#still angry tho

[veroinfaciem]

After the talk Law feels mentally exhausted. Content that little Cora-san isn't contemplating the possibility of them throwing him out anymore, seas, where did that come from- but his head is heavier than before and that third cup of coffee is sloshing unpleasantly in his otherwise empty stomach.

He wishes for nothing more than a peaceful, quiet nook to hide in, or the vast expanses of some unknown island to stretch his legs on and wander through. None of which is available to him now.

Law enters the upper deck and feels it - a faint trace of uncoated malice biting through air like tiny mosquitoes.

Doflamingo is glaring at him from a few meters afar, the dark pane of his glasses can't conceal that, frustration and displeasure spilled all over his childish face.

Where’s Penguin and Shachi? They were supposed to watch over him during Law’s absence, yet the kid’s clearly wandering here alone, unsupervised. A flick of red flashes at his periphery, a distinctive orca hat hiding somewhere behind the mast not a moment after. Someone hasn’t been on a latrine duty in quite a while it seems, Law will have words with them later and they won’t be nice. 

Doflamingo stomps his foot, a demand for attention loud and clear.

Law has half a mind to shamble him overboard and be done with this once and for all. But Doffy's ten now, Cora is eight, both of their faces are sunken with months worth of hunger bordering on starvation and Law has to start drinking something stronger than coffee to get a grip, doesn't he? 

He doesn't shamble the little runt. Not yet anyway.

He glares down instead, meeting the vicious eyes with a stare of his own.

“Rosi was scared. You can't make my brother scared. No one can.” Pang of guilt flashes through Law's chest. He isn't wrong, in that they can both agree, but he doesn't need a lecture from Doflamingo. “You should die,” the child continues, teeth bared with visibly stewing anger. 

And you should die a thousand times over.

He should.

He murdered Cora-san.

(Except, he didn't. Not here anyway, not yet. A bitter kind of miracle that's gradually making Law positively, overwhelmingly insane.)

“If I die, you’d die too,” Law states flatly, deciding to let the kid’s poor excuse of a threat slide, “and there’d be no one left to protect you.” Which is true enough. Without the Hearts in the picture and Trebol's sticky, slimy, paternalistic hands hovering over Doffy like a swarm of flies, the brothers are almost as good as dead. Law saw first-hand how the world treats some of its children - gunshots and flames were an unforgiving teacher, after all. Not that he’s planning on dying any soon. There'd have to be an enormous kind of catastrophe for Law to kick the bucket and it's more than implausible for Doffy to kill him himself. Law's has no doubts the annoying squirt will try anyway though.

“We’ll make it, eh! We did so far. We don’t need you.” 

“You don’t?”

“We’ll make it.”

“Will you?”

Doffy fumbles with an answer, mouth opening and closing, but past the grunts and twitching lips, he finds nothing. Which makes the little devil even more angry than before.

“I hate you,” he seethes with all the vile, twisted mind behind it.

And ah, the venom dripping from these words. Such a tiny, harmless thing Doflamingo has shrunk into, and yet, he contains so much hatred still. The swaths of it lap in waves, almost palpable in the crisp northern air. Law knows, remembers how it feels like to a frighteningly close degree. He was almost the same back at the time. (Almost. No longer. Because, apparently, one person can make a significant difference in somebody’s life, can they not?) Same age. Same mould of frustration and hatred. A byproduct of a broken government, broken world they all live in. (And yet, Cora-san believed Law was worthy of love.)

“No one's dying here, as far as I'm concerned. You want to help yourself? Your brother? I have a job for you.” Better redirect that anger into something else. Something productive, Law has a few creative ideas, but settles on the one with the most chances of success. He needs to talk to Jean Bart first, though.

DQ Brothers

Time travel swapped AU

TW: brief description of dissociation 

Two weeks and fifty miles away, on the quiet, insignificant shore of the Cubic Island Cora-san worked up the courage and asked him – no, not Cora-san, Rosinante, it's little Rosi now – asked him what is this symbol they're wearing. The ‘pretty smile' as he called it, with that high-pitched, childish voice so different from the low and raspy sound coming from the throat full of cigarette smoke. A tiny finger pointed out to his chest, where the tattoos curled in swirls around the small circle with three dots and lines he'd designed and got inked so long ago, ‘It's here too, is it something special?’ and Law…

…Law refills the third cup of coffee and takes a bitter sip. Face twists into a grimace, he adds sugar then, two shallow spoons, because he somehow forgot about them with the little Cora-sa- Rosi's words bouncing in his head and causing ruckus. 

