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dystopiaform · 1 year
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ohnogodpls · 5 months
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Roughly sketching something silly goofy hihihihi
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noramsblog · 2 months
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Slip up
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Bop bop bop bop bop bop
They are just so goofy together I love them
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ichigoginchan · 1 year
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he's not alone anymore 🥹
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inoreuct · 6 months
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omg hiiii i love your work🥺🫶
can we get the crew’s reaction to when zoro reveals he’s a weretiger / when they realise that zoro is a weretiger?
WAJWHAJSH THANK YOU ANON 🫶🏽 let's get into it hehehe
he definitely tells the east blue crew first. luffy before anyone else, of course; he works himself up to it so much that he gets nervous and they end up having a stress-induced back-and-forth (“WHY ARE YOU YELLING” “I’M NOT YELLING YOU’RE YELLING”) and he eventually just growls at the heavens in frustration and poofs into a tiger.
it’s barely dawn; the sky’s a watercolour of orange and pink and blue and the silence that comes after is painfully loud. he sits there with his tail-tip flicking at the deck in agitation and watches luffy’s face go from unreadable to awed to unrestrainedly joyful, his grin wide and white as ever but edged with something soft. “can i touch?” he asks, quietly for his standards, and zoro has just enough wherewithal to give him a rather shell-shocked jerk of the head before his captain’s fingers are in his ruff and luffy’s laughing like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
(he should have known that he’d had nothing to worry about. luffy had wanted him as a half-dead stranger tied up in a marine base courtyard, and they’re nakama now. his captain is not someone to judge based on appearance. he is still luffy’s first mate, tiger or not— and he knows that after this, with his captain’s approval, his acceptance, telling everyone else will come easy.)
sanji’s next. zoro strides into the galley with conviction and the cook scoffs at him about stealing more liquor before zoro says his name and he turns, stunned and off-guard and concerned all at once, just in time to see the swordsman shift forms. his mouth falls open and he stares, wide eyes flicking about like he’s trying to process, for long enough that zoro starts getting shifty; like come on, now. you either react positively or negatively, what’s the hold-up?
he chuffs impatiently when sanji steps closer, muttering you have got to be kidding me under his breath. something settles slowly in the cook’s gaze, the furrow between his brows smoothing as zoro’s whiskers twitch at the brush of his fingers. “you’re gonna clear out my damn fridge, aren’t you,” he sighs, already resigned, and zoro lets out a happy, unrepentant mrrp.
(in this form, he finds himself reaching for sanji the most. his tail wraps around the cook’s ankle and his first instinct when he wants to sleep is to seek him out, curl around him like a dragon hoarding treasure; perhaps it’s because sanji takes to the shape of his soul as easily as breathing, blatantly unafraid as ever of zoro’s roughhousing (albeit however much he gentles it on his account of his claws and fangs and sheer mass), of putting him in his place when he’s unimpressed with his bullshit. sanji snarks and snipes and sometimes runs his nails through zoro’s fur absentmindedly as if zoro couldn’t snap his neck in half or bleed him out with a single bite; but he knows the cook is aware of just how dangerous he is. the trust is intoxicating— especially from him.
he tells himself he’s drawn near just because sanji gives him prime cuts of meat to snack on and nothing more.)
nami and usopp are having breakfast together when he finds them. their sniper does a double take at the massive green tiger and sucks down a sharp breath to scream before nami slaps a hand over his mouth, lightning-quick, pressing against his shoulder to keep him in his chair. zoro’s a little insulted; his control over his instincts is damn near impeccable. he’s not just gonna chase should usopp really decide to bolt.
but he can see nami’s mind racing, a smirk revealing the tips of his canines as he noses through one of sanji’s cabinets for show— and he catalogues the moment their navigator clocks his earrings and his green fur and realises it’s too much of a coincidence. she slumps back into her seat with a disbelieving, exasperated huff, leaving usopp to give himself whiplash looking between her and zoro and muttering a rapid-fire stream of panicked words that zoro pretends not to hear.
he takes great pleasure in putting his front paws on the table and grabbing an apple from the bowl there in his fangs (usopp squeaks like a dog toy being stepped on) before he tosses it up and slips back into his human form to catch it. “good morning,” he offers casually, grin growing, and as soon as he steps out of the galley he hears usopp absolutely lose his shit. the apple is sweet and crunchy and he’s having the best day ever.
when chopper, robin, franky, brook and jinbei join, luffy always finds a way to slip in a “oh, yeah, zoro’s a tiger by the way” at some point and he thinks they hear it but don’t really process it until they see him prowling around the deck in his shifted form. chopper had jumped about twice his height into the air and sprinted below deck before a laughing sanji coaxed him out; robin had accepted it with a singular nonchalantly raised brow and then a smile; franky, brook and jinbei had pretty much just blinked in surprise and laughed it off.
zoro had thought it’d be better to prepare his crew in case he ever had to shift in an emergency; better for them to know than to freak out in the middle of whatever situation if it ever came down to it. it takes some time for them to get used to him, but it becomes the norm— and he’s grateful for it.
before he joined luffy, before he showed all of them who he was, he’d never really had the chance to be in shifted form but now? he has the luxury of strolling about as a tiger, sprawling on the deck with the sun in his fur, his tail bobbing as he walks the rails for fun. none of them bat an eye anymore; nami yells at him to stop ruining the main mast with his claws while luffy cheers at him to climb it higher. usopp and franky make him what essentially amounts to a giant scratching post. robin always has a hand to spare for a quick behind-the-ear scratch. not having to worry about being hunted is the best thing he’s felt for years.
