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Hey while you're loving elephants: Denver Zoo has two teenage boy elephants and one Old Man Elephant named Groucho, and lately they've had the lads housed with him so he can teach them Proper Elephant Manners like how bulls raise teenage boy elephants in the wild. Bull elephants are apparently very into being parents but due to the matriarichal nature of most herds, they really only get to raise calves after they've hit puberty. My point is, one of the boys was being annoying and chasing rabbits so Groucho came up and jabbed him in the ass with a tusk, the lad ran around the enclosure crying then came back and did a lot of "I'm sorry I'll be good now dad" fawning and it was adorable.
OH MAN SEE SEE SEE i wish we knew so much more about how bull elephants interact with herds and families - we've documented bull elephants traveling to matriarchal herds and fake wrestling with male calves, and we've documented bulls protecting orphaned calves, but in god's name i want every in and out about it. everything we know about elephant social interaction is not enough. it's a Thing that introducing old bulls to a population lowers the amount of younger bulls in musth, also known as the state in which bull elephants desire nothing but murder and possibly sex, but - i want to know the precise mechanisms. old bull elephants teaching younger bulls manners renders me VERKLEMPT. i just wanna know every secret elephants have.
this is incredible though. peak teenage boy. groucho has his hands full and i fucking love him for that. get their asses, groucho.
I love my socially anxious and awkward girlfriend.
I think she deserves more love and less angst.
I’ve never been so happy to see so many of my Fandoms on one map!!!
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There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.
Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.
“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.
“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”
“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.
He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.
“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.
“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”
“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”
“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”
“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”
“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”
It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.
“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”
Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”
“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.
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A/N : Hello once again my lovelies !!! This is a tasty lil treat for my love @kaizokuniichan who asked me to write up something for our lover, Rosinante. I think this is the LONGEST piece I've ever written, I just had so much fun, I couldn't stop writing!!! I hope you enjoy babe, he loves you so much! He's gunna smooch you so hard! 🥰🥰🤭🤭
Doflamingo had taken you in after you saved Baby 5's young life, putting yourself in harms way to save the child and coming out from the fight nearly unscathed. The small girl had clung to you like a lifeline and refused to let go when you went to hand her off. Doflamingo had laughed, the sound echoing in your ears, but it didn't frighten you, only able to give him a bright smile when he offered you a place on his ship.
When Corazon suddenly showed up, you swore the tension could have been sliced with a butterknife, watching the two brothers stare each other down until Doflamingo relented, pulling his younger brother into a tight hug while exclaiming, "My brother has returned!" There was a celebration that night, the Donquixote Pirates always finding some reason to drink and party.
You listened absent-mindedly as Diamante insulted the brother, your eyes taking the slightly shorter Donquixote, curious of the man. Your cheeks burned when his eyes met yours, smoke from his cigarette floating up and slightly obscuring his view, which gave you the chance to walk away, heading down to the kitchen to make up a snack.
You had just finished your snack when footsteps alerted you; your eyes flicking up from the book in front of you to the younger brother standing at the door, a slightly apprehensive look on his face as he took you in. You gave a small smile and a wave, which he returned after a moment, which caused you to chuckle softly.
"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."
He walked over and sat scross from you pulling out a notebook and scribbling something down, sliding the notebook to you with a small grin. You were gentle with the book, fingers brushing over the page as you read the words.
You can call me Corazon, the pleasure is mine.
Your cheeks tinted pink as you slid the notebook back, unable to keep the small smile off your face as you began to sign, the movements a little clunky from disuse.
/Do you sign? It might be easier to communicate./
His eyes lit up like a light and a wide grin replaced the small one, giving you two thumbs up before responding in a flurry of signs.
/I do! I've only met one other person who could sign, this is definitely easier-/
You cut him off with a laugh, the sound causing him to falter as a light blush covered his own cheeks.
"You're going too fast, Cora-san, I can't keep up like that."
He repeated his movements but much slower this time, your head nodding slightly before you replied,
/Much better, that's much easier to follow. Thank you!/
His grin returned and you knew then that you could enjoy his company anytime.
~ A few months later ~
Walking through the newest town you'd stopped at, Baby 5 at your heels as she chattered about how excited she was to find a new dress. You smiled down at the girl and turned to your bodyguard for the day, laughing at the sour look on Corazons face.
"You know, we would have been just fine. You didn't have to come with us, Cora-san."
