#moaw

[moawling]

snail foods (snoods)

[dexos-thoughts]

Do you ever just hyper fixate on something so bad that you just

I made this at 3 am :3

[hana-san]

Moaw 🥰💖💖💖💖💖 bro’s a nuisance but i love him

🌺

Hana herself, also was in her drunken state, chuckled:"Welp, seems like they really know what to prank both of us huh?" She winked. Thanks to alcohol, she became more playfully than usual.

(Hope you have a great day! 🥺)

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Hana | Word count: 1.3k | Warnings: Suggestive

A/N: Dearest Hana! I’m SO HELLA SORRY! It’s a very late Valentine’s day .. so I gave it some extra spice for you! Please forgive me! Have a marvelous day, love

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

“Seven minutes in heaven . .” he snorts "that’s nothing but an evil farce to me.” Law growls and huffs in protest. In addition, your wink only manages to let him avert his gaze, complaining simultaniously: "Stop that." Although the light barely shines through the thin slit of the closet door, a hint of red is to be noted on his cheeks, caused by your straightfoward behavior. Before you can comment on that rather adorable display of your Captain’s abashment, Law grumbles and turns away from you, his hat being pulled over this usually stoic face.

“Oh come on. You’re acting all rough and tough now, even though we all know you have a cru-“ - “Shut it!”, it is then, where your intoxicated mouth is silenced by a hissing remark and a glare that sends shivers down your spine. Steel colored pools threaten to pierce through you, a dark shadow casting half over his face from the brim. The tension between you only grows, however — your perception isn’t exactly reliable, thus your distorted judgment lures you to take it a step further.

Slowly you approach him, your hand reaching out and landing on his upper arm. Upon the sensation of your gentle palm, the man flinches and clicks his tongue: “Hana-ya, you’re drunk . .” - “I’m tipsy, there’s a difference!” Your sassy retort gives Law all the more reason to roll his eyes and keep distance from your advances. Asking you to quit your fooleries and uncalled for touches, his words fall on deaf ears — you continue on being a needy nuisance. From his perspective that is.

“Tipsy or drunk, you’re still under the influence. And that too much for my taste.”, he mutters, swatting away your grabby hands occasionally, with no avail. Like a burr, you stick to his side, pressing yourself against him with a pout that looks almost comical. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, attempting your best to make him give you the attention you oh so longingly crave.

That crave isn’t solely a product of your inebriation, it has been there for as long as you can remember — since the first time you met eachother. And now, where confidence peaks, your elegance lacks, nevertheless you cannot let this opportunity slide.

“Loosen up a bit, Captain.”, is what you hum nonchalantly, your warmth invading Law’s peace of mind. With a snappy tone, he answers in a matter-of-fact: “That’s the point, I can’t when you’re like this. You’re insufferable when you drink.” It hurts, seeing him this distant towards you, yet it doesn’t hinder you from taking action. You’ve had enough of these mind games.

In one suave move, your fingers caress his chin, ruffling his goatee as you turn his head to face him. Shock accentuates Law’s features, his jaw dropped, a sweat drop drifting down his temple and pupils blown widely. All those details mildly illuminated by the cozy warm light from outside the closet. “Hana-ya . . explain yourse- mhf!”, too late, his query is being interrupted abruptly, after you pull him down by the collar to slam your cherry like lips against his. The kiss is sensual and slow, leaving him completely stunned and unable to respond properly to your ministration.

A tad bit awkward, his mouth remains stiff but willing to reciprocate, as he melts under your heat. Your hands rest on his chest, now that his body has turned your direction. There is a hitch of breath you notice under Law’s strong air intake, fueling you with a sense of victory. Gradually, you feel down his stomach, his abdomen. It isn’t particularly clothed with a vest halfway done, exposing his torso how he usually wears it.

Each centimeter your palms cross, earns more shallow, more audible rasps out of him. Then a strong grip around your wrist stops you in your tracks. “Woah woah . . you’re trespassing unorthodox territory here . . Hana-ya.”, Law utters breathlessly, his voice nearly hoarse already. Uncertainty is written in his eyes, telling about his worries regarding you and your connection the both of you share.

In abandon, your pretty doe eyes glimmer and look up at him with nothing but adoration, if not with a tinge of a broken heart. This pleading, close to puppy dog charming gaze sets the surgeon’s chest aflame, upon realizing that this gorgeous little lady before him is in fact infatuated with him. Albeit him being an emotionally lapid and dull man, Trafalgar does indeed have a soft spot for the mellow sentiments. Hence he cups your face and leads you towards him again.

“Oh . . you damn woman, ” he curses under a low growl, before he lures you with a whisper that grazes your lips, “come here.” Another kiss that seals the deal and induces your belly with the fluttering of butterflies, a hum of yearn escaping your throat in response. You find yourself entranced by the way he conveys his attraction to you, his tongue silently asking for permission to relish in your taste.

Alcohol still has quite the hold on you, opting you to remain playful and smiling into the kiss in a ‘dare-you’ manner. Oh no you don’t.

Teeth begin to nibble on your lower lip, forcing you to let out a timid moan. And as if this isn’t enough, one of Law’s large hands finds it’s way down your sides, along your waist — hips and finally, your plush behind. Giving it a squeeze to earn a second, more of a whimpering moan. That’s where you submit to his dominant and possessive nature. Now he is the one smirking in victory, lip locking you just about starvingly.

