#that last one is pushing it lmao

[lambment]

Congratulations!

[b4kuch1n]

and the storm he was driving/washed it away/in the eye there was a silence

[krilled-cheese]

The brinky Olds in this plentiful harvest after decades of famine

[djk-creations]

This is my Secret Santa Gift for the lovely @shinzeroichi ! I went for yet another version of the good old “Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl”-trope and I really hope you like it! ^^

This is actually an event over on Ao3 and there is a collection full of new Dreamling content!

[thychesters]

Usopp tracks him down after dinner, as if there’s really any place to escape on a ship the size of the Going Merry, though the storage room was always a viable option up until Sanji caught Zoro napping on crates and told him to get out, bitching about how he had to check on their provisions.

Now one of his preferred spots is toward the stern, where he can rest by the mikan trees, enveloped by the warmth and scent of citrus and loamy earth on the open sea. Usopp comes to sit beside him, his nearly full sketch pad in hand and assorted charcoals in the other. It isn’t something he shares often, and Zoro finds it an extension of trust when he lets him peer over his shoulder as he sketches, or perhaps turns it just enough to blatantly put it in his line of vision.

He flips through outlines of Chopper’s hooves and sketches of three boys who thought he hung the moon to land on a half-finished profile of Luffy. He drums his fingers on the edge of the pad, poking through charcoals that all look the same to Zoro, and he tears his gaze away to stare at one of the bullet scars on his forearm. His back still burns from where Luffy had decided to lounge across it in the middle of a push up, which had been easier to ignore until his wandering hands had veered away from casual and annoying.

He can still feel Luffy's fingers pressing into his ribs or the arm winding around him to drag a hand across his stomach before he'd bitten his ear, just to laugh when Zoro shoved him away.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” Usopp asks, head bent. He has his bandana tied up higher to keep his hair out of his face, eyes fixed on the page before him. He also calls this the golden hour, says it’s great for drawing, but Zoro doesn’t really see how since it’s such a short window and it’ll be dark soon.

“No,” he says.

Usopp makes a soft ah sound but doesn’t push it beyond that. A few sketchy lines later and he has the outline of the Going Merry’s figurehead.

It’s comforting then, because he genuinely does not want to talk about it, perfectly content with burying it away in a hollow in his chest until he draws his last breath. A bit melodramatic, yes, but his … longing (he doesn’t like that word, because it isn’t what it is, but it is too) for his captain will remain only that: something kept to himself. He will not cross that line.

“I don’t think it’s the worst thing ever,” he says, because woe for Zoro to think he wouldn’t actually bring it up. Luffy wasn’t exactly subtle and apparently Zoro didn’t school his expression as much as he thought he did. His projected annoyance clearly wasn’t strong enough, even though annoyance had been a big part of it. Usopp’s too aware and Chopper was too blissfully ignorant and entertained by their antics.

“Right,” he mutters, because it’s actually a terrible idea. He’s not as stupid as Nami and Sanji like to say he is.

Usopp smudges some charcoal with the side of his thumb. “When I first joined up I got the impression there were more to things than you guys let on. You didn’t say anything outright, and maybe it was just me putting too much stock into your dedication, so, y’know, I didn’t want to say anything. I’ve seen the way the looks at you though.”

“He doesn’t look at me like that,” Zoro says, voice sounding perfectly level, he thinks. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, but then he’d never wanted to talk about it in the first place.

Usopp finally turns to look at him, stares right into him in a way that makes him want to growl, bite back that maybe he should mind his own fucking business, that he knows he’s a liar but he should know when to cut the crap. He swallows and turns away.

“If you say so.”

This time Zoro does growl, or at least mutters something indelicate because he kind of wants to tell him to fuck off, but that’s a little too harsh and will like draw unwanted attention.

“I was there, remember?” he says after another minute spent fidgeting with charcoal that oscillates between shading and smudging. His voice is quieter though, like he’s afraid Zoro’s going to overhear, as if he isn’t talking to him right now. “I heard the oath you made to him, Zoro. At this point I think you and I both know there’s a lot more weight to it now than there was before.”

“It’s not happening,” he returns with a tone of finality, because it isn’t, and Usopp better drop it.