He sighed through his nose and signed,
/Doflamingo said I had to. Apparently you're important to him./
Your cheeks burned at the thought of your Captain calling you important, though you quickly frowned and gave Corazons arm a slap. He flinched at the feeling, giving you a matching frown and blowing smoke down at you.
"Not me, her. She's important, I'm expendable."
His face changed at your words, quickly signing out something but you turned from him, not caring what he had to say at that moment.
"I don't have a devil fruit, I'm not nobility, I'm nothing special. Doflamingo can find a child caretaker anywhere, I'm just..."
You gave a shrug, arms crossing over your chest as you keep your eyes peeled for the store you and Baby 5 looked at the day prior.
"I'm just convenient."
There was silence between the three of you until the store came into view, the small girl giving an excited shriek as she ran towards it. You shouted after her, running and catching up to her easily, snatching her up in your arms with a loud laugh that matched her own.
Corazon watched the sight with a heavy heart, knowing the Donquixote Pirates was no place for your kindness and love. Watching you care for Baby 5 hurt him, knowing his job was to keep kids from joining this ruined crew and his failure hung over him like a storm cloud. His hands jammed into his pants pockets as he strolled towards the store, following you both in and standing off to the side.
He shrugged off the whispers from surrounding people, his eyes trained on you and you only, watching as you held Baby 5 on your hip while you scoured the racks for good deals. He couldn't help but smile softly, his eyes soft and warm as yours met his. Your cheeks tinted pink, snapping your head back to the rack as the small girl pulled a cute dress from the rack.
"Great choice," he heard you respond, your voice light and happy.
Corazon's eyes moved from you two to outside, simply people watching and keeping his alert high just in case. He jumped when a heavy hand met his shoulder, ready to grab his pistol when his brother suddenly leaned into his vision, a low sigh leaving him as he shook his head. Doflamingo cackled, giving his brother a slight shake.
"Ah brother, don't be so bitter! It's not my fault you're not paying attention."
Corazon glared for a moment before clapping a hand on Doflamingos' own shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before turning your attention back to you. Doflamingo gave a low chuckle, his attention also on you as you laughed at whatever Baby 5 had said.
"She's something else, isn't she."
Corazon was shocked at the words from his brother, eyebrows shooting up as he turned back to him. He titled his head slightly, motioning for Doflamingo to continue. The elder brother simply sighed and gave Corazons shoulder a squeeze of his own before letting it fall.
"If you have to ask, then you wouldn't understand."
Corazon turned back to you before giving his brother a nod. He did understand, but he wouldn't let his brother know that.
The two brothers watched you almost dance around the store, a small collection of dresses for the girl in your free arm as you finally went to go pay. Gathering the bag, you placed Baby 5 down and thanked the vendor, leading the girl out and smiling beautifully at the two brothers as you passed them.
There was a moment of silence between the Donquixotes, before Doflamingo finally murmured out,
"... That's what I meant."
He followed after you, leaving Corazon to lean outside the store. His heart clenched as Doflamingo laid a hand on the top of your head, your head turning to look up at him and Corazon felt something snap as you smiled lovingly up at his brother. He hated how suave his brother was and how dirty he played, watching you fall into his hands like easy prey. You didn't deserve the pain his brother would give you, treating you like a fly stuck in a spiders web.
Corazon decided then that he would do everything in his power to get you out.
That night, the crew had taken over a tavern, drinking it dry and eating everything available, the poor owner having no choice but to sit back and watch the Donquixotes rip his livelihood apart for their own amusement. You sat between the brothers, an old logbook in your hands that you'd stolen from the local bookstore, making marks and little ticks in the book to anything you thought important.
"While I admire your dedication, I really wish you'd relax."
You jumped at the sudden voice, looking up at your Captain with a wide grin and a laugh as you reply,
"This is me relaxing."
Doflamingo gave a cackle, his head tilting back as the sound echoed to the ceiling. Your cheeks burned, thinking he was making fun of you, but when he looked back to you, his hand went under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. His thumb ran over your lower lip as he replied lightly,
"I could show you how to really relax, if you'd like."
Your eyes stared into the rose tinted glasses, rendered mute for a moment until you laughed nervously, pulling your face from his grasp.
"Maybe next time."
You remove yourself from between the brothers as you gather your book, waving them off as you said your good nights, making your way to the rooms upstairs. You checked the kids first, sighing softly with a small smile as Baby 5, Buffalo and Dellinger rested, oblivious to the party raging downstairs.
