#i have ZERO self control

[sweetchildofrocknroll]

[revasserium]

could we get a protective zoro pretty please! maybe reader gets kidnapped again and zoro comes to find her but we get the actual fighting and zoro being protective? i’ll take anything you write <3

here are monsters

zoro; 1,737 words; fluff, opla!zoro, shockingly introspective zoro, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, vague gore (but not rly even), just zoro slicin' ppl, established relationship

summary: prequel to this fic right here

a/n: *makes vague uncertain hand gestures at opla!zoro*

he’s always known of the monster inside him — always. he’s always known of the hurricane that spins just beneath the cage of his ribs, the thunderstorm brewing beyond the horizon-line of his heartbeat.

when he sees you bloodied, bruises blooming at the edge of your mouth, something inside him snaps like a tideline, ripped apart by the rage of the ocean slamming against the back of his teeth. there’s a jagged bloodlust curdling in his throat as he narrows his eyes, pulls out his swords and swings.

the shing of metal through air shouldn’t sound like music, the dull thunk of bodies hitting the ground, no baseline beat — the bitten-off screams of men as their throats are cut should not sound like the familiar tune to a life-long melody but zoro can’t help the grin that spreads, savage, across his lips as he leans into the rhythm of the fight and lets his body sing.

it would not be remiss to call him monster, so he thinks as he digs the hilt of his swords into the side of an oncoming thug and hears the sharp crack of shattering ribs. he doesn’t wince at the warm splatter of blood as it paints his cheeks. a wide, manic smile pulls at his lips as he swings both swords around in a wide circle to slice through three oncoming bodies, before bringing them down in an arc to bisect another thug from torso to legs.

by the time he turns back around, most of the so-called pirates have already scattered, but one (the leader of the whole sorry lot) still stands, a blade pressed to the smooth expanse of your throat as he snarls, backing away from zoro, nose twitching like a frightened rabbit.

“d-don’t come any closer! or — or else i’ll slit her throat!”

zoro’s lip twitches, his eyes hardening as he stares at the shaking heap of leathers and furs, too much talk and not enough backbone. it’s people like this, zoro thinks, that give pirates a bad rep.

“i’d like to see you try,” zoro’s voice is iron-hard and steel-sharp, a dull throbbing cresting through his temples at the thought of any more harm coming to you even as he catches your eyes. they’re wide and dark and pleading.

don’t do anything stupid.

he almost scoffs. too late.

and then, almost by second nature, the thought comes to him — well, you started it.

the corner of his eye twitches as he sighs, making a show of relaxing his stance, of standing up straight to slip his swords back into their sheathes. he watches as the last thug visibly relaxes — licking his lips as his own grip on your neck loosens.

“t-there see? that wasn’t so hard, was it? n-now — now hand over all the gold you have and i might —”

thwack.

you feel the man’s grip on you slacken completely as you glance up to find the wadou ichimonji impaled through the thug’s head, right in between his eyes, the blade and hilt still vibrating from the force of the hit, nailing the man to the basement wall. you let out a sigh as you jerk yourself out from underneath the dead man’s arms, making a face as zoro reaches down to pull his sword out with a wet schluck.

“tch. just cleaned it yesterday.”

it makes a soft whoomph as he shakes off the worst of the blood dripping from it’s blade.

“sorry… i’ll — i’ll clean it after we get back —” you push yourself to your feet, dusting of your skirt, but a sharp pain in your side makes you stumble, and a second later, zoro’s arm hooks around your middle to keep you from falling.

the metallic tang of blood and the cold scent of steel arrests your senses. the world spins, the floor beneath you swaying like the deck of a ship even as darkness starts to eat at the edges of your vision. you hear zoro calling your name as if through a long, echoing tunnel and you frown, uncertain why he sounds so frantic all of a sudden.