The air in the closet rises in temperature, the two of you being the cause of it. What was simple kissing before, is now a full on out make out session, as you explore his body. Greed overtakes you, your hands brushing up against his lower abdomen, dangerously close to his slowly but surely growing hard on. Law groans, his arousal throbbing in his spotted and slightly too tight jeans.

"Captain! Hana! Hello? Seven minutes are over!", a voice calls out from outisde the closet, startling the both of you. And to your horror, the door creaks open. "Hakugan, seven minutes aren't over yet.", Law simply states, clearly indicating not to be disturbed and immediately holding the door closed. The masked man on the other side grumbles thoughtfully: "But-" - "You're not questioning your Captain's judgment, are you?"

Footsteps vanish into the distance, leaving you and the doctor alone again without further intrusion.

Out of nowhere, the tall man lifts you off the ground and pins you against the wall, slipping between your legs while his arms hook underneath the crooks of your knees.

"Now . . Hana-ya, I'm starting to believe this prank was to our favor," his pelvis closes in to your core, the hardness giving you the idea of how dearly he reciprocates your feelings "don't you agree?"

A wolfish grin spreads over his lips, sending shivers down your spine and you agree to his haughty question with a subtle nod.

And with this nod, you opened the gates for this eager man before you, his possessiveness showing in a low chuckle.

That night, after that failed attempt of Shachi and Penguin to prank you and Law, Cupid did his job justice. A memory you blush and smile sheepishly to, for Valentine's day marks the day you found your mutual raging flame.

To this day, Law still can't cope with your tipsy flirtiness, but finds it endearing and hilarious nonetheless. And for certain, this was the first and last prank, he'd tolerate. Ever.

[rainbowbarnacle]

If we are mutuals (or even if we're not!), please imagine Beatrix making the "I Have Brought You Something" special meow and placing a little red catnip fish at your feet for Valentine's Day

[gabapple]

I think I forgot to post this drawing I did of Chris and Viktor vibing... @mamodewberry and I used them for our icons for months and months.

[peachyfnaf]

ik yer on mayb still on hiatus from the vids, but the post-death nexus interview :(

never seen people try so desperately to push a specific narrative, felt like such a big 'fuck you' in personal opinion. like the complete flatness and all the self-pity blame and just how hostile 'solar' was??? not to mention the complete sun blame is so contrasting to the sams arc??? i guess they want us to agree w/ moon that sun has no reason to grieve???

i actually liked when nexus called 'solar' eclipse, b/c he was treating nexus so roughly it must have felt like a slight. why do you get to change your name and leave all your associations behind but i cant? imo

not 2 mention how much they switch up how nexus was plotting. he had one motive and then another and then a different one. and they brought up so many diff theories and then just didn't? answer them? or blew them off? just felt weird. bad.

...I ain't just on hiatus no-moaw, I stopped watching the shows entirely since Nex went kablooy hun JDFHSDF

But yeah, friends told me about today, and I do be out here agreeing. Then again the canonicity of the afterlife episodes is all wishy-woshy anyways so. Shrugs.

I do think the "flatness" of how Nexus was acting in the ep is because. He's literally 100% defeated in it. And also bc Nexus is depressed as shit, and people seem to forget that. In another podcast episode, he talked to Eclipse about how he was trying to "die faster". Aka suicidal. Which yk. Nawt gooaurd.

I like the way you think about him calling Solar Eclipse because of that reasoning. That is good and a gut punch. Ourgh

And also me friends were wondering why Solar and Nexus were so hostile to each other- but it does make sense to me after thinking about it. To Solar, that's not his Moon, his Moon is no longer there, and to Nexus, that's not his Solar, his Solar is alive with the family. They are not each other's best friends, they are strangers wearing their best friends names and/or skin.

AAAND lastly Nexus being so aggro towards Sun and all the unanswered questions- I think this is just more of Nexus being broody, emo, and petty lmao. If he really wanted Sun dead the most, he had MULTIPLE TIMES TO KILL HIM when he was alive. If he really hated everyone and never saw anyone as family, he would not have felt bad for what he did to Earth, and he would have never tried to have gotten Solar back in the first place.

Nexus is (shOcKiNGlY) a lying liar who lies, and he's also all bark and no bite. Because he talks a mean game, but then 90% of his actions fall/fell short. He is like a pancake that was left out for too long and is now all cold and soggy. It smells bad and might look bad too but bro it's just a pancake

Does that analogy make sense? Who knows

[skyred-blog]

It's the International Lesbian day and yet we still don't have more Finlay/Malenia fanfics

Give me moaw

[anew-jackson]

moaw

[xiaov3n]

Moaw moaw

[moawling]

pixels froom 2017 hehe

[character-kai]

meow meow meow meow

Mow mow moaw mow

[mackthe3rd]

Ghostbusters ... ft moaw, spam and nic

MY HANDS HURT BUT IDK ARGGGGGG IT TOOOK ME 4 HOURS

[cadoized]

best part about working with cats is i can vocal stim as much as i want by meowing back at them and no one thinks its weird bc like, what youre not gonna hi back? meow meow? kitty say moaw? hello

[sycamorality]

MOAW?

who let the cats in my inpawx

[tomkittycat]

TOM YOUR ONE OF MT BEST FRIENDS

meow mew mrow meow moaw breow reow

hope everything is gonna be ok

AW THANK YOU! <33

meoooooowwwwwww :3

i hope so as well! i care very much about everyone i know on here <3

[artistakai]

Moaw