#i don't know if that's a ship tag but I'm using it

[noctuadora]

i'm gonna be mean and say idgaf if you hate aeon or that you got personal problems you project onto those pixels it's just weird ™ that every other post of yours you got tagged as ada is just shady. nobody's forcing you to like those polygons tgt, but it's the way you don't and ship both of them with canonically abusive people that's very much eyebrow raising

oh, hi. honestly, I didn't want to waste my time answering this ask since it's a weekend and I came from a hectic work week, but since I've gotten a similar message on my strawpage a few months ago, I'll humor you and go all out with your concerns, since you clearly stalk my posts and/or actually spend time to check if there's anything about me that's problematic. I'll be blocking any asks similar to this in the future.

"i'm gonna be mean and say idgaf if you hate aeon or that you got personal problems you project onto those pixels it's just weird ™ that every other post of yours you got tagged as ada is just shady."

first off, thank you for being honest and giving me a heads up that you're gonna be mean; better than those who mask their intent in a passive aggressive tone. here's a link of my blog posts with # ada wong. here's my posts with the word ada. you guys can check it out. after reviewing my posts, I genuinely do not understand where exactly is this "shade" you speak of. but okay, let's revisit some of my posts that you might have found an issue with. (1) - I mentioned that while I dislike the ship, leon & ada's complicated relationship in the remake is something I find interesting to analyze. in addition, I praised the way ada feels more human in this rendition. I say this positively. (2) - let me rephrase my last sentence: it's painfully funny (for a lack of better term) that luis' backstory had more detail and clarity than ada's - and if there's any shade in here, it's me taking a jab towards the writers of resident evil. as much as I like the franchise, I do not like the way they write most of their stories. I criticize their way of treating women any chance I get. (3) - I'm putting this here in case you got offended that ada exploded in my run of mercenaries. I'm sorry, it's a skill issue. (4)(5) - I wonder: are you bothered that I said ada manipulated/betrayed leon in RE2R? isn't this a fact? that's her job as a mercenary, isn't it? not acknowledging these actions dumbs down her entire personality/character. (6) - the relationship chart post is literally just me explaining the Japanese term 腐れ縁 (kusare-en/rotting ties) and how I find it interesting that they used it to describe leon & ada's relation. if you didn't know, I’m actively studying the language because I'm half-Japanese, and it's a way for me to connect with my other culture.

"nobody's forcing you to like those polygons tgt, but it's the way you don't and ship both of them with canonically abusive people that's very much eyebrow raising"

let me get the last part of your message out of the way first. I ship both of them with canonically abusive people? I don't actually ship ada with any character. the closest I could pair her with is luis and claire, for fun. are you referring to this SOLE reblog I made of wesker and ada? I said their interactions are amusing because clearly they had something going on (not necessarily romantic; it's probably beef), and I view them both as cats who would fight each other. I think ada would ragebait wesker because she doesn't always play by his rules, and that’d be hilarious. how is that shipping? as for leon, are you talking about my interest in metaltango? like leon & ada, I also just find their angst compelling; even more so than the former. the fact that the leon we see right now is krauser's legacy, the way krauser is leon's shadow in a narrative standpoint, and how leon's lips quivered after he dealt the finishing blow to his former mentor, whom he shared mutual respect and bond with… what is the problem?

"it's the way I don't?" what do you mean by this? I thought I made it utterly clear - and I am fully transparent about this - that the reason I dislike aeon is due to my OWN personal reasons only I could TRULY understand. I acknowledge that it might be odd in your perspective. I won't force you to accept it. but you have to understand that trauma works weirdly and differently for each individual. believe it or not, some people do develop an aversion to harmless things (like for example: an animal, a character, a specific place, an object) due to their trauma, and I don't judge them for that. an actress said she has an aversion to meatballs because she once choked on it as a child. my friend doesn't like a popular character because it reminds them of an ex-friend. as for me, I don’t like the ship because it inadvertently made me remember bad memories.

so now that I've explained it as thoroughly as I can, even going so far as to cite my own posts and give you links... what more do you want, anon? do you want me to talk more about my trauma in great detail? do you want me to explain how playing leon's campaign triggered emotions I've subconsciously suppressed? do you want me to make a podcast to make you understand? do you want me to acknowledge that I'm depressed and I need help?

and moreover, why are you so bothered and pressed about me - a complete nobody, an outcast - disliking a ship you like? you reiterate that you don't give a damn if I dislike aeon, but you clearly do. can you please leave me alone now?

