You Can Ignore This Since This Is Mostly A Note To Myself, But I'll Still Write It To Appease Which Of

Actually staying true to the spam uploads, here is this 'wonderful' piece that I made earlier than the Sabo piece. I said this on my other platforms, but this was one I did as an experiment for both a sticker design, as well as coloring the line art. Needless to say, I absolutely hate this abomination of a piece. (But, I think that's just what comes with the gig of being an artist. You experiment, and 99% of them you hate before finding one you actually like, lol)

This is a very low quality image (I apologize for that-)

Buuuttt, can you guess the cosplay I have planned out for either tonight or tomorrow? :D

I'll give you all a hint: it's a genderbend version (since I don't have things yet to do a proper male version, yet lol-)

A fun little draft I'm working on

So I saw someone do this for Thatch. And while I'd also LOVE to make an alternate version of Thatch for a lookup figure, I might honestly might make a separate character for a lookup figure concept as a whole to go with Bernice. I might make maybe Haruta or Izo (since in Bernice's canon info I'm working on, she does get along with them fairly well-) But yeah...For now, take the concept I made for Bernice! :D

...you better believe I'll be doing this for Lee and Heat as well because they're my favorite and first oc pairing-

So... Look... I know it will never happen.... but...

Megahouse? Ol' buddy, ol' pal?

🥺🤲🏻

For me? Please? Love you long time 😗🫶🏻

You know I would drop big money for this man 🥹

Upcoming art + New additional OP oc fun!

Hey, my peeps! So, I do want to really quick make up a small heads up for all of you. Long story short: what art I HAVE posted here hasn't actually scratched the surface of what I have to post still both here and on all of my other platforms (and because I'm going away from IG as a whole, I have tried branching out on different platforms in hopes of trying to find a way to make my content available to everyone.) Soo, my point being, I do apologize for the spam of art I've been putting out recently. I'm still working on the comic with Bernice and Thatch, but the problem is that between all of the posting, as well as the streaming schedule I'm trying to keep and the other things I do outside of art, I've had to kind of sacrifice my time for one thing over another, lol. At the very least, I'm glad I'm actually dedicating my time to do this now because I've gotten pretty tired of posting everything one different platforms and then forgot where I posted it all, lol. I do want to also give you guys a heads up: I Will be opening a Q n A for all of my OP ocs here pretty soon, but first I have to get all of the old stuff put out first. I will also be working on putting things out for commissions here pretty soon since I actually have a pause in my student loans and want to try and pay them off ASAP. So, the sooner I can get them out of the way, the more I can actually work on saving up and focusing on my other goals, lol. In other news: I've about finished the Thatch zine I found a few months ago. I've been reading on it hit and miss, but I've finally gotten to the last story. (Ngl, I didn't know zines were a things, but I think it'd be fun to do one for another character or a separate one for him. Especially since I also write outside of art :D) .....Yes, this is me openly admitting to anyone that was thinking about making one, you can recruit me XD Anyways, I came on here to give you all that bit of a heads up. Again today, there will probably be quite a bit more older art that I post up on here. The descriptions will actually be the same as they are on other platforms plainly and simply to save time. So if you follow me on them, I do apologize if you're re-reading something I typed, lol.

Feelin' kinda cute, might kick teach's Ass later òvó

(The only ending that he should've gotten >:3)

The urge to draw western frobin

An Old fake OP screencap

Note: Please excuse the fact that this is a copy and paste version of my Cara's post. It's late, I'm tired, and I still have a bunch left to do tonight, so I'm just trying to save on time, lol. Another note before I get to the actual post: have any of you read Oda's 'Wanted' book? It's full of a bunch of stories he wrote before One Piece, and Oh. My. Goodness. I am IN LOVE with all of the stories in it, they're all different than one another, and they actually show where his character inspiration came from for a lot of the OP characters (Like Shanks, Zoro, and I want to say Kaya for one of the stories.) But yeah, I highly recommend reading it at some point if you guys get the chance to! _______

Ahhh, guess who's back to her usual gremlin antics? :D

Yup! This chick right here! As you can tell- and as I promised- I have been doing well to stick to my new schedule, and I've got to say: IT'S BEEN WORKING SO WELL-

I won't be long since I still have so many more of my platforms that I have to post to, but I just wanted to come here and share more of my art again!

This was one of the first few attempts that I made at making an OP Screencap. I don't like how this specifically turned out, so I definitely will be planning on reding this again in the near future!

Im making the continuation of the Heatsune Miku thing because PLEASE, I NEED TO SEE THIS AS A THING LMAO-

He's about to use his Miku beam. (PLEASE DONT TELL ME IM THE ONLY ONE LOSING MY MIND AT THIS, LOL

Appraise Love

Ahhh, look at me! I finally decided to pull the trigger and actually post a fanfic for once!! Just a bit of background for this story: This is a Whitebeard pirates x reader story. UNLESS ASKED OTHERWISE, most things in here will remain platonic/friendly (and a bit fluffy). I also do plan to write chapters giving each Commander their own time to shine with the reader. (I know everyone's here for Marco, Izo, Thatch, and Ace, but come one! Rakuyo, Atmos, Namur, Speed Jill, Vista, and literally the rest of the sixteen commanders exist as well. Why only write for a fourth of them when they all deserve a chance?! (Yes, I'm THAT big of a dork to be able to name all of them. I know I didn't include a lot of the others on here, but trust me. I can XD) Anyways, this is considered chapter 0. Since this is only the prologue and the introduction to what exactly the reader's life is like, this isn't the official first chapter of interaction. (That's actually Chapter 1!) I'll also be sure to add a few additional triggers with the chapters as the story progresses, but something to keep in mind with the story as a whole: THERE ARE UNDERLYING THEMES OF DEPRESSION. It's subtle in some spots, but laid on thick in others depending on the story progression. Ok, I'll leave now. Enjoy! _______________________ Word count: 1375 _______________________

Life is a fickle thing, is it not? All at the same time, the day could fly by for one person while it dragged on for another. A couple could be experiencing the happiest moments of their lives, another their last. I guess in that regard, it was better to say that time was a fickle manner, but life itself had a funny way of ruling over those decisions. And unfortunately for you, time nor life has ever worked out in your favor. Not in a long while.