How can he answer? 

Because of you. It's you, it's you-

He cannot say that. 

He can't-

The next sip is sweet and burning his tongue and Rosinante is looking at him from behind a thick, circular window of the messroom’s double door. He's standing on tiptoes, Law notices, has to, he's too small, too tiny to reach the glass otherwise (Corazón was three meters tall and he dwarfed Law with his shadow alone, hide him inside the mess of black feathers completely, whispers about the cure falling relentlessly from the smiling lips). Rosi ducks his head right back when their glances cross. 

Law is making Cora-san nervous. 

Law bites his tongue and strangles the urge to hiss out profanities. Vicious and creative curses directed, mostly, at himself.

Because he didn't answer then, when the seemingly innocent question was asked, just blinked back the memories of snow and I love you, Law and swallowed the hammering heartbeat down the suddenly constricting throat. ‘Later,’ he was able to choke out, which he attributed to the congenital willpower honed painfully through all these years, ‘I'll tell you later,’ before he turned around and just… left.

The walk after that was kind of a blur full of mirages swapping between the guttural past and impossible present, until he found himself standing in the middle of a clearance. A town square, his mind supplemented, we're up North, Gereteth port, Cubic Island. He traced the path of the sunbeams sliding along the mismatched cobblestones, until he vaguely remembered how he got there and… and why he left the sub in the first place. To clear his head after… after. Judging by the sun and the ancient looking horologe hanging down from the clock tower, he lost approximately forty to fifty minutes. An hour, and a half, maybe. And based on the apprehensive glances thrown his way, most of that time Law spent staring, unseeing, at the local marketplace. Wonderful. He reluctantly opted to come back, before any guard he spotted glaring at him from here and there unwisely decided to be brave enough to question Law's behaviour with force, rather than words. He didn't want to make a mess from such a cozy little town and bring unnecessary attention to his crew and the newly acquired charges. 

He went back, steps gaining weight with every meter closer to the yellow sheathing glinting in the sun. 

Ignoring a couple of questioning looks from his semi-concerned bunch of idiots, he went down to the messroom, blissfully empty, and brewed himself a cup of coffee. 

And another one. 

And another.

And then Cor- Rosi-san came. 

And Law, nowhere near ready even after all this time, doesn't know what to do.

He has to sort out this tangled mess before it can grow to unnecessarily ridiculous proportions. He's a fucking pirate with a bounty worth millions of belli, Surgeon of Death who ripped out more hearts than he can count, he can't break because of one silly question-

Law can hear Rosinante's boots shuffling behind the door, tiny hands undoubtedly entwined into a nervous knot.

He doesn't have to imagine Penguin's pointed glance and Bepo's beady eyes going all watery to feel guilty for the impromptu escape his mind decided to perform today.

This is stupid. 

His chest tightens, something dark coiling inside, sounding almost like a chuckle festooned with pink feathers and thunderclap of gunshots.

I love you, Law.

Leave him alone.

He's free. He's free.

Law sets down the half-finished mug on the counter, comes to the door and cracks them open.

[undinoble]

Me: *angrily creates original characters meant for each other as a rebellious act bc my fav game characters keep being paired with others more often than with each other*

Also me: *starts pairing my meant to be characters with my other characters to build plot and obsesses over the new ships*

[fablefulart]

“Leopard’s New Skin”

The first image was actually the second version that grew on me.

[nouverx]

It's funny how my Alastor art is like

"Baby boy baby!!"

".... Evil"

[maiko-coy]

I don't see any angry, vengeful Dogday in the ppt community so I'll provide for myself beCAUSE IM STARVING FOR THIS, HE DESERVES TO BE ANGRY-- ahem. Anyway, heres an AU where after there is still fire in Dogdays eyes and him being saved fueled the fire and now he wants to keep fighting.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[kogarashi-art]

I continue to be baffled by the occasional posts I see from people ranting about things like "how can you even think to adapt Sonic Adventure 2 without Rouge or Amy?" and "I hope they do justice to [any number of things from SA2] when they adapt it!" and all I can think is...why do you think it's going to be an adaptation of SA2? Just because Shadow is in it?