[intensecuddleenthusiast]

I was bored and felt like writing again, so... Here's some Polytrix vore?

The usual disclaimers are don't tag this under the main fandom, and don't repost this. Please.

Technically this is inspired in part by a different fic by someone else, but I'm not going to tag it here because I don't want anyone bringing it up to that person and weirding them out QvQ

All the context you need is that Mira and Zoey are sirens, and Rumi is a performer who was on a sinking ship, and they saved her, taking her to a small island where they've been talking for a while after she woke up. I could write all that leading up to this, but this is one of my lazy spontaneous stories, so nah XD

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Mira stiffens, the others failing to notice her change in demeanor as they continue to banter. Her eyes scanned the horizon, narrowing as she pinpoints the dark clouds threatening to swallow up the sun. The wind was blowing them right towards them.

“And then, that's when I- Hey!” Zoey yelps indignantly as Mira jabs a firm finger into her shoulder, scowling up at her, only to follow that finger as it pointed towards the approaching storm. “Oh… but we'll be fine, we….” Mira points to Rumi, who had initially still been laughing, but looks more and more concerned by their behavior, “Oh… no, that's… not good…”

“What's not good?” Rumi stammers, glancing between the two.

“Storms coming…” Mira murmurs, and Rumi's eyes widen in seconds.

“R-Really?” She glances at the sky dumbly, “You can tell?”

“Well, yeah…” Zoey chitters, “You can't?”

“I'm a performer, not a sailor… and some of us need instruments, er, tools for that. I'm not the most sea smart, admittedly…”

“Huh… weird.”

“Zoey…” Mira interrupts sternly, casting her a look. She knew Zoey was fascinated by the differences between sirens and humans, but Mira could tell her seemingly light hearted interrogation was making Rumi fidgety.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry… I didn't mean anything bad, it's just… I'm used to people who can sense it. Most seafolk can, so… I was a little surprised. Not that that's a bad thing! I'm sure you have… other… great qualities! Like your voice, it's so… okay, yup, shutting up now.” She nods as Mira shoots her an even dirtier look.

“Anyway… uhm… A storm?” Rumi pries in, glancing up again, squinting to no avail. “I'm guessing that's something I should be worried about?”

“This island is small, there isn't adequate cover here, especially for a human.” Mira nods.

“Oh… uhm… maybe I could… Are there any others nearby?”

“I doubt it. And if we went looking, the storm would probably be over us before we manage to come across anything. It's too risky.”

“Mira!” Zoey gasps, her hand hovering over her mouth, giving Rumi a chance to catch a glimpse of the fine webbing between each digit. “Are you saying that-”

“I don't know. But the way things look… It might be in her best interest.”

“Do you really think one of us should-”

“Yes. Fine, alright, I do. We can't leave her here, you said so yourself.”

Rumi blinks, still a little perplexed by the sirens before her. What in the world could they be talking about…

Mira finally draws a shaky breath as Zoey averts her gaze, letting it go slowly.

“Okay… Fuck, okay…” she sighs, reaching out to gently take Rumi's face in her hand. Her expression softens when Rumi doesn't retreat from the gesture. “Look… I know you've hardly known us for a few hours, and I know sirens have a bad rep, so you have no reason or obligations to trust us…”

“We did save her…” Zoey offers nervously, quieting as Mira raises her other hand to stop her.

“But we want to help you. And that storm is bad news for all of us. We can't stay up here with you, and you can't swim down with us.”

“I'm guessing there's another ‘but’ here?” Rumi smiles halfheartedly, even the nervous gesture enough to make Mira’s heart flutter a little faster. She can't resist the way the corner of her mouth pulls up just a little, and she knows Rumi can see it. Rumi almost protests when the soft fingers on her cheek draw away.

“But we have a way to help you. To keep you safe. So we can take you with us.”

“But I thought you said-”

Zoey shushes her softly. “We said you can't swim down with us. That doesn't mean we can't take you with us…”

Mira nods in agreement, her gaze drifting to Zoey, then back to Rumi.

“Okay… so… why haven't you done that then?” Rumi questions, brows furrowed in confusion.

Mira and Zoey share a look. Rumi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, it always seemed so easy for the pair to communicate through a mere glance. She wished she had that kind of closeness with someone. She worries at her lower lip, her fingers burrowing in the sand as she glances away.

“Rumi.” 