He turns back and Zoro’s mildly surprised when he doesn’t flinch back and shrink in on himself when he glowers at him. He does wince, just a little bit, but he meets his gaze head on and looks like he wants to say something else. The sketchpad teeters on his knee, and he starts before it hits the deck.

Zoro hunches his shoulders and forces himself back to his feet.

“I’m not dealing with this,” he mutters, reaching for his swords. It was better when it was just something he himself had to address. It was never meant to be shared.

“Clearly,” Usopp mumbles under his breath. “Zoro, wait. Don’t be stupid about it—easy, that’s not what I meant,” he’s quick to interject, holding his hands up. “I just mean … be realistic about it for a second? Luffy trusts you more than the rest of us combined. You’re his go-to for everything, and I don’t think that’s just because you’re his first mate in everything but title. He looks at you in ways I can’t describe, like—”

“Usopp.”

“What are you afraid of, that it’ll change the dynamics between the crew? How?”

“I’m not afraid, Usopp.”

“That’s not what I said. Do you think it’ll change the dynamics of the crew?”

He grinds his teeth, hard enough a grating noise screams in his ears. “Enough.”

“Fine, look at it this way: we’re not part of this crew for a few weeks, right? We’re in this crew for the rest of our lives,” he falters for a moment, and he sounds almost wistful and Zoro so badly wants him to shut up when he says, "Would you rather live your life full of regret for something you had the opportunity to act but never did?”

“Usopp, stop,” he says, gritting his teeth. His fingers flex around the hilt of Wadō as he loops his swords back into his belt, but Usopp’s paying that no mind and watching him with a furrowed brow. Settling back against the deck his hands still, the Merry’s sketched eye and his own watching him too closely. A bead of sweat trickles down his brow and he swipes it away with the back of his forearm before he blinks and looks away, chin ducked in his chest as the sea swells and calms against the ship.

Zoro will pull, and will twist, and will pry and will split himself apart to protect his crew. There are a great many things Zoro would promise Luffy without any hesitation, any number of vows he would make in a single breath. But this cannot, and will not, be one of them.

No, no this is never something meant to be shared. This, this affection Zoro harbors for Luffy, the one that has morphed in a steadily growing resentment toward himself, is his and his alone.

Zoro is not one to ask for things he cannot have, and this—this is his burden to bear.

“Okay,” Usopp says after a minute, sketchpad long forgotten and charcoal staining his fingertips and palm of his hand. Zoro draws in a breath and it bubbles up into a burst of pain between his eyes. He can hear him swallow, eyes darting away in fear of further reprimand. “Sorry.”

His footfalls are heavier, weight dragging into the ache that nestles between his shoulders, but Usopp says nothing more and Zoro says nothing less. The stairs creak in an amalgamation of wood and metal, and as he descends to the lower deck the sunlight catches on the waves, leaving him squinting and raising a hand against against the blinding light.

He pauses at the bottom, looking out over the expanse of the ship and the rolling sea spread before them in every direction, full of the promises of their dreams and freedom, and spots a familiar figure in his seat atop the masthead. As if he senses him, he sits up a little straighter, hand against the brim of his hat as the breeze kicks up, smelling of salt and the last remnants of dinner.

Luffy turns him and beams, and it’s a sick, twisted pleasure to burn, isn't it, as he meets his gaze.

a missing chunk from ode to an ocean. !

[todayisafridaynight]

everyday i constantly think of masato's wheelchair and if that's his only one/main one no wonder he's so pissed at everyone

[fearandhatred]

yo this made me so sad lmao but anyway since i have to do all my own advertising, this is for my fic transitional heart taxidermy. it doesn't make much sense for aziracrow out of context but it's also about abusive relationships in general so. content warning?

if i recall

you love me raw

rust my skin with your sordid tongue

crush me bare and delirious

drive storms up my breast

black, bitter sky over

a thousand drunk forests

i will stay, yet i ache

you used to be summer,

if i recall

[inktheblot]

The rotation of Christmas music that plays in the store I work at includes the following:

Any version of “Last Christmas” you could think of and then some, EXCEPT Wham’s

Various people trying to come up with weird new verses to “Jingle Bells”

Joey Ramone’s cover of “What a Wonderful World”

This one cover of “Do You Want To Build a Snowman” that’s sung in like. That specific really breathy way that pop singers do Christmas songs sometimes y’know?

The song from the Victorious Christmas episode

Three songs from the Phineas and Ferb Christmas special

“I Have a Dream” by ABBA except not the ABBA version

- DO YOU REMEMBER THE 25TH NIGHT OF DECEMBER

[lokiina]

Dino.exe has stopped responding... Let him process his confusion.

** photo received under readmore

[buwheal]

Also I super appreciate the support you've given for my ask box!! I doubt it'll be as big as yours but I'm excited to get the ball rolling >w<

Have a nice day and don't push yourself too hard ^^

YEAH!!!!! OF COURSE!!!!! Its so exciting to see!!! I hope you have fun with it lol ^_^ its great character exercise!!! & You too!!!! :-)

[alltimefail-sims]

Getting online when T Sw**t does literally anything...

Every tag. Every fandom. Fanfic titles. Retconned characters (this character is a sw***ie, this character is this song coded, this ship is so that song coded and so on). Fan Edits out the ass. Audio clips, lyric quotes, hot takes on Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/YouTube/TikTok. A cruel, unending slew of exposure you did not ask for lmfao

[snailfen]

I Know I sound like a broken record saying this, BUT, again RUFFIAN AND RUFFLES GIVES ME LIFE, You are amazing!, also mild note, before you get very deep into this, if it feels like you're burning out, or people are forcing you to draw the comics, take a break, you deserve it champ!

thank you all for the kind words!!! I really do appreciate them a whole lot <:)

on a side note, i am aware, but a reminder never hurts cus i definitely need it! with that last ruff&ruff i did have a sketch prepared, but i figured that it should be mothers day related instead. i didnt expect it to take so long nor did i expect it to be 2 pages long. had to speedrun the whole thing on top of doing IRL mothersday stuff and CSP crashing on me LMAO

thankfully i can use that last sketch for next week, that way i can focus on an animation im working on and also schoolwork. I'm gonna be busy even after graduation (which. unfortunately not my choice) but im hoping once im out of high school I'll be able to really draw as much as I want to.

[bunnyb34r]

Oh my god

So 6 weeks or so ago BaldBastard tells us to get rid of the black supply tote, we're getting clear cube ones. Whatever.

The cubes are working surprisingly well, the sign holders fit perfectly in them, keeping it neat and tidy. Everyday supplies like tape, masks, and trash bags are in one, lesser used ones in another. Great.

Motherfucker shows up today and goes "you guys need a black tote. Like put the cubes in there. I don't know who told you to use those but you need the black tote."

BITCH IT WAS YOU!!! YOU FUCKING TOOK OUR TOTE AWAY! YOU FUCKING FORCED THE CUBES ON US!!! YOU!!

Then he was bitching ab how we need to liquidate more and it's like uh huh that's gonna work great until the liquidator tells us to stop sending him shit unless it specifically is in liquidation status bc they dont have the fucking money. You know, like what happened LAST YEAR.

AND he and FGM were like "you guys have a lot in the steel..." and RC and I went "no we dont! It's all basics! Trust me! Go look yourself!!!" And then they were like well pull from boxes then. Okay bitch so we're gonna have a full table of one item bc theres nothing fucking new.

I swear to god you could put an actual chicken in charge as our store manager and there would be no difference. No, it might actually IMPROVE.

[lesbiansanemi]

I’m gonna make it through the rest of Kyojuro’s backstory for this damn role swap AU even if it fucking kills me

[grinchwrapsupreme]

my boss is leaving work early tomorrow during a very important and stressful day in order to go see beyonce and then is immediately leaving on vacation to barcelona for two weeks while we're literally in tech for the most difficult and temperamental show of the year and i'm extremely pissed off about it but i'm not as pissed off as i should be because our head tech called him Vacation Boy behind his back yesterday and that's soothed the sting some

[nonuggetshere]

KNOCK ON WOOD BUT I THINK MY MIGRAINE IS GOING AWAY, I MIGHT DRAW SOMETHING

Btw my LGBT+ headcanon doodles are still open if anybody wants to request them, or just gimme any suggestions you'd like, I might draw them (girl help I am extremely bored)

Or I might write something (glares at this buggycule WIP fic in my drafts)