#corazon lives

[ekkoherostudios]

“HE IS ALIVE”

this drawing has been in my gallery for centuries, and I even forgot it was there

so I could call this a Corazon lives Au, I had this sudden idea in which Rosi somehow survived minion island and becomes a pirate himself, and this is supposed to be Law finding out through Rosi’s poster, I dunno if I will continue the Au or something, so I’ll leave this here and let’s see what happens

program: sketchbook pro

[fanaticsnail]

Donquixote Rosinante's Journey with Modern Slang

Masterlist here.

Mild background context: Law's skills as a doctor saved a person with the devil-fruit with the ability grant a single wish. Law used that wish to bring back Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante as he was: lying in the snow and unresponsive. He wanted the chance to use what he's learnt to save him, and save him he does. Both now in their 20s, Rosi is adjusting and attempting to learn the current slang to relate to his grown son. Enjoy crack dialogue.

Notes: Coming from a conversation had with @feral-artistry in a resurrection au.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @carrotsunshine @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix

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Rosi: "So, I went on a date last night and no cap: was lit, my guy."

Law: 😑

Rosi: "So we were being extra and had some bevs, which high key slapped. Then we ubered to the gig because she had mad FOMO, but then she ghosted me for flexing?"

Law: 😑😑

Rosi: "But then we found each other again, and I asked her out and she was like 'aight, bet,' which I'll take a 'W' when I'm offered one."

Law: 😑😑😑

Rosi: "Gee, kid. No need to throw shade when I'm spilling the tea! You're acting sus. Salty 'coz I got clout. So, anyway. It was a lit night-."

Law: "Dad, C'mon!!!"

The rest of the heart pirates barely holding in their laughter throughout the entire interaction, Shachi throwing Rosi thumbs ups every time he uses slang in the appropriate way, while Penguin keeps gesturing for Rosi to start 'mewing' to piss off Law more.

Although Law pretends he hates it, each time he hears Rosinante speak: his heart soars at the knowledge that his dad is back with him - no matter how embarrassing it is.

[icaruslore]

I had a dream last night where it was a Corazon lived au and he just adopted the 4 original heart pirates. But the entire scene was just Law in like one of those baby carries parents wear, than Corazon moved his coat to reveal Penguin and Shachi each in one arm, and it ended with Bepo just popping out from under Corazons hat.

[yanenass-blog]

My beautiful Cora <3

[akaiuchiha]

One Shot One Piece I wrote for my sister.

Main characters : Corazon and Law

Spoilers

Alternative Universe, Canon Divergence, Hurt Comfort (more comfort), Corazon lives, Dressrosa spoilers

You can find both english and french version on AO3.

Here's the english one.

Nothing was going well.

Law was slowly bleeding out -as slowly as a missing arm allowed it- on Dressrosa’s castle rooftop.

The man with the pink feathers and the ridiculous gait stayed close, ready to strike and kill him before anyone could help him.

When he made the decision to go to Dressrosa to take his revenge, he was already prepared to not come back alive. He knew it was cruel and unfair of him to abandon his crew, his precious nakama to realise his revenge. But the sky was blue, marine useless and Law hated this man who believed he was God.

Noises were muffled, each breathing hurt him.

He was so close and yet so far away from his goal. He thought he could do it. He thought he was strong enough to take that man to Hell with him.

The captain could feel his strength leaving gradually. The pain was getting dull and he could hear the laugh which haunted his nightmares.

He laid there on his back waiting quietly for the moment he would get crushed.

The man had already shot him before but it would take more than that to kill him. So he would trample on him and reduce to nothing his dreams, his hopes, his ideals. He would crush the willpower of one -no- of two men with his pump.

Law closed his eyes and waited.

He had to trust Mugiwara-ya, that boy he knew deep inside would be the one to change the world. He had decided to entrust him with his objective. Law was aware that this boy would do it. He believed in him.