Rumi looks back up at the taller woman, her shoulders hitching up at the intensity in her eyes.

“We want to help you. But it's not something that's very conventional, for a human. But it's completely safe, we can assure you that.” 

Zoey nods eagerly next to her, eyes brimming with hope that seemed to dig into Rumi's chest and inflict an ache in her heart that reached deeper than the ocean.

“So, if you trust us, then we'll give you a choice.”

“What kind of choice?” 

“Who do you feel safest with?”

Rumi stiffens, staring at her, as if hoping it was a joke. How was she supposed to choose one of them? She hardly knew them in the first place, but she had grown somewhat attached to them already. She couldn't stand the thought of choosing one over the other.

“I…”

“You should do it, Mira.” Zoey sighs in defeat. “You have more experience, I remember what it was like when you helped me.”

“You're sure?” Mira questions, accepting Zoey's decision as she looks away again, nodding. “Okay…”

Rumi has to resist a smile as Mira cradles her head on her hands, looking down at her, studying her. Her hands were still cool as the water they'd dragged her from, but the breath feathering across her face was surprisingly warm.

“Rumi… if I'm going to do this, I'm going to need your full trust. I need you to promise you won't struggle, even if you're scared. If I get hurt trying to help you, we'll be even worse off than we were before. Do you understand?”

Rumi nods, fixating on her warm brown eyes. Despite her stern demeanor, her eyes completely contrasted the careful mask she wore. She barely knew this woman, but she could see the vulnerability hidden there.

“Mira's going to keep you warm and safe, okay?” Zoey assures, smiling softly as she rests a hand on Rumi's shoulder. “You can trust us.”

“But first, I'm going to need you to lose a few layers…” Mira notes, her hands trailing down again, much to Rumi's disappointment, only for her to flush as careful fingers guide her coat off, letting it thud softly on the sand. Mira shifts back, reaching down to take one of Rumi's boots in her hands. She glances up, and when she receives a nod she tugs it off too, and then the other, setting them aside. Rumi giggles as Zoey gawks at her socked feet, lightly prodding one, but Mira doesn't shove her away this time as she looks at the smaller woman lovingly. She looks Rumi over one more time, and Rumi's face reddens all the more as she imagines her moving to pull off her shirt or pants, but it doesn't happen.

Zoey looks up as a soft rumble fills the sky. Even Rumi can see the storm by now, creeping ever so closer to their little island.

“It's time.” Mira nods, but Rumi wasn't sure if she was consoling herself, Zoey, or her. 

Mira's hands settle on her shoulders again as she leans in, giving Rumi that contrast of warmth and coldness of breath and skin. 

“You can close your eyes if it's scary…” Mira whispers, her voice surprisingly soft. “I won't be upset. I'll understand.“

She looks down at the coat. “Is there anything on you that you want to ensure you don't lose?”

“Oh, uhm…” Rumi reaches into one of the pockets, withdrawing an old medallion on a dark chain. “This was my mother's…”

Normally Rumi wouldn't let anyone touch her necklace, but when Zoey took it from her hand with such reverence, she couldn't bring herself to yell at her. Zoey ran the chain through her fingers, studying the coin, trying and failing to read it. “It's beautiful… what is it?”

“My mother was a singer too. She had coins she'd give away when she performed.” Rumi offers, the new knowledge making Zoey grin from ear to ear.

“You mean there are two people who can sing like you?”

“There was… now it's just me.”

Zoey's smile wavers as she nods solemnly. “I'll take good care of it for you.”

Rumi was about to speak up when Zoey tilted her head back a little, lowering it into her awaiting mouth chain first.

“W-wait-, ah!” Rumi yelps, fumbling towards her, only to watch in horror as the young woman's throat bobbed.

“Hey, easy. It's alright.” Mira urges, catching Rumi's arm before she can do anything drastic. Zoey watches Rumi with innocent confusion painted across her face.

“Did I do something wrong? I… look.” She stammers, scrunching up her face as a choked sound works up her throat. Rumi can't deny the way her shoulders slump in relief as Zoey draws the necklace back out of her mouth, even if it was covered in drool. “See? All good. I can bring it back up, easy peasy. It's not going to my stomach, you know that, right?”

“Really?”

“We don't have time for a biology lesson.” Mira interjects, to which Zoey nods and gulps down the coin again.

“But where did it go then?”

Mira sighs in frustration. “We have a kind of storage organ. No, it doesn't digest, and no, it's not some opening to another plane or any of that bullshit. Look, we don't have time for this.”

