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I'm a simple person, I get period cramps, and I automatically draw one of my favorite characters suffering from them

i might redraw this digitally

zoro’s lifelong isolation and his unspoken elation to finally have a home (expressed by his unwavering protection and devotion). paired with luffy’s lifelong abandonment issues and clamber of loneliness; how relieving it must be to have someone devoted to you, to think of you as a home he cannot lose. even their issues & insecurities wordlessly assure and complete each other, zolu soulmates in every way

welcome back egghead 🍳🍾

A swordsman shame 🗡️⚔️🌙

I’m completely new to Tumblr so this’ll be fun… I’ll be posting mostly art and maybe some other things! But here’s some Zolu art to start! (_ _).｡o○

I got no clue what I’m doing ;-;

pov the reaper that’s dragging away your boyfriends soul says something so freedomphobic you hit his corpse with the nika stare

drawing sad men >

zoro and luffy who sit incredibly close to each other naturally: legs intertwined, backs awkwardly bent, shoulders jammed together.

if you asked either of them about it, luffy would just smile wide and inch closer again, and zoro would grunt in wordless protest to being interrupted. but the real answer is on that tiny dinghy boat, on that flimsy raft they began their journey on, sitting that close was required.

if they sat with their heads leaned together, they could stretch their arms and legs. if they laid shoulder to shoulder, their whole bodies could fit without squishing to the sides of the boat, allowing them to get a good sleep. their relationship started with sitting close and it never stopped.

maybe it’s nostalgic, maybe being so close reminds them of where it all began, where they began. or maybe they just it love it so dearly, it’s so ingrained in them that they refuse to stop. feeling most comfortable with the smell of the sea in the air and skin on skin, never getting enough of each other.

sometimes luffy stretches towards zoro, a leg interlinked with his under the dining table despite sitting two seats away, because they’ve got such a big ship now and sometimes that’s a bit much. sometimes you’ll find them in the sunny's smallest storage cupboard, notably the size of that old dinghy, to the point franky renovated it full of blankets & gentle lights, and found a new home for his scrap metal. the strawhats all wonder why on earth they’d want to sleep there but it’s the best rest either of them get so they've only ever tried to make it even more comfortable for them.

as they fling one another about, manhandle each other to safety in a battle, face back to back as they fight a hoard of marines- the warmth in their contact brings them indescribable peace, brings them back to the east blue. the feeling of home found in each other.