noticing is not a crime.
Noticing is a reflex. If a Yonko commander level dump truck crosses your field of vision, your nervous system files a report whether you want it to or not.
If a Yonko commander level siege weapon enters your peripheral vision, your eyes are legally required to acknowledge it. That is canon. Oda would back you up in court.
Where things went wrong was your mouth.
Your mouth betrayed you.
Your mouth, emboldened by shock and hubris, decided to speak before your soul could stop it. You did not shout. You did not even mean to project. But somehow the words escaped with the confidence of a man who has never once faced consequences.
So you said ‘nice ass’.
Out loud.
In public.
Within hearing distance of pirates whose entire culture revolves around violence, pride, and turning very slowly when offended.
And now the laughter has stopped. The crew has gone quiet. Somewhere, a seagull has chosen the wrong moment to scream.
Even the wind seemed to pause like, nah, I don’t want to be involved in this.
Slowly. Painfully slowly. The pirate in question stopped walking.
Leather creaked.
That was new information. That sound should not exist. That sound should not be loud.
You feel it before you see it. That familiar One Piece pressure. The kind that says someone very important, very dangerous, and very aware of his own build has decided to give you his full attention.
A shadow falls over you.
“Oh?” he says mildly, voice amused in a way that suggests this is the best thing that has happened to him all day. “You got something to say again?”
Congratulations.
You have survived pirate conquest.
You may not survive the ass comment.
Little portrait sketches trying to get used to drawing some of them in my style
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You've heard of Crocodile being Luffy's mom, now get ready for;
King is Yamato's mom
Chapter 1031 Color Spread
Excited to show you my piece from @opswordsmenzine ! I got to paint King!!
We were tasked with making a piece mostly in black and white and highlighting just a part of it in color. It was a really fun challenge, I hope you like it :3c
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