Rumi flinches, glancing away as Mira exhales again, sounding more tired than aggravated this time.

“I'm sorry, I'm just worried, okay? But we really, really need to do this now if we want to get somewhere we can wait out this storm.”

“Yeah…”

Rumi looks up as Mira draws her closer.

“Hey. It's… going to be okay. I won't hurt you. I promise.”

Rumi is left speechless by the nervous waver in the woman's voice. But what shocks her even more is that when Mira leans in her mouth opens up before her, revealing her fangs. Rumi flinches, eyes flitting shut, but Mira holds her in place so she can't back away. And then she feels it. Warm, soft, and thick with wetness. Her breath hitches as Mira’s tongue caresses her cheek, and she feels a smaller hand grab onto hers, surely Zoey’s. This couldn't be real… Mira had to just be trying to calm her down, right? Maybe licking was a form of affection for Sirens? There was no way she was planning to do the same thing to her that Zoey had done with her mother's charm. It was impossible, she'd never fit anyhow-

She was wrong, so very wrong. She knew that much when her head was suddenly encased in heat, soft whimpers escaping her as she recognized the feeling of a tongue under her chin. Her head was in Mira's mouth. Every instinct in her body told her this was bad, her muscles twitched with the desire to fight back, to run, but there was nowhere for her to go. As Zoey lightly squeezed her fingers their words flooded her thoughts like a tidal wave. They were so desperate for her to trust them… so she bit her lip and swallowed her fear, even when Mira hummed tenderly around her. She was insane, she had to be to put her trust in them, in sirens, in women that every storybook her aunt had read her had taught her to fear. But she was tired of following what other people told her was right or wrong. She wanted to trust them.

Mira readjusts her hold, leaning forward as she swallows thickly, feeling Rumi gasp as her head is tugged down into her throat. She can't help a shiver of pleasure, anticipating the moment she would feel her prey slide down into place, filling her to the brim with warmth. A soft touch of Zoey’s free hand on her lower back was enough to ground her. No, she wouldn't let herself lose control. She was going to protect this woman, even if she was confusing, even if she was a human. It wasn't just Rumi who was putting her faith in her, it was Zoey too. And she could never hurt Zoey.

Mira pulls at Rumi's waist, making her sit up straighter as she leans in more, forcing her slender shoulders past her lips. Her body aches from the effort already, but that wasn't going to be enough to stop her. Zoey came to her aid, coaxing Rumi's body up onto her lap so she could try and lift her up. It was enough to help Mira gulp around her shoulders, but she faltered when her upper chest slid into her. She could feel her heart pounding against her tongue, and it made something inside of her soften as she traced her hands up and down her back, trying to relax her. She could feel Rumi's quivering breath in her throat, she could just barely hear her muffled gasps. She was so very frightened, but she was fighting her nature to hold herself still.

‘Good girl…’ Mira thought in amusement, pressing more of her in as her muscles shifted to accept her. Her gills flitted as she struggled to take in any air, but she managed to get a little at a time. It was a good thing she was a siren, or she'd probably suffocate before she could even get a third of the woman down. But so far it was easier than it had been when she'd done this for Zoey a long time ago. 

It had only happened once, after Zoey had gotten hurt to the point she could barely swim. She'd swallowed her up so quickly and desperately that Zoey had teased her about it for years after, calling her needy and overprotective, even though it was Zoey who would beg her to be inside her when they were sharing a heated moment. But the thought of Zoey so vulnerable spurred her on all the more.

Zoey had to let go of Rumi's hand as Mira neared her waist, Rumi's arms pinned to her sides. Rumi's head had reached Mira's belly by now, and she'd been careful to ensure she sent her to the right place. She wouldn't forgive herself if she messed up so horribly. Rumi was still breathing heavily, but she was surprisingly still. Mira had expected her to squirm, at least a little, but she was holding true to her word. Mira much preferred this, if Rumi had started to thrash inside of her it would've hurt so badly her instincts would've taken over in an attempt to protect herself. So many bad things could've come from that, things she wasn't proud to think about. At the end of the day, she was a siren, after all. She could be dangerous if she was scared.