“don’t… don’t forget… the apples…”

zoro stares, aghast as you go limp in his arms. there’s a wild thundering inside his chest as he looks around, his mind racing to catch up to what you’d just said — apples? what the —

he spots them, discarded in a corner by the entrance of the basement hideout — a rough burlap satchel sagging against the wall, filled with waxy red apples, round as the autumn moon and nearly just as big. he stares at them for a full minute before his eyes slowly slide back to you, still lying inert in his arms, though your breathing has evened out and your cheeks are flushed just the slightest shade of pink.

you’re in no immediate danger, he knows, but there’s an unpleasant darkness seeping into the material of your shirt along your ribs and the thing in his chest stutters, the strange pressure threatening to calcify into something very much like panic.

so he takes a deep breath, because master swordsmen don’t panic. those of a calm mind… or what the fuck ever.

he takes another breath and hoists you onto his shoulder, wrapping his arm around the backs of your thighs as he stands up and makes for the exit, reaching down to snag the bag of apples, grimacing as he hooks them onto his free shoulder. they’re heavier than he’d expected.

he’s halfway to the docks before you start to stir and he slows his pace ever so slightly, careful not to dig his shoulder into your still-open wound.

“have a good nap?”

you groan, and he almost grins as he feels you trying to wiggle out of his grasp. he doesn’t break his stride even as he adjusts you on his shoulder and keeps on walking.

“l-let me down — i can walk —”

“nope. don’t feel like it.”

“i’m sorry, okay?”

you sigh, the tension once again leaving your body and for a second zoro worries that you’d passed out again, but the next second, he feels your fists thumping lightly against his waist.

“hm. don’t remember asking you to apologize.”

but he does slow his step. he steps onto the bustling boardwalk, ignoring the strange, lingering looks of passersby as he hauls you bodily towards where the going merry is docked.

“doesn’t mean i shouldn’t.”

he pauses then, bending down slightly to let you slip from his shoulders, keeping his arm wrapped around you even as you slide down the length of his torso to land on your feet. your palms are pressed to his chest as you look up at him, and for a moment, as zoro searches the depths of your eyes, he isn’t sure if he wants to kiss you for being alright or scream at you for putting yourself in danger in the first place.

like this, he can feel all of you pressing against all of him, and the thing inside his chest still feels like something of a monster but at least it’s no longer tearing him apart from the inside out. it beats, uncoordinated, against his sternum, thumping up till he can feel it at the base of his throat.

he lets himself look at you, lets his eyes roam the planes of your face, lingering on the bruise kissing the corner of your mouth. he licks his lips and looks away.

“what the hell were you doing buying so many apples anyway?”

at this, you purse your lips, your lashes fluttering hummingbird quick as you look away.

“uhm… i — i can’t tell you.”

zoro rolls his eyes as he bends down, and in one swift motion, tosses you back over his shoulder. you yelp in surprise as he starts to make his way towards the ship again, seemingly deaf to your protests as you kick our your legs and thump your fists against his back.

“really, warn me, the next time you plan on getting kidnapped for ransom, would’ya?”

but he can’t help the slight smile that twitches at the edge of his lips even as he carries you onto the merry’s deck, kicking open the kitchen door to set you on the long wooden prep table.

because you’re still here, warm and breathing beside him, a bit banged up and bloodied, sure, but alive nonetheless. he’d gotten to you in time.

the creature inside his chest purrs in contentment even as he schools his expression back into a suitable scowl as you pout at him from the kitchen table, saying something about not planning on getting kidnapped, and he quips back something about all this being a bad idea from get.

he allows himself a secret, relieved sigh as he starts to rummage around for the first aid kit he knows is there somewhere, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of your summer sun laughter, watching as you wince and clutch at your wounded side.

how’s he to tell you that with you, the monster inside him starts to feel like much less monster and much more man? and that the day he met you, he stopped thinking of himself as a natural disaster -- only that he might be naturally a disaster sometimes, but something else in all the moments in between.

so he settles for dressing your wounds instead, pressing his palm to the soft expanse of your skin, holding still the shivers that threaten to shake him to his very bones when his fingertips graze against the ridges of your ribs, his other hand resting on the soft plush of your hip.

he settles for kissing you quiet when you start to ramble, because he can’t let himself think of the other things he might want to do to you if you’d let him. he settles, as the monster in him settles as well.

because with you, he knows he is both monster and man, and he knows — judging by the way you smile at him as he pulls back from your kiss — that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

opla!zoro reqs open!

[densewentz]

i taught myself to crochet this past week and lads i gotta admit it has become absolute hell on my bank account

[startixx]

i’m sobbing

[ap-kinda-lit]

Pretty face

Small waist

with a big ol a—

[violent138]

Me as a Time Traveller in 1665, spotting Newton under a tree: "Oh this is my chance to help make history." *chucks an apple, hard, at Newton's head.