Closing the door, you turned and jumped, fist raised and ready to attack as you took in a shadow, giving an irritated grunt as Corazon stepped out from the darkness.
/You okay?/
You gave a soft "Tsk," and lowered your fist, straightening yourself before signing back,
/You scared the shit out of me./
He immediately signed back,
/I'm so sorry./
You gave a soft sigh and nodded, rubbing a tired hand over your face.
"It's okay, I'm just... on edge."
Corazon tilted his head curiously, motioning for you to continue so you grabbed his hand, pulling him to your room and closing the door behind you after pushing him in.
You rested your forehead against the door before turning and looking at him, your eyes sad and expression nervous as you asked,
"Can I trust you?"
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap as he threw a long leg over the other. He stared you down for a long moment before giving a solid nod, his own expression determined.
You placed your book on the small dresser and walked to him, sitting beside him and staring out the open window. You were silent for a while, gathering strength to be honest with the younger Donquixote.
"... I think I want to leave."
Your voice was so soft that Corazon wasn't sure he heard you properly. One of his hands met your back and gave it a gentle rub as your face collapsed into your palms. His heart broke as a soft sob left you, your shoulders shaking as you bit back more tears.
"I think I bit off way more than I could chew and now I'm fucked."
While you sobbed into your hands, you took no notice of his other hand moving outwards almost lazily, a soft murmur coming from him but you didn't hear, too in your emotions to pay attention to anything else.
"... calm..."
A soft blue barrier washed over you two, a feeling of a breeze washing over your skin, causing you to lift your face from your palms in confusion. You turned to Corazon as he lifted his hand from your back and signed to you,
/... can I trust you?/
You gently reached out and took his hand in both of yours, thumbs brushing over the back of his as you gave a solid nod of your own. He took a shaky breath before responding in a low voice,
"... you don't deserve this."
You froze, eyes wide as your breath hitched in your throat. He... spoke.
He spoke.
He spoke.
He spoke.
Your mind ran on that one thought for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes finally met his once again, clear anxiousness written across his face as he waited for you to say something, anything.
"You..."
Tears welled in your eyes again as you finally choked out,
"Cora-san... help me."
You're pulled into his lap, his strong arms tight around you as your face buries into his neck. One of his hands cradles the back of your head while the other rubs over your back, his own eyes prickling with tears as he holds you to him.
"I'm so sorry you got caught up in Doflamingos insanity. You are too good for him."
You clung to Corazon like a moth to an open flame, his velvety voice washing over your skin and warming you from the inside out. After a while, you pulled away, wiping at your face as you murmured,
"I'm so sorry, how embarrassing-"
Your voice faltered as he cups your face, thumbs brushing away left over tears as his eyes bored into yours.
"Never apologize for being honest."
Your eyes searched his, your hands moving to his chest and lightly gripping around his shirt. Slowly, your faces moved closer, his nose brushing against yours as your breath mingled, lips so close-
There was an explosion of light outside the window, pulling both of your attention to it. The smell of smoke met your nose and you gasped, looking back to Corazon with a worried expression. Hopping off his lap, you ran to the window and groaned at the sight, seeing the building across from the tavern now decimated and in ruins, flames licking the sky. Doflamingo stood before it, his arms raised as he cackled maliciously to the sky. There was no sound which confused you, your head turning to question Corazon when suddenly it returned, Doflamingos laugh chilling you to the bone. It mingled with the crackle of the fire, your arms wrapping around yourself as you took in the sight.
"God damn," you breathed out, stepping back from the window and jumping when your back met Corazons stomach. You looked up at him and your brows furrowed nervously as you took in his expression, his emotions screaming out of his face as he took in the sight.
"Your brother is fucking terrifying, Corazon."
He looked down at you when you spoke, a deep frown on his lip as he gave you a slow nod, raising a hand to sign,
/He is./
You frowned, confused as you whispered out,
"... Are you mute or not?"
He shook his head sadly, running a nervous hand through his hair under his hat before signing,
/I'm mute for my own safety./
You turned and wrapped your arms around him, worry eating away at your heart as his own arms caged you to him.
"... Are you in danger, Cora-san?"
There was silence between you, and you squeezed him slightly, your face pressed against his sternum as he wrote Y E S on your back with a finger. Your own fingers clenched around his shirt, giving a soft sigh of relief as silence rested over you both once more. You pulled back to look up at him and asked,
"You have a devil fruit?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes still watching the chaos outside the window.
