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669 Outfits, 267 artists, this is the Nami Art Collab!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and made this event such a blast. Here's the link to view at full res

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It’s been a lot of time since I posted last time I know T.T

I’m so sorry but I am taking my law degree and I am studying for my last exams T.T they are literally draining my life🙃

I haven’t had much time to draw but here a little Kid sketch🥰💕

Have a blessed day everyone☀️

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I'm feral for them rn

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@seelieseelie

Think you'd appreciate this 😁💞

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NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION

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2nd nami for the @namiartcollab

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3rd drawing for the Punk Captain Art Collab @punk-captain-art-collab

Outfit 158

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Heat in like 3 different styles (me and the ten Heat fans are cheering rn)

ft. Killer sketches

I might start taking recommendations on who to draw for more practice _φ(･_･

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Following your 200 weirdos post (congrats dude 🫂) Ooooo you wanna draw Heat oooooo you wanna draw him so baaaad

Woa... What is this... My hand, it's moving on its own!!! WOAH IT'S VERY SLOWLY DRAWING A CIRCLE!! WOAH AFTER DAYS OF MY HAND MOVING ON ITS OWN, HOW COULD IT BE??? EGADS!!! I'VE DRAWN HEAT!!!

...anyway here's Heat JEJDJ I'll never complain about drawing him <3 cute lil guy, I missed drawing him too

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#160 for @punk-captain-art-collab | carrd

notes: whatt?? art?? i have been very absent. i meant to bless with the art i made my friend but i need to get my stamp on that one. so instead take this, and know there is more coming.

tags: @pandora-writes-one-piece @jintaka-hane @armiliadawn @fanaticsnail @chibinasuu @daydreamer-in-training @misaneeragoni

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As some of you know, I was part of the @kidpirateszinePirates and I had the honor of contributing two Art pieces to it.

Here’s my little NSFW add-on and I actually decided to expand it with a written scene, just to give it some extra flavor.

It’s awkward. It’s steamy. It’s deeply unhinged in the best way. Enjoy 💀💦

The Shower

The day had worn you down. Cleaning duty had turned into a full-blown battle against dust, clutter, and cobwebs. The hideout’s narrow, sun-heated passages and stale air clung to your skin like a second, grimy layer. You smelled like sweat and old stone, your hair tangled with threads of old webs, and your nose irritated from hours of sneezing through it all.

You wanted nothing more than a shower. Hot or cold, it didn’t matter. You needed the filth washed away, physically, emotionally, entirely.

Your footsteps dragged down the corridor. Normally, most of the crew bunked together, but this week you’d claimed one of the side rooms for yourself. Everyone respected those boundaries… mostly. Still, the idea of solitude felt like a rare treasure.

Stripping off your sticky clothes without a care, you left them scattered across your room. You could deal with them later. You padded toward the bathroom, the promise of water making your limbs a little lighter.

But as you reached the door, you heard it - the shower was already running. Odd. No one had asked to use your space.

Not that it would’ve bothered you. You were all used to sharing. Privacy wasn’t exactly sacred among the crew, and you’d seen your crewmates naked more times than you could count: stumbling drunk, crashing after missions, or during one of those chaotic group showers where clothes ended up forgotten somewhere along the way. You didn’t mind. None of you really did.

But still, normally you’d ask. It was just a thing you did. You waited for the telltale sounds - splashing, scrubbing, humming - but none came. Just the steady, heavy stream of water. That was it.

Cautiously, you nudged the door open. Steam billowed out, curling around you like a living thing. You called softly, voice hoarse from the dust: "HellooOoo? Who’s in there?"

No answer.

You tried again. Nothing. Maybe they couldn’t hear over the water pressure?

Curiosity got the better of you. You pushed the door open wider, just enough to peek inside.

And what you saw rooted you in place.

The steam was thick, almost dreamlike, but even through the haze, there was no mistaking the silhouette.

The unmistakable height.

Wet blue locs clung to broad shoulders, above spiked tattoos circling his neck and running down his arms.

It was Heat.

Your breath hitched.

At first, your brain struggled to connect the dots. You weren’t seeing him clearly, just impressions, outlines, muscle beneath water, hand… movement.

Then realization hit you like a punch to the chest.

He was touching himself.

Right there.

In your shower.

And gods, he was beautiful.

(full image on ToyHouse)

You should have closed the door. You should have turned away. But you couldn’t. Your body betrayed you, heat rushing through your limbs, down your stomach, into your core. You had liked Heat from the beginning. Every accidental brush of skin, every shared laugh, every quiet moment in passing - it had always stirred something in you.

And now here he was, bare, vulnerable… aroused.

You watched, heart thundering, as his motions grew faster, more urgent. The soft sound of water masked the hitch in your breath as he groaned, low and rough, and tipped his head forward.

He was close. You knew it before it happened.

And then… release.

The only thing you could think about now was ripping that door wide open, walking straight up to him, and taking all of him in - catching him in your hands, in your mouth, and swallowing him whole. You should leave. You had to leave.

But your legs wouldn’t move. Just as your brain caught up with your shame, he looked up.

