zootopia 2 is SO romance book coded, those animators knew what they were doing

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zootopia 2 is SO romance book coded, those animators knew what they were doing
Now that I know King’s dad specifically showed Luz the Titan glyphs because they knew that she was kind, I just keep thinking back to when she found the first one. And she found it when she was protecting King from Eda’s uncontrolled owl beast form. KING’S DAD GAVE HER THE FIRST GLYPH TO PROTECT THEIR SON!
Did anyone notice how Shadow is holding Sonic with both hands here? That's so soft
@aemulatiio plotted starter ♡
The first time it happens, Shane doesn’t even fully process it.
Toronto’s number forty-six flashes him an obnoxious little smirk as they line up for the face-off, and Shane tries to ignore it. It should be easy enough. He’s been chirped at by worse. He’s spent years across from the league’s most relentless instigator and never once let it throw him off his game.
"Hey Hollander...."
The rest is almost swallowed by the noise of the arena, by skates cutting over ice and the referee getting into position. Shane doesn’t hear it properly - not every word, anyway - but he sees the man’s mouth moving, sees the shape of it, the cruel curl of his lips as the meaning lands anyway.
He knows what he said. For half a second, Shane just stares. ...bet you look pretty on your knees
His heart jumps so hard it feels like it lodges in his throat. By the time the puck drops, he is a fraction too late, a fraction too distracted, and that is all it takes. The face-off is lost clean. It doesn’t lead to a goal. Shane chases the play down immediately, recovers as quickly as he can, but it doesn’t matter. Everyone saw it.
"Shame you’re not on my team, Hollander. Starting to think everyone else is getting a turn." It's tossed out almost casually as they pass each other, no more than a low comment under the noise of the game, but Shane hears it anyway.
They meet again at center ice a moment later, skidding to a sharp stop across from each other, and the man crowds straight into Shane's space. Bigger, heavier, looming right there in front of him with that same ugly satisfaction twisting his mouth. Shane's jaw locks and his eyes turn away as their line mates gather around him.
"What about Rozanov?" 46's eyes find Ilya as he stops next to Shane before he continues: "He get first dibs, or you taking requests? Bet I could do you better."
Heat crawls up the back of Shane’s neck, but it has nothing to do with flattery and everything to do with something far uglier, more instinctive than that. Shame settles beneath his skin like rot. It is the kind that makes his pulse stutter and his stomach turn.
crosshair when he returns to the batch: alright which one of you taught her how to gamble???
this is the only way i can see their dynamic
Watching Suguru rot from the inside out and drown as he inevitably spirals further down into his depression and existential crisis-
to me, he tastes like cannibalism.
I bit into his suffering and tasted my own flesh.
Saw this one artwork from @ickyeddiie of Suguru with Copcar lyrics by Mistki and had this thought.