Zoey lightly taps her cheek, drawing her back once again, smiling weakly. Mira closes her eyes, straining as she pushes Rumi's hips in. She was lucky Rumi was a human, if she'd been a siren too her hips would've been much bigger than Zoey's, but since they were covered in cloth instead of scales it was a lot trickier to get them inside. She wished she could just pull off her pants and explain herself after this was all over, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Zoey's brows furrowed as she lightly touched Rumi's leg, recognizing Mira’s discomfort. Mira worked through it, managing to coax them down. Her legs were easier, but they still dried up her throat, which was far from desirable.

By now Rumi's upper body had reached its final destination, her stomach pressed out to accommodate her. Zoey's hand trailed down to her belly, gently kneading over the small mass, whispering softly to it, trying to comfort Rumi. Mira ignored her as she kept swallowing, feeling fuller and fuller with each gulp. Somewhere a little lower her stomach aches beneath Rumi's weight, and a darker part of her wished the woman were filling it instead. She shudders, tears budding at the corner of her eyes as she shoves her ankles in. No, she would never do that, even if this encounter had gone differently and her intention had been to eat Rumi. She would never force another living creature to go through that. The only living bodies she would allow down her throat were those she wanted to protect, and she wasn't going to let that oath be broken today.

She pressed Rumi's feet down her throat, and there was a strange sense of finality in that final act. She'd done it. She'd taken her. 

Rumi wiggles a little as more of her was pulled into Mira's store, and Mira grunted weakly, resting her hands over her growing stomach, looking down at Zoey with narrowed eyes. It had been a long time since she'd seen herself like this, but at least Rumi was small enough that she was half as full as she would've been if she'd done this with Zoey now.

“You're doing so well…” Zoey urges softly, flashing one of her signature smiles.

“Clothes are horrible…” Mira grimaces, sticking out her tongue, earning a giggle from her girl.

“Yeah, but it almost makes me wish we'd taken a little more…” Her smile is tainted with mirth, and Mira yelps as Rumi's leg shifts in a failed attempt at what Mira assumed was a kick.

Zoey looked worried, before she pinpointed the source of Mira’s outburst. “Oh! Guess she can hear me, oops!”

“Zoey…”

“Shutting up again!” Zoey beams, resting her hands against the weight in Mira's stomach. Rumi was definitely going to make it tricky to swim, but she'd manage. She'd managed with Zoey before, and this time she had her by her side to guide her. Mira's eyes drift shut as she focuses on Rumi. She seemed to be breathing fine, even though she was curled up in such a small space.

“Are you okay?” Mira bites her lip as a soft hand runs over her inner walls. “Okay… I-I'll… take that as a yes.”

“Wow, Rumi! You really are making her blush!” Zoey cooed to her belly.

“Zoey! What happened to shutting up?”

“Alright, alright grumpy. Let's go.” Zoey laughs, moving to the water. 

“And leave that coat.”

Zoey pouts, dropping the jacket and boots she'd snagged when Mira hadn't been looking. “You're no fun.”

“You'll be safer without more to carry. The currents are going to be brutal when that storm hits.” She counters, lightly patting her stomach, shivering as Rumi moves again.

“Alright, we sh-” she's cut off as she hears a splash, looking up to find Zoey gone. “Okay then… our turn, I guess.”

She shifts closer to the edge, hesitating as she glances down one last time.

“Uh… and thanks. For not freaking out. I know this is weird for you, but… yeah. We'll let you go again once the storm has passed. Once you get back to more people, you don't have to like, talk to us again or anything. But you better say it in a nice way to Zoey, alright?” She sighs, faltering. She had half a mind to joke about being mad if she didn't, but that probably wouldn't be very considerate considering Rumi's current position. She decides against it before dropping down after Zoey.

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Wowie XD

I have some better stories in the works, that's why they aren't up yet. Trust.

[i-lavabean]

There will be time to figure out what happened later after you finally rest

[raticalshoez]

Was thinking of my post about dream teams and got really invested in whatever Unrequited Hate has going on

[tazmiilly]

old drawing pre tbob

[plutonious]

hm. going insane over @teethmongerrr's freaking MTTV on Air au. I'm plagued. can someone put me down. they're objectkins.

[laurellala-comics]

A Shakespearean comedy of errors

bonus:

[s2pdoktopus]

Hehe

[fluffydeoxys]

everyone was really nicey on val's introduction so. umm. here's my other guy who I've been working on for about two months now and was mentioned back here

Colonel! Don't tell anyone but... his real name is Rover. (Pictured with his partner, Deputy, in the second image, who belongs to @automatonknight)

A reserved grunt (or is that guy a Half Mag? who can tell...) standing at about 7'5", not much is known about Colonel among the denizens of MERC. Just one odd little thing: that he came from Nexus Core, roughly 30 years ago. An underling of Phobos, some veterans would recount.

