Imagine saying to Zoro you aren’t scared of anything so he decides to put that to the test in the bedroom and pulls out Enma when he’s got you naked on his sheets.
He’ll gently drag the blade down your body, the sharp tip ghosting over your skin in a deadly caress.
Your stiff posture and hitched breaths when he runs the tip of the blade over your throat and down across your nipple make him think you’re ready to admit that maybe you are scared of something.
But you say nothing as you continue to lock eyes with him, almost daring him to do more.
“Tch, stubborn woman.”
Of course he’s also one of the most stubborn men you’ve ever met so he’s not just going to give in that easily.
Keeping his eyes on you, he oh so carefully runs blunt edge through your folds.
You should be terrified. You should be running for the hills, but when Zoro pulls the blade back and finds it dripping in your essence, you can’t keep the smirk off your face.
You do, however, nearly come on the spot when he brings the blade to his lips and licks it clean.
Sitting at my 8 a.m. lecture today, scrolling through Tumblr, and desperately trying not to fall asleep... Our professor said "body", my mind heard "Buddie". I've never woken up so fast in my entire life.
Welcome to yet another episode of Knightly forgetting to provide context on a new character he created because she is a dumbass. On this episode today, Philan T. Piston, or just Phil for short (I...seriously need to evaluate my memory on these sort of things)
This dude came to me out of nowhere. I didn't consume ANY cowboy-related media in the last few days however I just thought about making a cowboy OC and now we are here.
I'm still quite unsure about their characterization and purpose at the moment, but most likely he is some type of outlaw living out in the wastelands. Whether she's righteous or not however is another thing to consider. Her personality though is a fusion of Undertale Papyrus and Undyne, Puss n' Boots, and Zora from Epithet Erased , take that as you will.
Some first concept sketches of Phil:
(note, The flower on its hat is actually a Tiger lily, changed it last minute cause it fits her character better)
anyone else ever get like emotionally dependent on a certain hyperfixation? like your main and nearly only source of joy comes from that thing and content for it and it’s like the main thing you think about or that’s in the back of your mind all day? and it’s like you’re so dependent on it, and you’re aware of it, to the point where it’s like you’re blissful but also deeply sad at the exact same time when thinking about it or consuming it? it’s like a bone deep euphoric melancholy… and it’ll consume you for a while until you slowly become less dependent on it. and it’s like you don’t get to choose when that is. it just happens. either slowly or all at once. maybe another hyperfixation takes it place or something. anyway, yeah, i get like that sometimes. never know how long it’ll last.