*Concussed Newton immediately forgets what he was thinking about (initial concepts of gravitational theory), world altered dramatically off course*

[lavender-phannie]

Still thinking about how when Phil’s coming out video dropped I was in the middle of studying for a maths test and i refused to watch it until I had finished studying cause I knew it would make me lose my mind. I have such amazing self control u have no idea

[ant1quarian]

Ahem.

WASSUP. I KNOW. I'M NOT DEAD. JUST VERY, VERY DISTRACTED AND PROBABLY MORE SLEEP DEPRIVED THAN I SHOULD BE!! :D

To everyone in my ask box:

Whoops, sorry, Minecraft Thing I'm doing is taking over my brain and it turns out: when on server with friends, brain fixates and says I need to grind until the sun shines once more and I am almost falling asleep on my bed.

( I'm sleeping better now dw )

To everyone else out there:

HELLO! Yeah my productivity on Tumblr has gone drastically down. It may come back some day!

[kitastapioca]

Little shit smirking at the inevitability of a huge burning hole in my wallet once I preorder him and the other merch being released soon.

[turtletaubwrites]

I wanted to ask, what’s your opinion on the white beard pirates? Asking cause I got a massive hyper fixation on the crew a bit back and wanted to know your feelings on the lads

- ⭐️

Hi ⭐!!

My firm opinion on the Whitebeard Pirates is that I have no opinion.

If I look at them too closely for more than five minutes I will most definitely become OBSESSED, and I need to finish all of my backed up fics & requests before I dive into another hyperfixation 😅

Seriously, just look at this guy!!

I had to stop myself from taking more screenshots of this pirate crew before my brain latches onto them like a dog with a chew toy

Anyways, my opinion is that they are super cool and interesting, but I need to avert my eyes before I accidentally write a 50k+ word fic about them when I'm supposed to be finishing my current pile 😅😅

(ask me again when requests are open, I will definitely go bananas 🙏🏼😵)

Thank you for the ask, I hope you're having a lovely whatever time you're in!

~ Lynna 💜

[eddiesghxst]

when angel!reader finally asks demon hunter!harry to go the whole way, harry teases and preps you so much beforehand that you literally come as soon as he presses his fat ruddy tip into your weeping entrance. harry’s speechless as he watches you squirm and twitch beneath him, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks, your nails biting down into the muscles of his forearms.

harry thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

he just can’t help it when he rolls his hips a bit more forward, a steady thumb falling to your throbbing clit to teasingly brush over the sensitive bundle. you gasp, eyes snapping open to look down at your centers. you whine in protest but harry quickly hushes you, “it’s okay. it’s okay. gonna make you feel so fucking good on my cock.” he presses chaste kisses across your jaw as you cry out with each inch that sinks into your sensitive heat. “god, you’re fucking unreal. little pussy just couldn’t take it, huh?” you whimper in embarrassment at his words, and he coos, his free hand stroking your warm cheek. he's not sure how he keeps himself from coming; especially with the way you're looking up at him with glossed eyes, lips swollen and red as shaky breaths rattle through your lungs.

He groans, leaning forward and ghosting his lips over yours as he speaks, “greedy thing just couldn’t wait to come." you mewl, pussy clenching around him, his jaw clenches as he tries his best to reel himself in. his breath hits your top lip as he huffs, "come on, keep sucking me in, baby. open up for me, there we go.”

[feralweapon]

sorry for the low activity. i've been working on my garu from pucca blog and I also wanted to make logan in the sims.

[iidgm]

reminder to NOT make smiling critter aus in my presence i WILL ask you if i can draw my oc in there 💀

[kazulmehto]

[tigerguard-fr]

Another year and another xxy dragon that my gf wants to strange me over.

Got the strawberry, strawberry, brick one last year and then cyan cyan flaxen this year <3

I turned last years into meat 🥩

[banderskrad]

Soooo on my "polish" (but tbh it's literature) matura exam I referred to Blood-Elliot relationship in the context of power over someone else

So yeha

My diploma and my matura, everything ended with hnkna😭

.............>

Also I have math tomorrow💀🪦

And then english and english expanded

But math💀