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laidenbreecatchall · 20 hours
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new law hc hear me out
so it's been sorta shown that he has a more artistic mind than he'd probably want to admit and i wouldn't be surprised if he would like to create his own medical illustrations from personal observation. i just think it would make sense and he'd like being able to put down just what details he wants to put down
so like. imagine he comes up to you and asks if he can pop ur heart or lungs or smth out of ur body to draw them,,, i think he would be very cute asking cuz he'd know its a weird thing to ask but if you say yes then he'd be so excited and maybe if ur also an artist you'd like to draw your organs with him and now it's a little date. drawing organs.
maybe he'll even like. pop his heart out and put it next to yours i think itd be cute. maybe i'll make a mini comic for this. maybe
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laidenbreecatchall · 20 hours
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Been playing a lot of stardew valley recently and wanted to draw Sebastian 😤
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laidenbreecatchall · 22 hours
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He’s my husband in my current play through and ksdjsds I’m honestly madly in love with him
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sad little clown
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I want to follow him around like a cat and run in front of his feet and trip him
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pierrot corazon
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Thinking of a Corazon x reader where Cora gets 1000x more clumsy around the reader which ensues in very wacky hijinks and unexpected close contact. Often times when he falls almost directly on the reader he just gets up and leaves leaving the reader like 🤨??? Lots of one-sided pining of Rosi and a very dense reader who is also just as smitten but much more subtle.
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That also means someone had to make the hat.
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was talking to a friend about the transponder snails from one piece and i couldnt get the image of Law putting a tiny hat on it's head
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Theres no way it just came like that. He made the conscious decision to give it a matching hat. At least thats what I'm choosing to think
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Matching father-son coats? You wanna see me cry?
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They share their secret cute photos of Law.
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laidenbreecatchall · 2 days
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Heart Sleeves
❤︎ rosinante (corazon) x reader ❤︎
𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄
(written with fem reader in mind, but no pronouns mentioned)
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cw: fluff, established relationship, kissing, size-difference.
summary: you wake up to cora baking in silence.
word count: ~900
author's note: i don't know why, but cora strikes me as a baker, hehe. and so, this cute lil scenario was born. been going thru it so i needed something sweet. :')
tagging: @fanaticsnail @bby-deerling @shamblespirate @maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary
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Heart Sleeves
Cora rolls up his sleeves before pressing his hands into the floury dough on the countertop. His movements are deliberate as he shapes the batter into spheres and places them inches apart on a baking tray. His focus is evident in his furrowed brow and the quiet hum of concentration that fills the kitchen. 
You walk in, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, the early morning light casting a soft glow around you. Your eyes are bleary, but the image of Cora working draws you in. He's absorbed in his task, his hands moving with calm precision as he shapes the dough on the countertop. You pause, too tired to speak, just smiling as you watch him work. He hasn't noticed you yet, so you simply lean against the doorframe, enjoying the peaceful moment and the soothing aroma of baking bread. 
And then, it dawns on you--the room is completely silent. Cora, being the kind-hearted man you know him to be, must’ve muted the noise with a thoughtful mutter of silence, as to not disturb your much-needed slumber.
You linger in the doorway, enveloped in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The scent of fresh dough mingles with the gentle warmth of the morning, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Cora continues his work, his big hands moving fluidly over the dough.
As you watch, your smile deepens. The love and care he puts into every touch are clear to you, a silent testimony to his thoughtfulness. 
The calm of the room lulls you further into a state of peace, and you let your eyes close for a moment, savoring the serenity that surrounds you. But soon, the comforting rhythm of Cora’s work stirs a desire within you to be closer.
With a gentle push off the doorframe, you walk silently toward him. As you approach, you gently wrap your arms around his waist from behind, resting your cheek against his back. He finally notices your presence and looks down at you with a soft smile. His focus shifts to a touch of warmth and tenderness as he pauses his work, brushing a floured hand up and down your intertwined arms.
He tilts his head slightly, his voice gentle as he murmurs a pensive, "Did I wake you?" His concern is evident, even in his quiet tone.
You respond with a soft shake of your head, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "No, not at all," you say, your voice a quiet murmur. "I was drawn in by the smell of what you're making.”
You hold him a little tighter, relishing the warmth of his touch and the comforting rhythm of his work. "I just wanted to watch you for a moment," you add.
Cora chuckles softly, his floured hands leaving gentle imprints on your arms as he turns to face you. With a smooth motion, he lifts you up effortlessly and places you on the counter, so you're closer to his impressive height.
The cool touch of the countertop beneath you is a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands. It’s a bit jarring, sends a shiver down your spine, but before your body can even react, the warmth is returned, this time with a tender touch of his hand to your cheek.
Your heart quickens as he leans in, his gaze tender and full of affection. His touch lingers for a moment before he gently kisses you, a sweet, lingering moment that seems to encapsulate the tranquility of the space around you. 
As the kiss deepens, you feel the gentle pull of his embrace, his other arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His arms are strong and secure, keeping you grounded. 
His touch is gentle, his fingers lightly tracing your skin with a feather-like touch, as if you were made of delicate glass. As you gaze up at him, his imposing frame strikes you, a testament to his strength and power—he seems as though he could consume you whole. 
Yet, his warmth and gentleness is a stark contrast to his size, cradling your cheek with a tender caress that chases away any lingering chill; a lighthearted soul nestled within the body of a giant.
You savor the unexpected juxtaposition of his strength and tenderness, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. His lips press against yours once more, with a quiet, lingering passion, leaving you breathless and warm.
His hand shifts from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his touch soothing and secure. You find comfort in his closeness, the rise and fall of his chest calming your own breath. His playful soul shines through in the twinkle of his eyes, an energy that dances between you both.
As he pulls back from the kiss, his smile is gentle, full of affection. He lets out a low, contented hum, and you know he is just as lost in the moment as you are. You stay in his embrace, feeling his hands roam down your back, tracing gentle patterns that make your skin tingle.
Cora leans in closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before murmuring a sweet, quiet, 
"Maybe I should start baking every morning if it means waking up to kisses like that."
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laidenbreecatchall · 3 days
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I had a dream last night with Rosi in it and there was some hard core pining in it with him and I and hnnnnnng. There was a moment where he was sitting on the ground and I reached out and touched his ankle and I could feel the warmth of his skin andbducisbeyysbsjfjd. I'm not touch starved, you're touch starved. Shut up. Leave me alone.
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laidenbreecatchall · 4 days
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laidenbreecatchall · 5 days
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If you are split between two answers on a question feel free to take the quiz once with each and answer for the result that's more like you
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