#Strawhat pirates

[nanachiita]

⚔️💚❤️👒

[kozukihiyori]

One Piece chapter #1113 colorspread

[stashiokat]

trying to keep the momentum (the momentum of finishing my late fanart so i can have peace)

[iocity]

I yap so much on here my followers probably forgot i am actually an art acc :((

haha no don’t forget haha ur so sexy have this Nico Robin Cowgirl Hat WIP

[pachataigne]

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚘 (𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌)

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚒’𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘’𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

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“If you flip my hair again,” Nami disciplines and tosses it, herself, back over the shoulder, “I will turn you in to the marines and spend your bounty on Luffy’s new clothes.”

Zoro’s brow slides up the curve of her vertebra, self-righteously attentive. A hairclaw is unclipped off her overalls’ strangulated strap.

“Yeah, he’d rock those bikini tops you’d get for him specifically,” Zoro sneers attemptively incomprehensible, the hairclaw bitten down considerately in advance; wraps the gingerness around a wrist, hooks, clips it to Nami’s nape.

She prickles Luffy’s weary vest with a mindful needle. He jolts, presses his back into her thigh. The hat tips over; his hair curls in the warmth of the sundown’s farewell shine.

Nami tugs the hat back. Allows herself reminiscence — strokes the crossed stitches sewn through the straw.

“Anything would do. This vest doesn’t even look like a vest anymore.”

She gives up the hat to now examine the fatigued fabric sprawled off her lap. It’s inconstant, a merge of threads of varying reds she’s picked before, as close to the original as possible. Nami isn’t sure this original is any longer there.

It shouldn’t be, reasonably. She marvels at the vest’s endurance and wonders how one’s grandness seems to toughen other’s averageness, makes it last brazenly longer than naturally allowed.

Luffy rolls on his stomach, grumbles into Sunny’s grass. Nami returns his exposed back its mended coverage. Shoves Zoro with a shoulderblade.

“Your turn, but I’m not touching your shirt if it last saw wash in Loguetown.”

Zoro heaves off her; the loose ginger bundle unclips — the hairclaw falls into the crevice between their bodies. The shirt flops on her knee, actually lately washed, and white.

It would be easier if it’d been red — Nami would’ve patched it with the same thread. It would be easier, too, if she’d had short hair like back then — it wouldn’t pull, caught under Zoro’s returned weight. It would’ve just been easier, back then, when they, unwanted, could rest on any grass, in any place, their clothes yet to tear.

[imperialnyx]

He just really loves his crew ♥️

[themetalhiro]

Someone else can deal with that.

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

[dykelizard]

at what point during their travels do you think nami gets luffy and zoro matching backpack leashes that look like this:

[yellowistheraddest]

honestly i dont know what to say except that i probably didnt use a single braincell to even come up with something this stupid

[deadeery]

VAMPIFIES YOUR PIRATES 🩸🩸🧛‍♂️💥

[officialmiintee]

one piece / luffy’s hugs >>>>

[bluemiilks]

to the grand line ! ⚓️

[boykingpirate]

you have changed me, gently, unknowingly. you have changed me with your love

[sonicspeeddemon]

[atomikats]

not a tall ask if i do say so myself