"You have to promise me you won't say anything."
Your expression steeled as you confirmed confidently,
"I'd die before saying anything."
His eyes snapped to you, his face breaking as he looked down at you. A large hand cupped your face and you leaned into it, one of your hands moving to press against the back of his own.
"Now I need you to promise you won't die for me."
You couldn't help but laugh, eyes tearing up as you pressed a kiss to his palm before you joked back,
"No promises, Cora-san."
No longer having the strength to keep watching his brothers madness, he took you away from the window, sitting back on the bed and returning you to his lap. Your legs caged his waist, hands on his shoulders as his own brushed over your hips. You shivered under his touch, both your cheeks burning bright red as your eyes met.
You made the first move, pressing a quick but gentle kiss to the side of his lips, smiling to yourself at the small gasp that left him. His lips chased yours as you slowly pulled back, brushing your nose against his as your lips barely touched. A soft moan escaped you and his fingers twitched, digging into your flesh as he finally captured your mouth, a delicious mound growing under you which you lovingly ground against.
Corazons breath caught in his chest as he kissed you, unable to form any thought as his hands met your ass, pressing you down against him to relieve the pressure of his cock straining in his pants. You moaned again, the sound muffled by his lips as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip. You gave him entrance and a low groan reverberated in his chest, his fingers gripping your ass cheeks as you felt your panties become soaked from your warmth.
His lips left yours to trail over your neck, your head falling back as his lips and teeth teased your flesh, your hips grinding against him almost desperately as one of his hands crawled up your shirt. His massive hand took a breast into it, his deft fingers twisting and teasing a perky nipple, grinning into your skin as you moaned his name.
"I could listen to that all day," he breathed out against your neck before leaving a hickey, his tongue licking over the bruising once he was pleased with it. He took in your breathless look for a moment, pleased with himself as he murmured down to you deliciously,
"Can I be selfish? Can I have you tonight?"
Your hands immediately went to his button-up, ripping at the fabric and pushing it from his shoulders. He gave a pleased laugh, capturing your wrists to stop you as he kissed you again, a little softer than before as he murmured,
"Say yes."
You kissed him back for a moment before brushing your nose along his cheek, your lips right by his ear as you whispered with a beg,
"Please fuck me, Cora-san."
The man's brain malfunctioned, a choked sound leaving him as his hands tightened around your wrists, a desperate need snapping in him. You blinked and your back was against the bed, Corazon towering over you as his hands ripped off your clothes, your own hands tearing at his belt and pants.
Once you were naked under him, his hands teased over your skin, his eyes taking in every inch of you as if committing your body to his memory. He wanted to capture everything, every little moan, every twitch your body gave - he wanted it all.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured as his fingers danced over your soaked cunt, grinning to himself as your hips twitched towards them, a fleeting whine leaving your lips as he pulled them away.
"Please, Cora-san, please, I need you -"
Your voice cracked as he pressed a finger until you, your eyes rolling back as a filthy whimper left you. He quickly added a second, slowly beginning to stretch you as he pumped in and out, your pussy squeezing around his fingers to the point he sucked a hiss in through his teeth, his other hand gripping his massive cock through his undies for a moment before caging over you again. You almost blacked out as he added a third, stretching you more than you'd ever been before, and your hand met his wrist, tears pricking your eyes.
"Too much, love?"
His eyes were so kind, so loving as he looked down at you, tears spilling from your own as you gave a small shake of your head.
"I... I just need... a second..."
When you were ready, you gave a nod and moved against his hand, moaning deliciously as the fire returned, pleasure overtaking the pain as he finger fucked you into the mattress. You were so close, praise babbling past your lips as your eyes bored into his own. His cheeks were bright red, lipstick smeared on his face and you assumed your own, a hand cupping his cheek as you cried,
"I'm so close, I'm so close, God please Cora-san, please, I'm gunna cum, I'm-"
His lips devoured yours as he pistoned into you, your breasts bouncing slightly at the ferocity. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, nails digging into his back as you spilled over the edge, almost sobbing into the kiss as you gushed over his fingers, squirting over and over and staining the bedsheets. He let you ride your orgasm out entirely, leaving his fingers inside your soaked cunt until he knew you were coming down. Pulling them from you, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked them clean, moaning at how sweet you tasted.