The first movie was not an adaptation of the original Sonic the Hedgehog. The second movie was not an adaptation of Sonic 2 or Sonic 3 & Knuckles. The Knuckles miniseries was not an adaptation of Sonic & Knuckles.

The third movie is going to be its own thing that draws on the games for inspiration. That's it.

Just...where is this coming from?

[extraterrestrial-artist]

why's he always making this face everytime i look at images of him

[cannibaleather]

BITE THE THROAT THAT CALLS YOU A 'GOOD GIRL' YOU'RE NOT JUST A MAN YOU'RE A DOG BARK FOR ME DOG, SHOW ME YOUR TEETH

[emry-stars-art]

Jellyfish, specifically JellyNeil has no concept of gender nor does it remotely care about its gender until a very specific series of events

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

[fairsweetlonging]

i'm so weak for original luo binghe/shen yuan where he succeeds in stealing bingmei's shizun to have for himself.

maybe they cross over in the dream realm (like in the punishment protocol), and he sees this other version of shen qingqiu, standing beside the koi pond of qing jing peak, looking calm and healthy and alive, and different, just slightly different. and when this shen qingqiu looks up and sees binghe, he doesn't sneer and attack like in nightmares, nor does he try to run like in the punishment dreams—he smiles. he smiles at binghe, and calls his name. he looks... happy, to see him.

confused, yet intrigued, bingge indulges a little by humoring this weird dream version of his old shizun, meeting him by the pond, and while it's the same face it's not the sharpness of an ice cold beauty, it's warm and soft and tender, even more so when shen qingqiu plucks a peach blossom from the tree and tucks it in binghe's hair, when he leans over and presses the pretty curve of his mouth against binghe's cheek, when he calls him "binghe" instead of "beast".

at first bingge thinks this must be a dream; he's a mere spectator, saying little to nothing at all, watching quietly as shen qingqiu chatters about some beast that liu qingge brought him (bingge was a bit surprised to hear that name, he died so long ago), sitting down with him, not moving when shen qingqiu leans against his side.

then shen qingqiu disappears, and bingge is alone again. he isn't sad, or even angry, he's just confused. he usually has full control over his dream realms, what just happened? but then again, he usually enjoys tormenting shen qingqiu, so he hadn't interrupted the man before, and after he realized it was different, he never bothered changing it. this might be just a fluke?

it happens again. shen qingqiu is a little more quiet, this time, a little tired. they sit together at the pond's edge again, shen qingqiu leaning against him, and this time bingge takes him into his arms, just to see what happens. shen qingqiu reacts positively, snuggling closer, but he shouldn't. this has never been something bingge wanted, nothing he ever even thought about, it makes no sense.

then somewhere somehow he realizes that through xin mo he's transporting a different shizun from a different world to his dream realm, and when he realizes that somewhere out there there is a shizun that smiles and laughs and cares for him, loves him.... he wants it.

so he does what he always does when he sees something he wants: he takes it.

next time they're together in the dream realm, he's prepared. he silently hooks his claws into shen qingqiu's (ridiculously unprotected) consciousness, using xin mo's power to track him down and create a rift. he lands in a cosy little bedroom, with a large bed and trinkets on the shelves and a ton of books. shen qingqiu is still asleep, curled around a large pillow but alone. whoever he thinks bingge is in his dreams isn't here. and well, if they're not here to protect him, clearly they don't care enough to keep him (bingge would never leave him out in the open like this, his sweet, naive, stupid shizun, laid out like a treat for anyone to snatch up). he makes sure shen qingqiu is deep asleep before he lifts him up and takes him back, closing the rift behind him.

[lunarharp]

scribbly scrappoes -_-

[bifairywife]

inside out 2 if it was filmed in my head:

[aybaybader]

on the other hand, this is actually the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[vampyreambrosia]

What the movie Conclave (2024) did to my life continues to amaze me everyday. It has changed me in ways I can't yet account for. It touched on things that were already on my mind in such a gentle way that they became impossible to ignore. And it helped those thoughts not to hurt me anymore. I'm forever grateful to this movie. It doesn't matter whether I stop enjoying it as a movie watching experience, it'll still be important to me.

Basically: Conclave is helping me heal my religious trauma???