but amongst all of his nakama, luffy and sanji are the ones who touch him like it’s second nature. the cook hooks his fingers behind zoro’s fangs to pull him close and tease him about whatever, so terrifyingly blasé about willingly putting his hands near the mouth of a predator; zoro bats at him with a giant paw and a growl once and he just laughs with all the confidence in the world that zoro would never actually hurt him. his captain has seen fit to deem zoro his personal space heater/bolster/arm rest, and he drapes himself over zoro like it’s nobody’s business; pushing his face into zoro’s fur, arms around his neck, leaning against his side when they sit on the ground and—
it’s good. zoro curls around them, his cook and his captain, on the rug in the galley that the crew’s set near the oven because they know he likes it warm. even with all of sanji’s snarky fire and luffy’s happy-go-lucky glee their hands are gentler than he’s ever known, and zoro basks in their presence with an ease and eagerness that he will likely never admit. they are the sun and stars to his moon and he feels their call like the pull of the tide.
zoro does not fight it. he is the right hand to his king, the battle mate of one of the strongest, most infuriating people he’s ever met. they call, and he answers. their heartbeats are a steady thrum in his ears, their weight a welcome, grounding burden, and he has an inkling suspicion that for their acceptance, for their affection— there isn’t much that he wouldn’t do.
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otterloreart · 5 months
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These magical girls brought to you by: there are 7 goddamn colors in the rainbow and im sick of indigo erasure!!
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madcat2023 · 3 months
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okay but hear me out- ares x goddess!reader who’s the goddess of peace and they’re head over heels for each other and the other gods are like wtf bc there’s no plausible reason for them to work but they do
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cerealforkart · 8 months
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Pirate AU! They are not surviving the Grand Line
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turnipoddity · 9 days
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IS THAT A KNIFE??? im so intrigued WHAT
yeah… little bit of knife play here and there
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yippetbh · 8 months
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Ok unpopular opinion but
The RE fandom needs to talk about Luis' trauma more. Like, his backstory, not just his death and the crushing guilt he carried with him. Maybe its just Me but i barely see anybody talk about it and it pains me because truly hes one of the best written characters ive ever seen
Not only did he work for Umbrella, but that man was in the Raccoon City Destruction Incident. And when he returned to his hometown he saw it had been taken over by Los Illuminado's. At some point he was recruited for them.
A cult. He was apart of a cult. Thats fucking horrifying. And the fact he had the courage to betray them despite how powerful they are? God.
Even before that he had some insane trauma. He watched his grandfather basically die inside of a burning house and while everyone stood in shock that man stared. He stared and stood and didn't move a muscle until dawn when he disappeared.
Luis wanted to make up for the life he had, despite how a good amount of it wasnt even really his fault. Surely he didnt willingly join Los Illuminados, (or maybe he did, who knows,) and yet when he found Leon and Ashley he had put his current mission aside to help them thinking it would change something. The Don Quixote parallels are beautiful as well. I remember someone on Youtube once had said that Luis died similarly to Don Quixote; accepting that he couldnt be something he wanted to be. That shit has stuck with me ever since and hes just such a tragic character in general.
Dunno, sorry for my ranting, just wanted to bring this to ppls attention cuz I've noticed that people will dig up stuff for other Resident Evil characters but I never really notice the fandom ever mentioning Luis' religious and past trauma. The remake really fleshed out his character and I wil NOT let this man be overlooked
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fairdale · 3 months
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made myself incredibly sad thinking about magnus being alone. maybe not completely alone, because he would have max, tessa, catarina and ragnor. but lonely, i think he would feel loneliness like he never had before.
because those young annoying shadowhunters that interrupted one of his parties and dragged him along would be gone. because even though he tried to act like they didn't mean much to him, they did. because he got used to their presences in his life and now he can't remember what it was like without them.
because that man he had seen become a silent brother and come back as a shadowhunter, would be gone. after living a life full of love, yes, but he would be gone, just as the ones before him.
because he would know what losing a son feels like. and the pain in his heart would be unbearable.
because it would mean he lost the love of his life. because it would mean that, maybe, just as tessa, he would end up forgetting the blue of his eyes that he loved so much, the sound of his voice, his laugh, his mannerisms, the things that made him, him.
because the parts of his life that were filled with alec, rafael and friends would suddenly be empty, he would be empty.
because he would feel like his heart is being ripped apart every time, but he would choose it over being a shell with no feelings. because that would mean he may forget.
and he would never, ever, want to forget his reason to live.
(even if it was gone forever.)
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ruebird · 1 year
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he don’t bite
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emrystheedgedancer · 7 months
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I kind of adore the self-deprecating humor in Tress
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❤️ Love of my life ❤️
(Bonus : Rebecca Ferguson being a cutie on set)
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happysadyoyo · 7 months
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Time loop y/n should get involved in art therapy.
Actually, time loop Sun may benefit a lot becoming an art therapist with teenagers and young adults. Maybe remove him from some potentially triggering situations even with deleted memories.
@pillowspace I'm biased as I'm pursuing an MFA in fine arts and planning on a career in youth outreach. What do you think? Sun as an art therapist? Encouraging people to get back into the glitter glue and hand turkeys and all that.
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