In reality, Colonel met Phobos centuries ago, when the two of them were very different. Back then, Nexus was a shared dream, a vision, a desire to see a community fostered in the barren wasteland of Somewhere. Something kind. Something safe.

It failed. All of it, completely and utterly.

Colonel never got true closure over the slow, torturous death of his bond with Phobos and decades of watching a dream die. But now he has a new duty: MERC... and Sheriff.

[ultopias]

what is the ship name for us intl fans 😭💔 is there one. i've been calling them gilzel in my head. can i call them that. please let me know 🤲🤲🤲

[basket-of-radiants]

[crimeronan]

it's sometimes so silly to look in the notes of a polyamory art/post and see people like "is this cheating art....?" when the characters in canon are all extremely close friends. i know it's not malicious because most people think of monogamy as the default and anything outside that Must be cheating, but truly i'm always like. guys. guys Please.

please think about this for like 2 seconds.

under what circumstances do we think this non-canon couple might hold hands directly in front of their canon partners. and under what circumstances do we think the canon partners might be okay with this. do we Truly think this is a secret relationship. do we Truly think these guys would sneak around behind their canon partners' backs when all of them are extremely close friends with a high level of trust and commitment to each other.

would assuming that these extremely close friends have actually communicated with one another Exactly The Same Way They Do In The Canon Source Material perhaps cause less despair.....

[camellcat]

aughh rewatched my favourite ep today and !! vamp willow still sort of confiding in xander even after she realized he wasn't her xander. he asks if she's okay and she straight up tells him no because everything is so horribly wrong and he obviously doesn't know what's going on because he's alive now but he still cares about her, doesn't he? yes. clearly. so maybe they can stick together like she's used to. and then she shuts down the moment someone else walks into their bubble

feeling very normal about this

[dustskullv]

I'm gonna throw in the absolutely hilarious thing i made. i was browsing behind the name dot com like one does. and then i saw that name and Immediately knew i had to draw this. ITS SO FUNNY TO ME . PLEASE.

[dewwshi]

he may be the better swordsman but we all know who wins the wrestling matches

(psst i'm on bluesky now i guess?)

[zethsdumpster]

Everybody mostly ask about acechiji or yonbo, but not much zosan or lawlu. Guess I'll ask: What do you think about zosan and lawlu? What scene in the anime or manga made you ship these characters?

For Zosan and Lulaw... The short of it is that I find those dynamics to be both the most interesting and entertaining of their characters (although Luffy is Luffy with everyone lmao)

With Zosan we've got best friendly rivals, the Wings™, they work together to support and protect the others as well as for each other, they're truly complimentary and although they calsh all the time, they're always in sync when it matters. I started shipping them since the Baratie and Arlong Park arcs.

As for Lulaw, Dressrosa is the Lulaw arc (just like WCI is the lusan arc, I say that as someone who doesn't ship lusan at all lmao). They're the sun and the moon. Law is a tsundere posing as a kuudere, and to some level he is (with most people) but Luffy completely destroys his image, bringing out the true loser that he is, he might drive Law crazy he also inspires him, pulls at him like the Sunlight does to sunflowers, and "If he succeeds then I must watch with my own eyes, and if he dies i have to die with him" <- like, come on. As for Luffy, Law settles him, as much as you can settle the force for nature that is Law, tbh, he brings out and makes shine everything we love about Luffy and more, like how Luffy actually Tries™ to be responsible and follow the plans, but he also is less willing to make certain sacrifices than Law is, and Law also brings out a playful competitiveness and rivalry that he doesn't really have with anyone else, and, I think he would be able to learn a certain gentleness from Law, who, despite yelling a lot, isn't really one to throw punches like the rest of the Strawhats do (which, it's not bad that they do that, I love that they do that, it's funny and, as an extra, I think it enhances Lulaw's dynamic lmao).

Funnily enough, I find them harder to explain than Acechiji or Yonbo, but that might be because I've never really had to, since they're such popular ships.

Also, how obvious is it that Lulaw consumes me more than Zosan lmao although they're both in my top 10 favourite One Piece ships (with Acechiji, Yonbo, Basdeu, Frobin, Thaban, Namivivi, Marizo and Katacora, in no particular order).