Teeth Fairy

One piece fan who’s incredibly hyperfixated on Corazon rn CrocoCora/CrocoRosi has my heart Beginner artist whose been drawing digital for a bit less than a year Oh! And my main is ThineVMother

[teethfairyyy]

Yes we see the fit. -_-

On another note, I saw these gun shoes on Pinterest and HAD to draw MyGuy (#MyGuy) in them!!!

[atsu-kinnie]

Doomed siblings have me on a chokehold in a way no trope can ever achieve. Something so gut wrenchingly beautiful about two kids going through unimaginable trauma and coming out damaged forever. I always eat it up. Maybe they stay together and find solace only in each other, used and kicked out by society! Maybe they end up on opposite sides of the war! Maybe they end up betraying one another! Maybe one of them dies haunting the narrative forever! Maybe one of them destroys the world for the other! So many endless tragic possibilities!

[bidonica]

a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

[teethfairyyy]

Your honor, Rosinante physically abused those children for their own safety!

… burning down the hospitals with innocent patients inside is less easy to defend… he was a lil angry, okay?

[coldhaendz]

We got a whole ass god revealed last chapter and we basically know what Dragon's devil fruit is going to be and all I'm thinking about is "Oh, celestial dragons are deathly afraid of rain? Juicy characterization for baby Rosinante and Doflamingo! Yet more implied trauma to add to the list!" Like I am not well about these two Dressrosa is a decade old.

[teethfairyyy]

*rubs hands together like a fly*

The Donquixote brothers huddled together in an old shack, terrified as a storm blows rotted panels of wood away. Both of them desperately telling themselves that their faces are wet from tears and not rain. Their abject horror at realizing that to survive they must rely on the rain water to drink. Baby Doffy forcing himself and his brother to drink stagnant pond water that even the animals avoid rather than bring the storm water into their very bodies. The brothers watching, helpless, as thunder shakes the earth like the bellowing of an enraged giant. The shallow grave they dug for their mother being unearthed during a storm, and returning the next day to a muddy hollow in the earth with no body in sight. Or- or- or! Even better! Finding a tangle of muddy, blonde hair beneath the bank of a river, and staring, paralyzed, before Doflamingo lunges forward, raking his hands through the mud to dig her up so desperately that his nails peel back. Rosinante pulling him back with all of his fading strength, begging him to let themselves keep this one precious moment of ignorance. Ignore the body. Ignore the storms. Pretend that nothing has happened, because seeing their mother’s worm eaten face will bring them nothing but pain. Oughhh. So many options!!!

[teethfairyyy]

Found this old doodle of Doflamingo I made a year or two back lmao

[teethfairyyy]

[Alt text. Pictured is a poorly drawn picture of Doflamingo Donquixote, with a speech bubble above his head saying “Vergo, bring me my Lunchly. I’m… hungry…”]

[teethfairyyy]

Found this old doodle of Doflamingo I made a year or two back lmao

[teethfairyyy]

Something something- Rosinante growing up in the marines and spending his teenaged years thinking that his brother had died. Something something- Rosinante laying awake in a warm bed with a loving father down the hall, wracked with self hatred for the fact that he, the weakling runt who couldn’t walk three steps without falling, had survived while his intelligent, strong, protective older brother had died. Something something- Rosinante dedicating each good deed he performed, every innocent he saved and breath he took, to his dead older brother, now younger than himself, who had given up so much to keep him alive. Something something- Rosinante feeling compelled to spread kindness to make his brother’s sacrifice worth something in the end.

Something something- Rosinante, barely sixteen, seeing his brother first wanted poster and going speechless for a full week as he processed the new knowledge. Something something- him dissolving into sobs, equal parts joy and grief, with the wanted poster clutched in his hands. Were the tears prompted by the all consuming joy of discovering that the single most important figure in his life has survived, after so long spent assuming the opposite? Were the tears that of horror and unknowable despair now that he knew his brother had gone on to become the type of man he had dedicated his new life to fighting? For a few piteous moments had he stood there, staring at the inked likeness of his brother, hoping against all logic that somehow this was a mistake, and his brother had been framed for all these heinous acts? Did it hurt nearly as much as first coming to terms with his brothers death as it did to discover he had lived and all the atrocities he had used that life to commit? For a second did he falter, treading water in his own mind as he realized that the urge to run to his brother was still there, despite all the time that had passed and blood that had spilled? Did that urge to find his big brother and hold him tight and beg for his attention every truly go away, even after finding with each week a new pile of horrors brought about by his brother the criminal?

And as they grew older, What hurt more- knowing that he couldn’t pull the trigger, even with Law’s life on the line, or that his brother could? Was there a sense of peace that came then, finally letting the mask drop and for the first time in decades being able to speak to his brother as himself, even if it marked the end of his life? As his vision fogged and life fled his body, did Rosinante watch his brother’s receding figure and realize that if he had to choose anyone in the world to watch as he died, he would still have chosen his brother?

[jinsgoldenratio]

it’s still maid day somewhere

[salmontrashh]

these bastards take up 90% of the free space in my head

doodled the sketch for this on a whim and had a few people ask me to finish it fully (and actually post it), so here i am.

one day i want to have a consistent art style... but for now its just gonna change every time i draw. anyways ive been considering making a daily account for corawani... mainly to spread my agenda, but also to force myself to draw consistently. idk if i wanna dedicate myself that much yet though... if i ever do make the account ill make a post about it here though!

[coldhaendz]

Doffy is a stringy boi Corazon is built like a brick shit house this is canon.

[teethfairyyy]

I’ve got the opposite headcanon with these two lol. Doffy cuts his coke and with protein powder before he snorts it, and spends an absolute minimum of four hours a week in a private tanning bed. He’s built like an Adonis and he knows it. That man owns a private gym the size of a ballroom and makes ample use of it. He sees clothing as something that serves only to get in the way of displaying his freakishly sculpted musculature and treats it accordingly.

Cora on the other hand is -while admittedly still buff as hell- built more like a rower or male gymnast, compared to Doffy’s body builder physique. I like to think that his clumsiness translates to his appearance, with legs that seem a bit too long, and hips whose bones jut out despite his muscles. He’s made up of long limbs and lean muscles. Don’t get me wrong, again, he’s buff as hell and could probably do that crushing a watermelon with his thighs party trick without breaking a sweat, but something about his body looks just barely awkward in its construction. Ofc, all of this ‘thin build, slender musculature’ stuff is only in comparison to Doflamingo. On his own, he is indeed built like a brick shit house lol

[teethfairyyy]

A few Tomadatchi life things that amused me lol

[pagliaccis-clown]

has this happened to anyone

[peronaloves]

Cora-san is #13 currently! Let’s keep voting for him and see if we could make him rank in the top 10!!! (I’m happy he is placed so close to Law as if he were looking at Law. 😆😘💕)

[teethfairyyy]

This was his opening line, btw

[teethfairyyy]

Luffy is like my dumbass son who I worry about sometimes

[sin-overdrive]

Silly doodle

[makielkowo]

gay girl pirates save me!!!!! (my lesbian ass is showing)