#zouxie

[byzantine527]

Am I the only one that thinks that Douxie and Zoe were supposed to be a couple, but due to Wizards being really short (only one season) and the Tales of Arcadia being finished with a movie, this did not become a reality? Like if Tales of Arcadia was concluded with a second season of Wizards, we might have seen that relationship.

[theeio]

Platonic Zouxie art I forgot to post

[jae-in-a-trenchcoat]

Happy birthday old man :)

[ashildrofarcadia]

There is absolutely a universe where Douxie and Zoe were temporary supply/substitute teachers at Arcadia Oaks High…

Except it’s AFTER they’ve saved the world with the Arcadia kids.

Zoe: Domzalski is that gum you’re chewing?

Toby: i literally saved your life last week.

Zoe: go to the next classroom. Get out of my sight.

And it’s just Douxie and the kiddos in the next room watching Bohemian Rhapsody. They have a scheme to save them from algebra or whatever dumb shit they’re doing.

[jmeestella]

Parthners in crime!

I was looking for an excuse to draw some Zouxie and this was the perfect opportunity, will we have enough time to draw other couples/teams before the meme dies?

[sweetkever]

[classyglitterstarfish]

zoe: nice ass, sorry about the mental illness

douxie: thank you queen

[eka-paige]

Never forget what they took from us

[theeio]

finger doodle at the store ended up looking a lil zouxie adjacent

[magus95]

X: why do you love Zoe?

Me: Yes.

The reason is that not a reason.

[jae-in-a-trenchcoat]

Sometimes I just need to draw these guys

[ashildrofarcadia]

Zoe: What. What is it.

Jim: …

Douxie: Come on mate just ask, it’s no big deal. We won’t get angry.

Jim: …

Jim: why the fuck is your band called ‘Ash dispersal pattern’—

[sopafa]

Zoe likes to show her new haircut.

And I like to practice messy painting with no lineart but sketch.

[valentimmy]

didnt post the zouxie batman au here and i think that’s a crime so

[nikefromtheheartofeurope]

OK, I know I said I would not post anything, but....

They are just so cute 💕

So here, have some redrawings of Teny's art I did this week.

Have a nice day!💕

[megan0013]

hotel arcadia au (douxie and zoe, 2/9)

WARNINGS: death, murder, gun violence

———

1930’s:

it’s just money.

they never hurt anyone. not like all those other outlaws who kidnap and maim and murder for fun or clout or because something goes wrong. no. they’re organized, precise. they get in and get out. hell, most people don’t even know they were privy to a robbery until they see it in the headlines the next day.

it’s just money.

they don’t take chances, either. if there’s even the slightest doubt in the plan, they scrap it and move on. no use dying for a little thrill.

except that’s what’s happening right now, isn’t it? they messed up somewhere and the local sherif got tipped off somehow, and now douxie’s bleeding out all over the leather interior of his prized v8 and zoe’s frantically trying to put pressure on the bullet hole in his chest without running the car off the road.

the hotel comes into view and she slams on the gas, desperate to put more distance between her and the officers on their tail. if she can get them to their room, she can barricade them in and negotiate some sort of deal.

yes. yes, that’s all there is to it.

they never hurt anyone.

there’s no porte-cochère at the entrance, just a magnificent marble staircase that offers very little in the way of cover. it doesn’t matter. zoe brings the car to a skidding stop right at the base and somehow manages to pull her partner out of it before the first siren can even be heard wailing on the drive.

zoe supports douxie’s weight the best she can as she hauls him up the steps, and she’s starting to think she can pull this off when something small and angular and an unnaturally pale shade of blue darts across her path.

she goes down with a cry and douxie, well, he goes with her.

he never gets back up.

zoe sobs against his still chest, begging him not to leave her even as the light in his hazel eyes – once, so bright and full of life – fades away forever.

she doesn’t want to let go of him. not now, not ever. but he wouldn’t want her to give up, would he? no. no, he’d want her to keep going. to run. to live. so, she does. she lurches to her feet and stumbles her way up to the top of the staircase, reaches out…

the first bullet catches her in the right shoulder, the second her left hip.

pain erupts across her back as she falls through the door into the grand foyer. but she keeps going, clawing her way forward as blood stains the tiled floor crimson.

she makes it halfway to the elevator before giving in.

no use dying for a little thrill.

———

(jim and barbara, 1/9, here)