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goofy little sketch of one (1) mr fredrick herman jones of scoobert doo fame, everyone....... i love him...hes so silly. )':

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Discovering Their Love Language

Summary — Preferences for the Straw Hats from One Piece!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff because the Straw Hats make my heart race!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 596. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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monkey d. luffy

luffy is all touch. his hands are big and warm as he presses you into his side. with one on his hip, the other slips beneath your shirt and runs over your lower back. it’s subconscious, the way it splays over your skin, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. he doesn’t even notice the small smile on your face since he’s too busy talking to zoro and sanji. he’s especially soft when it’s late at night. he comes into his room to find you already half-sleep, tangled up in his sheets. he crawls in next you and finds himself tucking his dark curls beneath your chin. he traces your collarbone, muttering sweet nothings and occasionally tilting his head in order to plant open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck. he nuzzles into you, sighing softly at the feeling of your warm skin against his. he can’t help wanting to be as close to you as possible.

nami

she wants nothing more than words of affirmation. after a life of being held captive by arlong’s crew without an ounce of love, she needs lots of reassurance that you care for her. she especially loves it when you wrap your arms around her from behind as the two of you overlook the bobbing waves. swaying from side to side, you mutter an endless stream of compliments, adorations, and praises. nami tightly grips your hands, which are resting upon her stomach, and closes her eyes in response, content to listen to your voice forever.

roronoa zoro

zoro is incredibly reserved, so he’s all about acts of service. he’ll bring you a plate when it’s time for dinner or make sure your laundry is folded and tucked away before you can worry about it. if it’s your turn to keep watch, he’ll take your place, forcing you to get a good night’s sleep instead. he thinks of nothing of it. each of these little tasks, along with the others he’s constantly doing for you, have merely become another part of his routine. if you decide to be with zoro for the long haul, expect to be taken care of.

usopp

he loves quality time. while the others are busy gathering supplies during a quick stop at a nearby harbor, you and usopp have a tendency to slip away. you’ll spend the day together, exploring every part of the new island. the two of you only return to the ship once night has fallen, narrowly avoiding a proper scolding from nami and zoro for always disappearing. usopp’s favorite moments with you, however, always happen the quiet privacy of your shared room. away from prying eyes, you’re both tucked beneath a blanket, sharing secrets and muffled laughs as you reminisce about your adventures.

vinsmoke sanji

sanji’s prides himself on being a giver. he may be a total flirt, but he’s truly a soft-hearted fool for you deep down. if you’re in a relationship with sanji, prepare to be spoiled. if you see a piece of clothing you like, it’s in your room later that night. he’s constantly bringing you the native flowers of whatever island the crew decided to visit. and don’t even get him started when it comes to your birthday! his favorite thing to give you, however, is food, being the talented chef that he is. after a while, you may gain a bit of weight from all the delicious meals he provides and there’s no hiding the smile that grows on his face whenever you tell him. after all, how could he not be happy about that? he has more of you to love!

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SIDOOOOOOOOON!!! i hope u like him, i literally cant believe i painted this HAHSAHSB enjoy your meal guys!!!

plus this sidon i didnt paint but i like his dumb face

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Merlin: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Arthur: Not all problems can be solved with magic

Merlin: ...

Arthur: I will stick to what I said

Merlin: ...

Arthur: Okok but you can do this *proceeds to do sword tricks* and I could do it with two!

[smilesrobotlover]

Giving a Goron a secret stone is dangerous

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Messy sketch from @apricity-writes "Twisted Threads" featuring Kotallo having the Best Day meeting a falcon

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cw: nsfw [minors dni]; afab!reader [no pronouns mentioned] wc: 1.1k

Zoro had never really paid much attention to the way strangers looked at him, never gave much thought to how townspeople would gasp and giggle and make furtive comments to each other as he passed by. On the rare occasion he paid them any mind, as he walked through vendor stalls of some island village, waiting for the rest of the crew to finish their shopping, he assumed it was the swords and the sullen demeanor that caught their attention—surely a man carrying three blades with a veneer of seriousness painted on his face would be enough to turn a few heads. It never really occurred to Zoro that the titillated whispers and sideways glances would have anything to do with the way his biceps twitched when he’d place a hand protectively on his sword’s hilt, or how his t-shirt hugged the muscled plane of his back in just the right way.