His eyes met yours.

You were frozen in place, naked yourself, cheeks flushed for reasons far beyond temperature. His face was red, maybe from the heat, maybe from embarrassment - maybe both.

There was silence. A strange kind of quiet that buzzed louder than anything else in that room.

Then, finally, he spoke. "How long… have you been standing there?"

You stammered. "I - I just got here, I didn’t mean - I thought - you weren’t answering, so…"

He looked away, rubbing a hand through his wet hair. "I didn’t know anyone was around. I just needed to clear my head. This wasn’t… I didn’t mean to invade your space."

Sure, you thought. Because obviously, clearing your head requires a full-on jerk session in someone else’s shower.

You felt the guilt twist inside you.

You grabbed a towel and offered it to him, avoiding his gaze. "Sorry for staring. I should’ve looked away. I… couldn’t."

His eyes flickered up to yours. You stepped back. "I’ll wait outside."

A minute passed. Then the door opened again. Heat stood there, towel around his waist, water still glistening on his skin. You both stared at each other, and no one said a word.

But something had changed.

The silence pressed down on you like wet fabric, heavy, clinging, suffocating. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, just to make it less unbearable. But as soon as the words started to come, they tripped over each other and fell out in a mortifying mess.

"Look, it’s absolutely fine that you used the shower. It really doesn’t bother me. Like, at all. And I mean, we’ve all - you know, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before. Gods, no - pfff - I mean, you - before - well, not like this. Not that I think about that. I mean…"

You gave a small shrug and a crooked smile, trying to play it off.

"Not all the time. Or, you know…."

You glanced up at him, just for a second. Heat was staring.

Eyes a little wider than before, lips slightly parted, like he wasn’t sure whether to breathe, laugh, or brace himself.

You immediately looked down. Left. Right. Anywhere but at him.

"I just… I walked in and I didn’t hear anything and then I looked and there you were and I - I should’ve just backed out, I really should have, but I didn’t, and instead I stood there like an creep just… watching, and I swear I’m not a creep-creep, okay?! I mean, I am a little, apparently, but not in a bad way, I mean - oh gods, shut up, shut up."

Another quick glance.

He was still staring. Eyes even wider now. Still with that stunned expression, brows lifted just slightly, like he was bracing for whatever else might come out of your mouth.

And then you did it.

You said the one thing that really should have stayed inside your head.

"It was really big."

....

Your soul detached from your body.

Heat blinked. Slowly. You scrambled.

"I MEAN NOT LIKE I WAS LOOKING-LOOKING, I just… noticed, you know, as one does when someone’s standing there in your shower, doing… that, and, I mean, you looked really good doing it, like - really good - NO WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN THAT, I mean I did, I mean - oh god I’m gonna bury myself now, I’m just…"

A heartbeat of silence followed, like the world itself paused to cringe with you

...

Was this truly the purpose of my creation?

To exist solely for this one mortifying moment –

a trembling soul wrapped in a towel, collapsing beneath the weight of his gaze and my own disgrace?

...

Then, in the calmest voice you could muster - one that betrayed just how done you were with existing - you said, "I’m just gonna lie down and die now."

Without another word, you turned around, quiet, steady, and walked toward the bed. You didn’t need to look back to know he was watching you. You felt it.

The weight of his gaze clung to your back like heat, following every step, as if he could see right through the thin towel wrapped hastily around you. You were exposed, in more ways than one.

Reaching the bed, you pulled the blanket up and slid underneath, curling into yourself. Small. Humiliated. Hoping the fabric might somehow absorb you completely.

And in a whisper meant only for the silence, you murmured, "I’m so sorry. Just forget I exist."

And then…You heard it. That laugh.

That low, warm, sweet laugh - the kind that makes your stomach flip even while your ears burn.

He was laughing. Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

He was genuinely amused. Because he knew you. And this? This blabbering, spiraling, utterly undone version of you?

It was real.

And somehow, it was endearing. You heard his footsteps approaching, then the bed shifted under his weight.

Before you could react, the blanket was ripped off with a single, confident tug.

You blinked up at him, frozen in deer-in-headlights mode.

He leaned in. One arm planted on either side of your head. His body close. Too close. That smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Next time," he murmured, voice low and certain, "just interrupt me."

His eyes stayed locked on yours -- dark, unwavering, that rough, hungry look that made it hard to breathe.

"And join me."

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Hi, I'm terrible about posting on here

I shyly offer one of my One Piece OCs

His name is River

Trans masc king 👑

This isn't his typical outfit btw, I just thought it'd be cool to draw him in this

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yayyy finally back to my fave redhead <3 a feral Eustass Kid for the @punk-captain-art-collab!

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Calling all punks!!

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🏍 Gangs of the Streets 🏍

My piece for @kidpirateszine "P.U.N.K" + the additional Heart Pirates part. Always wanted to draw the Kids and the Hearts as rivalry biker gangs.

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Wanna hear a joke? What did the sushi say to the bee? Wasabi!

"Did this bitch just giggle..."

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Law

I missed drawing him