Every morning, it was the same rinse-and-repeat cycle that had once been something you believed would lead to happiness. It had been that way for ten years now. Get up, make the long trip to the island’s high end part of town- which was on the opposite side of where you lived- open the jewelry shop for the day, work your shift and cover for the boss, close up at the end of the night, go home, find whatever was the easiest and low maintenance in the way of cooking, go to bed, and wake up the next day to do it all over again. Of course, the last few years hadn’t always been so…lacking. No no no, the ‘oh-so’ happy residents of the town had made sure of that. On days where you had travelers visit the shop, there was always small talk sharing in their adventures or their life that had led them to that very moment, and in even rarer occasions, there was always a bone thrown your way and they’d be generous enough to give you a tip for your work.

Of course, that was one nice customer to every 50 or so? And that was taking what kindness you were given far and few in between and paying it up to flatter the residents of the island. And that was saying a lot since all they gave you was their usual snappy remarks or some new form of taking their anger out on you. A lot of the customers had gotten angry so often that your boss- in the one or two times he even bothered to roll out of bed- had told you that safety glasses were now a must while working ALL the time rather than when you did the work the old lapidarist had slacked on before leaving. And to think that this is what fate initially had you set out to sea for. Life outside of the mundane island was, well, avoiding the island itself. No pirates ever stopped there, and Marines were the same way. Everyone avoided the island like the black plague.

The only reason you had ever dared to come to the island yourself was both for the lack of its history and people, and the fact that a job opportunity had fallen into your lap. At the time, it seemed like a dream come true, yet now it felt more like it was a personalized nightmare to make you hate even the smallest joys of life. Yet here you were, still playing the sucker who kept on dreaming that it would get better. And to an extent…you still hoped that it would, that one day everything would work out.

See, life was a fickle thing. The whole reason you had ever been brought to the island in the first place was your line of research. A gemologist, that, of all things, was what you had settled on in life. Not that it was a bad thing! Because it really wasn’t. It was just…odd. In comparison to a world that piracy had existed in, it was just odd that you’d settled on studying jewels, stones, and gems rather than hoarding them. But, it kept your nose out of everyone’s business and the eyes of the government, so you were happy enough with it. And to you, upon your initial arrival to the island, believed that the smiles everyone wore had been a show of the happiness that threatened to overwhelm its visitors. Yet it took all of but a few hours to find just how wrong that was. Threatening to rip someone’s throat out and shove it up where the son doesn’t shine just for bumping into them wasn’t exactly the most friendly thing in the world. And saying it with a smile as well, it was enough to get to anyone.

If the bitter nature of the people was bad enough, they were all lazy as well. Going to the grocery store just for a night’s worth of groceries took longer than the walk home, even when you were the only person in the store. Trying to see a doctor meant that you’d be waiting a few months out to even get any sort of chance to SCHEDULE the appointment. It was a miracle how no one had ever died on the island. And your boss was no better. The man had only ever been at the shop two days out of the ten years you had worked there: the day you were hired, and another day where you had to go home early after getting a ring thrown at you and the bezel had sliced a little too close to your eye. It hadn’t hit the inside of your eye, nor had it scarred- from what you could tell, anyways. You were lucky to even still have it functioning at this point.

It was only a couple of years after you had started that the old lapidarist had suddenly just stopped showing up to work. Truthfully, you didn’t blame them, despite the dread that filled you anytime you dared to question their disappearance. The only reason you stayed was because of the free rent and the time you got to do what you loved…ok, it wasn’t free rent, but no one had come to collect the payments from you, so it was free housing. At least the laziness of the life there had been good for something. But…was it worth it? That was the question you had always come back to every chance you had been alone during the day. What good was your work if the people were never happy? What good was it when the jeweler felt as though it were going to financially collapse?

The old displays had been sold by the boss for a quick buck to find a way to meet ends in order to make the shop’s monthly bills, so none of the work you made ever got proper recognition. Your paychecks had gotten farther and fewer in between until you almost had nothing left. You weren’t sure if it was just a case that the boss was taking what he owed you to pay for the shop or if he was simply not bothering to even pay you anymore. The people were never happy, your house was always in shambles, but you never had the money to ever fix it. To say the least, you hated it. You hated everything about the island, about your home, about your job. Yes, job. It had gotten bad enough to a point that you’d have rather numbed your mind for hours on end sitting behind a desk to write- much like the person that took heavens only knows how long to write this- rather than continue your personal studies for the career you once wanted.

Sometimes, the idea crossed your mind that maybe settling down wasn’t for you? I mean, you had been happier when you were travelling from place to place to understand the type of jewelry that was popular on each island, why, and how valuable it was. Truth be known, when you looked at the point your life was at, a deeper part of you ached. It felt like something had curled up on itself every time you noted that you did what most people had spent a lifetime doing. You managed to settle down earlier on in life before you got too old and it got to be too late. But what did it matter what you thought? For as long as you stayed on the island, you were at the mercy of the people and whatever they decided to throw at-

‘Snap. Snap. Snap.’