It never really occurred to him, at least, until he found himself a little perplexed by the way you ogled him while he lifted weights on the deck one afternoon. The midday sun beat down on him, perspiration dripping down his temples, his sweat-soaked shirt clinging desperately to every hill and valley of sinew across his body. He glanced up now and again to where you sat on the other side of the deck, tucked into a corner, knees pulled to your chest and a book held tightly in your hands. He kept catching your gaze as you observed him, your glance quickly flitting back down to your book or some spot just to one side of him or the other. He let his focus shift a little from his training to watch you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you stiffened with every bicep curl, cleared your throat exaggeratedly as he turned his back to you to do squats, started to fidget as he lifted the hem of his shirt to his forehead to wipe it down, exposing the rivulets of sweat that trickled down the ripples of his abs. He panted a confused “huh” as he saw you finally scurry away, slinking up the stairs towards your quarters.

It didn’t take long for something to stir within Zoro, for an inescapable tingle to grow at the base of his spine every time he made you squirm at the sight of his powerful, muscular frame. He found himself brazenly pursuing your attention, going out of his way to flex his forearm when handing you a basket of rolls at dinner, or popping his chest muscles absentmindedly as you handed him his basket of laundry, or stretching just perfectly so that his shirt would pull up at the bottom, exposing the sinewy contours of his stomach, the mesmerizing v-shape carved into his lower abdomen that led your gaze to where you knew it shouldn’t go on full display. You were maddeningly adorable, he thought, when you pressed your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as you watched him from a distance, trying less and less often to hide your lustful gazes. Zoro was ravenous for your objectification—so what that you were silently drooling over him like he was nothing but a brawny hunk of meat, reducing him to just his strong shoulders and the hard slab of his belly and his powerful legs? He couldn’t remember ever feeling so desired, so blatantly and obviously thirsted after, and it gave him a high that was better than anything he’d ever felt before.

Zoro’s head was hazy with addiction as he set about pulling off his grandest scheme: coercing you into some clothing store on the next island, telling you that yours was the only opinion he could possibly trust when it came to fashion. His cock twitched with anticipation as he tried on shirts that all were mysteriously a size or two too small for him; he could barely suppress the depravity in his grin as he watched you melt into the floor at the sight, nodding and smiling nervously as you averted your gaze from how the fabric strained as it stretched over the solid wall of muscle that was his chest. You were just too fucking cute, Zoro mused as he stepped back behind the curtain, the outline of his cock now visible in his pants. You were too damned adorable, the way your eyes widened at the sight of him, and he started to wonder just how easy it would be to fuck the shyness out of you. It took everything in him not to grab you by the wrist and drag you into that cramped fitting room with him, just to see if you were still as bashful and sweet when he pulled you onto his lap and stuffed his aching cock in you. He’d spread your legs over his steel-cabled thighs that you loved so much, holding your head up nice and high with his hand gently wrapped around your throat, pressing up into your jaw, so you’d have to watch yourself get fucked in the mirror, watch him fuck up into your shamelessly drenched cunt. Instead, he quietly gave himself a few quick strokes before steadying himself and trying to contain his overflowing lust; he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet, not when he enjoyed the tease, enjoyed watching you get heated and seeing the impatient longing written in your irresistibly guilty smile.

You’d both get what you yearned for eventually, he mused as he guided you out of the store, insisting with a wry smile that you wrap your arm around his lean waist so you’d stick together and neither of you would get lost; after all, his desire could only be contained for so long, and he feared that your poor heart might implode if he teased you much more. You’d both get what you needed, he thought, fantasizing about how you’d look pinned underneath him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands drifting over his bronzed skin—your fingers tracing along the veins in his arms, nails digging into the sinew of his shoulders, hands groping at his chest as you clenched around his hardness, grasping at him as he stretched you deliciously. He wondered if you’d be so shy when you couldn’t escape him, when he was all there was, when his thick cock throbbed deep in your needy cunt, or if you’d finally let go and unabashedly worship at the altar of his body. Zoro assured himself that he would find out soon enough just how fucking incredible you felt as he utterly ruined you, but for today, he wanted nothing more than to bask in your adoration of his impressive form, and chase after that indulgent high just a little longer.