If he died tomorrow, he knew he would die a happy man, just from your taste alone.
"... that was so beautiful," he choked out as your tired hands pulled at his boxers, fingers dipping into the waistband and brushing against his incredibly large cock. He gave a shuddering moan at the feeling, pulling his undies down and kicking them off before situating himself between your legs, precum pooling at the tip of his cock and dripping onto your mound. You shivered at the feeling, the wet slick chilling you as a breeze swept into the room.
You both stared each other down, your gazes similar as he leaned down to capture your lips once again. His tip pressed into you, and you whined with a hiss, pulling back from the kiss to look up at him. One of his hands tenderly holds your face as he slowly presses into you, guilt seeping into his skin as he watches your face scrunch in pain.
"Do you-"
You glare up at him as best you can as you bite out,
"Don't you dare stop."
Something in him snaps, and he fills you in one thrust, groaning loudly at how tight you are as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your eyes roll back and you arch off the bed, the tip of his cock assaulting your insides as you try to relax and adjust to his massive size.
"Such a good girl, you're so good for me," he praises you softly as he slowly pulls out and presses back into you just as slow. It takes only a moment for the pleasure to overtake the pain and you pant, giving him a begging look as you cry out,
"Harder!"
His hips immediately snap into yours, pulling a choked sound from you as he begins to fuck you, his head thrown back as he moans to the ceiling. His hands are rough on your hips, fingers digging into your skin to the point it bruises. You watch your stomach grow everytime he thrusts into you, his cock overfilling you and pushing you beyond the divides of pleasure that you've ever felt.
He suddenly cages over you, one hand moving from your hips to roughly grab your face, an almost dark look in his eyes as he watches you with blown pupils.
"You gunna cum for me?"
You moan shakily at his words, the thread inside you threatening to snap once again as he continues to rearrange your organs.
"I ask you a question."
He stops moving and you cry out, tears stinging your eyes again as your hips try to fuck against him to no avail.
"Yes baby, yes, please make me cum, make me yours, make me cum baby, please-"
Five deep and possessive thrusts is all it took for you to scream out, sobbing out his name as he fucks a second orgasm out of you, his hips stuttering and losing his rythym as he follows you over the edge, choking out your name as his forehead meets yours. You feel his cock twitch inside you, his seed spilling out and joining your stains as he lazily thrusted, chasing the butterfly kisses of pleasure as his lips press against yours.
You both hold each other, kisses and soft breaths exchanged as tears rush out of your eyes. You flinched as something wet hits your cheeks, and you can't bite back the sob that leaves you as you take in Corazons own teary-eyed face. Your hands cup his face, and you kiss him over and over, your legs still wrapped around his waist as if he'd disappear the second you let go.
"Y/N,"
His voice was so soft, his throat wrecked from his moans and sobbing.
"D-did you mean it?"
You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, brows furrowed slightly in confusion as he chokes on his words, his cheeks bright red as he somehow gets out,
"... make you mine?"
Your own face burned bright red and you nodded, pursing your lips into a tight line for a moment before responding,
"Y-yeah."
Tears roll down his face like a waterfall, his face scrunched as he sobs,
"Really?"
You can't help but laugh lightly, your hands taking his face as your thumbs wipe away the never-ending onslaught of tears. You gave him a genuine, loving smile as you replied,
"... If you'll have me."
His cock twitched inside you and you wince with a moan, your back arching slightly as he thrusts into you again. He cages over you again and he slowly begins to fuck you again, his lips pressing to yours hard for a moment before he pulls away to breath out,
"Mine."
His teeth nip your bottom lip.
"My beautiful girl."
They move to your neck, sucking and biting the flesh til his name was written across your entire body.
"...Mine."
He catches your chin in a rough grasp again. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy and full of obsession as he moaned out,
"Mine."
A/N : AND THERE WE HAVE IT !!! I cannot express how much fun I had writing this, i love Rosinante so much 😭😭😭😭 my mans deserved better Oda-sensei 😭😭😭😭😭 also, I had to stop and walk away from this MUTLIPLE times because i made myself blush like ???? 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 good lord.
Anywhore, I love you all sm !! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Please reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed, it gives me motivation and excitement to keep writing !! Thank you so much !! Be good my lil tangerines! 💖💖💖💖💖
You want to protect what you love, don't you?
traditional legacy cover redraw..???? 😥😥
ft stupid british stickers 💀
Mother Nature Listen To My Prayers & It’s Cloudy Today. Looks Like It’s Gonna Rain 🌧
Mother Nature Listen To My Prayers & It’s Cloudy Today. Looks Like It’s Gonna Rain 🌧
THIS IS FIRST PINK DIAMOND AND U CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND
Sequel PL vs PW where Layton gets framed for a murder (which Maya got accused of first because she always does), but he gets bored from the lack of puzzles in jail and breaks out to solve the crime with Pheonix and then comedic manhunt hijinks ensue and it’s stupid and shut up I can dream
on a side note I absolutely did not have the time to do these.
everything vegas knows about love, he associates with his mum. he's learnt from his mum.
hence why sometimes i think about vegas and macau. young vegas and macau.
young vegas and macau, just after their mum died. and how from a very young age, vegas has always been extremely observant, perceptive and quick to pick up on details. young vegas that reads books and learns how to infer and deduce and read between the lines. that outwardly kept appearances in the shape of his father's smiles at his brother are deceptive when underneath the table he is clenching his fist until his knuckles are white and he knows what that means. and what that means for him and his mum when they get home. and then later on what they mean for him, when his mother is no more, when they get home.
i think about young vegas and how he sits and watches the men in his family. how they talk to each other and talk about each other. everything is not as it seems. and back at home there's still a child, so young, so innocent, so pure. his baby brother. but none of the displays of brotherhood he has seen thus far feel right. not of that of his dad and his uncle, nor of his cousins with each other, nor of his cousins with him and macau. and vegas has read about things like jealousy and envy and greed. has heard his mum tell him enough about how these things end up ruining relationships. who needs cain and abel, vegas thinks to himself sometimes.
and i think about young vegas and macau. and how the only form of love he's probably felt, been around and accustomed to is the affection he felt from his mum. from the only woman in his life.
thus, everything he knows about love, he associates with his mum. he's learnt from his mum. and what being on the receiving end of that love felt like for him: safe, warm, secure, strenghtening.
and when his mum is no more, she leaves behind macau for vegas, for him to love. for him to come back home to and remind himself how human he is. how gentle yet steady his hands are that feed macau and hold macau. how warm and open his chest is when macau nestles himself into it and finds comfort or sleeps. how soft and tender his mouth is when he kisses macau's face and speaks to him. how everyone is starting to call him his father's shadow but macau beams at him when he says that the way he lets him rest his head on his lap feels just like mum. and that means safe, warm, secure, strenghtening.
everything vegas knows about love, he associates with his mum. he's learnt from his mum. and she gave him macau. sometimes it feels like macau wasn't meant to be for his father, to have as his son. that macau was meant to be for vegas. to have as his brother, yes, but as a tether, more. and young vegas doesn't quite get that just yet, when he's so busy himself learning about how to be a capable and fit and proper mafia heir whilst raising macau into becoming someone his mother would be proud of. (this isn't about his father. macau has nothing to do with their father.).
but its on the days when vegas is much older and macau is much older too and vegas is more rattled and tired and monstrous in his ways and macau is more understanding and patient and has a lot more empathy than vegas does, and vegas comes home, and macau's there. and overtime, it seems to be that the tables have flipped. recently, vegas has found himself seeking comfort from macau a lot more. he feels like a child again, sometimes. but it comforts him seeing macau be their mother's shadow. that when vegas looks at macau, he sees their mum in him. in the way macau loves him, and in the way macau softens and smiles for him and in the way macau looks at him (not like a freak, despite knowing what he does, but like the sun, for how he loves so warmly).
and when macau loves him, vegas feels safe, warm, secure, strenghtening.
that is to say that everything vegas knows about love, he associates with his mum. he's learnt from his mum. and she gave him macau. sometimes it feels like macau wasn't meant to be for his father, to have as his son. that macau was meant to be for vegas. to have as his brother, yes, but as a tether, more.
and he hopes their mum is proud of them, vegas and macau, both.
Unyeilding Avalanche - Blaze a Trail -
(Timelapse under the cut)
Just a fuck ton of Now What doodles (also a veeeery small feature on the last drawing of Handyman Bill, Mr. Bill Pines, Bill from Lost on Earth, Bravity, fucking Ted????? And my Girlfriend!!)
Also heeeyyy don’t pay attention to like most of the bottom part of the second drawing, there’s nothing wrong with it :)