#op chimney

[jakkenpoy]

these two have the same birthday~

[hostilesbian]

Doodles from a stream yesterday

My friend is watching One Piece for the first time and suggered those. As you can see, we re currently at Water 7 (it is not going well obviously)

She s hard on Franky but i mean she was rough on Robin too at the beginning so.. I trust.. maybe he ll win her over

i also have two pages of Paulie and Icebarg fanarts (she's sold on this)

also she spotted that North Blue Sanji thing on Jaya like a fucking pro she scares me

if she knew...

Also have this, it's a loth-cat from SWR next to Gonbe from one piece. it's something that exists.

[thewormdraws]

"things sound pretty lively on your end."

watching water 7 / enie's lobby rn and found this scene really funny

[dittobooty]

I plan on making keychains and decided to design Kokoro first for fun. Bonus of a special granddaughter and her cat on the backside 💖

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's June 2nd

Happy birthday to Chimney of Water 7! She is 10. Happy birthday to Rob Lucci of CP0! He is 30.

[fmlopla]

Babysitting in Water 7, post Enies Lobby

[zoro-bias]

Okay but im literally obsessed with Kokoro and Chimney

Being partially raised by my grandma I love seeing these kinds of relationships. I love how weird both of these characters are, I love Oda's depiction of childhood and childcare.

[earthlyruins]

are You interested in a hunger games au where sanji and chimney have to fight to survive in the arena (eventually) and also a weird homoerotic tension/rivalry between zoro and sanji? and also there's unbelievable levels of hurt, intricacies of the thg world (the districts, the capitol, the world outside of the games), family drama, and also, without a doubt, horrors

well. first chapter of smoke signals has been posted love and light. no set update schedule BUT ! I'm having fun w it :)

you can read smoke signals here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63601768

Against his will, there are tears building in the shallows of his eyes. Tomorrow is the Reaping, and it will be his last year. Of waiting, of gauging berri and risking chance, of cooking a meal that very well may be his last for the ones he considers family. And it will be her first. The meat sizzles, Chimney laughs at a joke Gin’s made, and Sanji feels the heavy weight of Zeff’s gaze resting on his shoulders. He knows. He knows. But all he can do is cook and banter and press as many kisses to the crown of Chimney’s head as possible and pray—pray to any god that may listen—that she will be spared, and that she will live. (The gods, for all Sanji's praying, do not listen.)