[sanjisboyfie]

me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader some moreeee

-> i'm actually sanji's #1 lover, especially after re-reading wci i'm so deeply EMPATHETIC WITH THIS MAN and i fear his content will consume my entire blog.

warning : sanji is really insecure and has rlly low self esteem sorry

sanji probably gets jealous very easily. like...concerningly very easily and each time he feels himself getting jealous it's literally borderline insane. it practically drives him to insanity.

oh my god this + his history with how fliratious he was with others, it drives him up a wall. he realizes quickly that his past actions on how he treated others before he got into a LOYAL relationship with you haunts him to this day.

everytime he sees you interact with anyone, man or women (for some reason, his jealousy is driven up even higher when it's a woman, though), he feels like he wants to take you into his arms and stake a very obvious claim on you as his and him as yours. it's a seemingly very childish thing, but to him, it's the most serious situation in the world. he doesn't want you looking at other women, he doesn't want you looking at other men - he wants to feel like he is enough for you and the best way you can do that is by giving all your attention to him.

and his jealousy only grows the more and more your attention isn't on him.

then the envy starts bleeding into guilt and overthinking. because to him: you're his one and only, there's never going to be anyone else after you - and if there was anyone else before you, well, they're nothing in his mind anymore. you are his entire being. it's like you're the sun and he's every other planet - his life and worth all revolve around you. all of his thoughts, from the moment he wakes up to when he sleeps, are just you. you're his everything.

when he starts seeing you talk to anyone else but him, it makes him overthink all of his past actions that led him up to this point. are you finally going to leave him? did you find someone better? is his past as a womanizer going to make you realize you don't want to be with him anymore?

then he goes through a phase where he dotes on you especially hard. he repeatedly tells you every single second of every single day, he loves no one but you and that he loves you with his entire being. it's concerning, to hear him so devotedly speak about his love for you as if he is going to disappear the next second. but he's only speaking like this because he thinks that ^ is going to happen, but it being you instead of him that disappears.

he fears that everyday he wakes up, you're not going to be beside him. you'd wake up in the middle of the night and realize you deserve better (because you do, in his mind, you deserve much better than him) and you're gonna leave him and the crew. and there's going to be no way they can find you because they are drifting on the ocean and just like that, you're going to be gone forever.

so yes, sanji does have a jealousy problem, but it's so much more than that. it stems deep, deep, deep down to his own self-esteem and his guilt on his past behavior. please be nice to him or his mental might completely crumble at the thought of you thinking he's just some sort of womanizer and lovesick fool.

he just needs constant reassurance and convincing that you're going to stay with him and a lot of affection and he might, maybe, maybe, just be okay. he just really needs you to be there for him.

[tampire]

Good Omens / King of Fighters XV

[starry-bi-sky]

Hello!! Question about clone^2, what are the styles of Danny and Damian? Like day to day stuff for example. Does Danny buy Damian the traditional 8 yr old clothes (dinosaurs with sunglasses tees, stuff like that) or does Damian already have a style he likes? And Danny! I know that Sam gives Danny various punk hairstyles and that he prefers gender neutral stuff but outside of that what would Danny wear in general?

You don’t have to answer of course, but I’ll give you a thank you in advance!

- kindest regards, Gas Can

I LOVE GETTING ASKS NO WORRIES MY GUY. AS MY FAVORITE SAYING GOES 'THE QUICKEST WAY TO STARRY'S HEART IS THROUGH HER ASK BOX'.

And I love this question, this is a good one!! If damian's 8 then he's been around the fenton house for about a year or so. I can't see baby dames ever willingly wearing traditional child-like clothes, at least not in the beginning when he first arrives at the Fenton house. Which he'd be around 6-7.

Danny tells him (with the help of google translate) that he's going shopping to buy him new clothes sometime during Damian's early stay since the little man had been wearing the same clothes he arrived in for a while (which you can find here with the reblog of the colored version) and honestly he probably asks damian if he wants to come along to pick something out. he doesn't know the kid's style and it might be a bad idea because damian might make a run for it, but danny's caught him before at this point.

