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Small thingy bc it was my husbands bday (I’m cringe) love him so much I cry.,,,
DND is so awesome be cause I can just make a robot girl whose subconscious just has two codependent lesbians in a toxic relationship, fighting 4ever to figure out the mystery behind their existence.
So yeah great
I LOVE ERISOL SO MUCH LEAVE ME OLONE
someone bored? Or ?
WHEREVER YOU ARE
pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader
warnings ༄ brief descriptions of violence. a little angsty at first but it’s fluff i pinky promise!
word count ༄ 796
notes ༄ i’ve been feeling so deeply about zoro lately—i cried over him a few nights ago. this is embarrassingly soggy; i poured my heart out for him. tagging my dearest ai @gojoest <3
home.
a soft breeze carries the word, a gentle whisper that ruffles zoro’s hair and curls over the shell of his ear, fading once the message rests uncomfortably on his tongue. the sea shimmers under the moon’s loving gaze, the lulling lap of waves the only sound that reaches the starlit deck. he should be chilly in the crisp salt air, but as he glances down at you—wrapped in his protective embrace, head resting against his bare chest and the steady beat of his heart—he realizes that he has never felt warmer.
home is a word that has never meant much to the swordsman.
from an orphanage to the dojo to the furthest reaches of the east blue, zoro was born a wanderer, cursed to roam land and sea with little more than three swords and a fierce dream. hunting humans and exchanging souls for bounties that could barely cover a warm meal, a glass of sake, and a dirty bed—it was a monastic existence, devoid of comfort and pleasure. but that’s the price you pay when you make a deal with the devil. greatness isn’t bestowed upon the righteous; greatness is something you must fight for with steel claws and blood in your maw. may the most vicious creature win.
home is make-believe for a demon. it’s a tale told to frightened children who don’t yet understand the cruelty of the world.
joining luffy did not cure zoro’s restlessness. it did not make him a better man—it only redirected his cruelty. the piles of flesh and bone he left in his wake loomed over him still; he trudged through a sticky stream of ichor in his nightmares. destruction in the name of something is destruction all the same. he could feel the shackles of solitude slipping, but he was (and still is) set in his ways. it’s difficult to unlearn that which you believe yourself to be. a lifetime of isolation bred a bone-deep loneliness that he couldn’t bleed out of his chest or escape when he cracked open his rib cage and welcomed eternal darkness.
home is a luxury a man—a monster—like him does not deserve.
you draw zoro from his thoughts as you shift in his lap to face him, wrapping your legs around his waist, smoothing your palms across the strong planes of his stomach. your delicate caresses dance upwards, an act of reverence as you trace over the story of his life.
puckered scars, rippling striae, dappled moles, smattered freckles; these etchings on his tanned flesh tell of his victories and mistakes and birthrights. when you reach his broad shoulders, one hand darts up to rake through his mint green strands, fingernails grazing his scalp in a way that has him chasing your touch. your other hand tinkles his earrings, the golden chimes playing their hymn as they reflect the glimmering moonlight.
zoro’s lone eye is enraptured with your movements, and when your sweet gaze meets his, you press a featherlight kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “what was that for?” he asks with a rumbling chuckle. his hands—rough, capable of atrocities—unconsciously rub up and down your sides with worshipful tenderness.
“i love you,” you confess airily with a smile, as though those aren’t the most devastating words the swordsman has ever heard.
if zoro wasn’t a selfish man he would weep at your words. he would tell you to find someone better, he would show you the mortal weight of his sins, and he would keep his distance from a soul as radiant and kind as yours. but decades of want have conditioned him to be greedy.
hearing that phrase—though zoro has heard it from your lips hundreds of times—has a grin rivaling the brightness of the moon split his sharp features. cradling his face, you stroke his dimples with your thumbs. his hands settle on your waist and tug you toward him, your bodies pressed together like hands in a prayer. he crooks his head so your mouths are a mere breath apart.
“i love you, too,” he murmurs before claiming your parted lips with his own.
zoro still has little more than three swords and a fierce dream. but he also has three warm meals a day, more glasses of sake than he could ever want, and a clean bed to crawl into at night. he’s no longer an orphan; with the straw hats there is friendship and laughter and adventure. if asked, he will insist that he’s not a good man, that he’s a demon. but he’s fiercely loyal to his family—he will cut down anyone that stands in their way to freedom.
and then there’s you. with you, zoro has a love he has never felt before. as far as he’s concerned?
wherever you are is home.
Half elf Jimmy is just an excuse to draw him as pretty as I feel like, and also use his balloon for the bluebell theme I've had stuck in the back of my head for months.
HES SO COOL WHAT
taehyung’s instagram story
hfjone and fnaf?!1?1!!1?1!1 botha them?!1?1!1! stares at you autistically
I have no new Art I can post again so you know what that means!!!
If you guessed hfjone fnaf Au stuff, You’re Right!!! Here is a Liam Test Animation I did in March
Mornings
Was given the idea by @dorkusmalorkus666 to give Jornir a cane! Kind of a Modern-AU ish, but I imagine Jornir wears a lot of old man sweaters and loafers <3
"flash flood warning" guess im not the only thing that's wet, am I right guys?
sketch
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