And yet, the blow never came. He never felt the pain of a heel sunk in his head. He only felt the wind.

And silent.

Law opened his eyes, confused, and his heart skipped a beat.

A foot blocked the other’s.

But not Mugiwara’s.

No.

A deep voice he thought was lost for over 15 years, spoke.

“I won’t allow you to harm my son any longer, Doflamingo!”

His world stopped with these words, his eyes became blurry and a shiver ran along his body.

Said Doflamingo started to laugh once again.

“Past is coming back today, isn’t it Rosi?”

Both men rejected the other. Law felt arms encircle him more than he saw them and warmth engulfed him. It was as if his body recognised those arms earlier than his brain.

That feeling of safety, he had missed it.

In the distance, he heard Mugiwara-ya provoking Doflamingo.

The body who carried him stopped and he was put on the floor against a wall. Law found it hard to hold back a grunt because of the pain but he wasn’t able to hide the grimace he did.

A hand larger than his face brushed his hair far away from it. The gentleness made him shiver.

Then, that same voice, the one he dreamt of everyday.

“Law…Law answer me.”

He stared at the familiar silhouette of the man who had saved him.

Maybe it was because of the pain that he let the tears roll down freely.

“Cora-san.”

Simply, everything would come to an end so simply. Doflamingo was going to lose, Dressrosa freed and Law finally in peace.

And with his family finally complete.

Him, the Hearts and Cora-san.

Corazon’s smile would stay forever in his memory. His hands were trying to make a tourniquet on his missing arm, hoping that this would arrange the situation after such a long time. He also wrapped the wound with something to slow down the bleeding.

“Fighting Doffy was pure madness, Law! He almost killed you!”

“And I thought you were dead all those years. I suppose it is a give-and-take.”

The Surgeon of Death frowned when he heard an explosion taking place somewhere in the city. The threatening shadow of the Bird Cage still over their head and slowly it was closing on them.

That frightened him. There was a risk he would have to see his saviour -no, his father- dying once again without being able to do anything.

But deep inside, he knew they’d win.

“Now you’re stuck here again while I wanted you to be free… You could have respected my dying wish!”

“I was free to avenge you or not.”

“You stuck to the past and made it your present and future! If that boy does not beat Doffy, no one will!”

“Mugiwara-ya will succeed. I believe in him.”

The determination he showed with his gaze seemed enough to reassure Corazon who sighed afterward. He sat down in front of Law and looked at him with great attention. Then Law tried to get closer to this clumsy titan he called his adoptive father and with his remaining arm, encircled his right shoulder. He put his forehead on it and stayed quiet.

When hands returned his hug, he tightened it.

The fighting noises echoed everywhere in the city, the piercing noises of the cage’s strings shattering the ground were increasing the anxiety and the fear of death and yet, he was able to breathe and free himself from the burden he had been carrying all these years.

He whispered and only the man with him was able to hear -and it was fine, because that’s what he wanted- something he wished he had said so much sooner.

“Aishiteruze, Cora-san.”

[sakura-rose12]

Just pick him up and place him somewhere else

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[bekkomi]

I should start hyper linking these comics tomorrow

[crazybth]

He deserve peace and love

[brokenclockgears]

fly free, all the leftover op doodles/unfinished projects that were sitting in my files

[ekkoherostudios]

He searched, traveled to the end of the world, and he finally found him.

the pirate he was meant to hunt

so, hello, finally, I’ve made something for the Arson pirate, I just needed a while more to think about the history and I think we finally started this goda,, journey!

program: clip studio paint EX

Bonus: here is the beginning sketch :)

[fanaticsnail]

You're Angry at the Tall Men

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I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 8’3

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

[icaruslore]

I made a fic

Hiding in Secrets(Will eventually change) by Crystal_Axolottol on ao3

[skullfacedlady]

[xrnoodle]

something something tall blonde beauty

[sakura-rose12]

They share their secret cute photos of Law.

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[bekkomi]

Quickly colored the sketch