(plus he'll need help carrying bags - his hands are freshly injured and still smarting. they're not as bad as they will be in the future, but hand injuries hurt. consider it repayment for being the cause of it, damian)

And early Damian would choose clothes that remind him most of the league - so dark colors, more formal styles, think like how you'd imagine his original template to dress like, if you will. Danny is side-eyeing him in judgy bewilderment, but says nothing other than to complain about the price tag. Of which Damian has no idea what he's saying. He'd stick with those clothes until he has his little moment with Danny in the OPS Center where he finally tells him he's a clone (even though Danny already knows) and that he doesn't want to go back. After that he'd reluctantly and steadily start branching out.

So eight year old Damian, whose begun to chill out more and act more like a child his age would? I don't think he'd ever wear graphic t-shirts about kids shows, but I can see him wearing graphic tees of like, animal facts on it, animals, stars, etc etc, and then plain shirts in a variety of increasing color. I have this mental image that Danny buys Damian one of those joke shirts that says "bro I'm 8" / "this is what an awesome eight year old looks like" (with two thumbs pointing at itself) and Damian wears it to school a week later. Damian's variety of shirts increases the more comfortable he gets and the more he comes into his own identity.

Damian also, steadily, keeps stealing Danny's flannels even if they're almost comically large on him. They're comfy and he's embracing his role as baby brother (and also he really looks up to him because he understands, to an extent, of what danny's done for him). Danny and the Fentons start buying Damian his own after a while because, well, he can't keep taking Danny's.

And Danny! I'm so glad you mentioned Danny, my favorite GNC boy. I keep forgetting myself sometimes that I gave him long hair, even if it is my favorite thing about him. And honestly? Danny doesn't really do much with his hair if Sam isn't styling it. He usually lets it stay down on his head, and then pulls it back into a ponytail or a half-ponytail at school depending on what he's doing (gym vs a test).

He keeps it in a ponytail as phantom to keep it out of his face, and then when he's working on a Ghost Case he sometimes has it up in a (messy™) bun because the feeling of having his hair on his neck when its in a ponytail drives him nuts, especially when sleep deprived. Sam teaches him how to braid it back into a simple braid and its become a new fidget for him to braid his hair and then unbraid it. It's easier to keep off his face than a ponytail, so he sometimes braids it back when he's sneaking out as phantom. It happens more often once he gets skilled at it.

And danny's style! I know you probably only meant his hairstyle, but I also wanna talk about his aesthetic! He doesn't really put much into his appearance. Very teenager-y boy 'threw on the first thing i saw on a hanger/floor' type, but he kinda has a bit more of a casual, soft grungy-like look as an older teen. Just some hints of Sam's influence - and you know what, some of Tucker's as well because that's his best friend too.

(Off topic but 19yo Danny from my Childhood Friends Dead On Main au has a similar style that's a bit soft punk as well, and that is somewhat more intentional on CFAU Danny's part. Why make an au if I can't play dress up with my favorite character? :))

Mostly because I read a Spider-Man x DP fic that described Danny (from an outsider's pov) as looking kinda like a skater boy who listens to alt rock music and it's been my personal interpretation of him ever since. So he has band tees, flannels, graphic tees with jokes on them, shirts with astronomy facts on them, and idk if he'd ever buy ripped jeans but Sam has certainly bought him some and they fit so *shrugs* he wears them. And he has one or two of those denim jackets with the hoodie sewn inside it. And from Tucker he has a few turtlenecks because Tucker reads as a turtleneck-kinda guy, geek chic-ish.

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[cinnabons-treasure-trove]

Merlin: [drunk lil bitch] Whoooooever puuuullssss thissss swordy out of thee, uh, out of thee fucking sssstone will claims the ssword aaaannnd rights tooooo my arrrsssse! [wink]

King Arthur: [outraged and protective] Oh no you don't! Get over here you troublesome minx!

Merlin: [trips] Nooooo—umph!

Arthur easily throws Merlin over his shoulder and glares menacingly at the crowd of nobles, knights, some princes too who were lining up to pull the magical sword(and win Merlin)

King Arthur: [in his kingly voice] He. Is. Mine. [patting Merlin's butt] This! Is. Mine!

Gwaine hollering from the crowd: Woohoooo!

Leon, who is also in the crowd: [face-palm] I should've stayed asleep.

[foundgirlpigeon]

Something something about ramona dating fruity people

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the monkey chain.. the monkey's Fist...

the monkey

[izzy140105]

Me when I found out that dumb and dumber never wanted or intended for Jon to kill the Night King despite all the build up for it: