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NOW I AM BECOME DEATH ; THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS . Godhood / Ascension / Blood like rose petals / Nothing more beautiful under the sun ; than being the sun / Death as entertainment / Feathers like thorns / Heads roll like marbles / Missing your heart .

Independent Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece, written by Toby.

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@conquiistador : offers him to eat from his hand

oh look ! master is back and already willing to feed him by hand. ogun doesn't hesitate to chomp the treats from doflamingo's palm, a soft trill in his throat.

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OF COURSE he would allow any of his beautiful birds to eat from his hand. Fingers not meant ONLY for killing. Patiently, he would wait until Ogun finished the treats he had offered. With his vacant hand he would oh so gently pat his head while he was distracted.

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Blood like dew drops.

[avaere]

"What do you even mea– ... !" Ding-ding, it seems that the brain has connected, and to think that even after all these years he's just as edgy. "Don't you fu fu fu me ! I have no preferences as to where I would like on you !"

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❝ Whoever said anything on this question referring to on me? My, my, your mind is taking full advantage of your imagination, I see. Fu fu fu fu fu. ~ ❞

[avaere]

" I am not meant to be in pockets ! –" but, also ... what an amusing thought.

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❝ No? Then where would you like to be? Fu fu fu fu. ~ ❞

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" 305 centimeter ?"

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❝ This is how you fit in my pocket. ~ ❞

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Clouds ; DRIPPING RED. Contoured with gold, almost blinding. The sun approaching the horizon, swallowed by the sea inch by inch, like a hot piece of glowing coal slowly submerging itself in a pot of infinite blue. Doflamingo watched the familiar scenery from the palace balcony. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In his hand there was a half empty glass of wine. Deep red, again. The final rays of the sun reached him, and he held up his vacant hand, as if absorbing the strings of gold. Then he closed his fist, just as the sun disappeared, trapping the last light in the palm of his deadly hand. The world was his. THE WHOLE WORLD WAS HIS.

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[ Realizing my pinned doesn't match the aesthetics of my icons ... 💀 This is what happens when I take a year's break I guess 😭💀 ]

[summerxmelodies]

Well, this was going about as well as she expected. She was trying to play dumb, somewhat, and make herself as uninteresting as possible. She’d underestimated how smart he was; he was nothing like their kin despite being born there.

Yes, she was aware of his history. How? Her father had been a fanatic when it came to teaching her everything he could about the Holy Land, their homeland. She never really thought it would come in handy.

She sighed, aware of the dangerous situation she was in, but threw caution to the wind all the same by speaking bluntly. “I’m a former Marine, I assume my knowledge would be of some benefit in regard to your activities…” she paused, senses on high alert. “And I ate a mythical zoan fruit some years ago…” Surely that would be of some interest to him?

Then again, maybe it was best that he sent her on her way.

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A FORMER MARINE? That meant nothing to him. He had Vergo going undercover, so what could he do with a former marine? Nothing. She would have to do a lot better than that to get his attention - and she did!

She informed him that she'd consumed a mythical zoan fruit. She really should've led with that, as it was clearly the ONLY interesting fact about her. Doflamingo wished she could've told him exactly which fruit she had eaten, instead of being so vague about it. Was she this unintelligent that she would test his patient without being aware of how dangerous that could be? Or was she playing dumb? Both were risky moves. Doflamingo would kill those who lied to him - and those who annoyed him. But, if she really DID possess a devil fruit like that, it would be a shame to kill her so quickly.

❝ A mythical zoan? At least that's something. My beloved scientist has been wanting to research that subject for a while. If you assist him, then yes, you'll have plenty of protection. Fu fu fu fu. ~ ❞ He lied. Of course he lied. There was nothing SAFE about being sent to Punk Hazard. Not even Monet had been spared Caesar's experiments. As much as she claimed her newfound physique had been given to her with consent.

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What flavour is my soul ?

HONEY. "sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

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[ I made some Trafalgar Law emotes--- ]

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Continued from [X] @conquiistador

She had a target on her back. Her bounty wasn't anything substantial at 250 million berri, not when compared to someone like him, but her bounty wasn't really the issue in this part of the world. It was her past as a former Marine. Sure, she'd been a child, but that didn't mean she hadn't made enemies. Plus, going AWOL didn't save her from her father's enemies either.

Who wouldn't love to get their hands on someone like her? And there was the ever present fear that her heritage would come into play somehow.

Swallowing, she absently wondered if it was better that she couldn't see his eyes. His glasses were unnerving enough, but it offered some protection she supposed. Plus, she was well aware of the fact that she was attempting to make a deal with the devil. She knew what she'd see in his eyes.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

“Yes,” she nodded slightly, neck feeling stiff. “My father's enemies are hunting me, same as his allies,… I'm asking for your protection in exchange for…” and this is the part where she didn’t know what she could possibly offer him. 

Shit.

“Myself… However I can assist you in your endeavors…”

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❝ You come before me with the intention of striking a bargain, yet you proclaim you have NO WORTH. Fu fu fu fu. ~ Did you think this through? ❞ Doflamingo's patience was the only fragile thing about him. He was not directly displeased with her offer, but it was very vague. He could take advantage of that. Naturally, he was going to PUSH HER into promising, or at least giving away what she'd be willing to do for him. She'd already thrown her cards on the table, revealing that she didn't know HOW she could be useful to him. That was not a very smart thing to do. You should always try to bargain from a position of strength.

WELL - there could be no such thing as having a strong position when the opposition was HIM, so perhaps it was all the better to just kneel and beg. Doflamingo found that he could always use people in some capacity. Sometimes to put large projects in motion, and sometimes ( quite often ), he would use them for the most important task of all - his own entertainment!

How SAFE did she hope to be with him?

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Golden clouds ; breaking the horizon.

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[ Doing my yearly January rounds of reviving my blogs... ]

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Nothing more beautiful under the sun.

[onepiecc]

The goddess watched the male’s reaction as she laid out on his broad chest as if he was a king mattress, but she could feel the heart beating strongly inside of his chest. This caged bird was ready to be set free and she would gladly allow it to take flight, as she held the leash to its collar. The female could not help that her grin only grew in size as the blonde reacted positively as if he was willing to dance to her tune. Still, she would only allow him to have the golden apple if he was worth it. Licking her lips, Cosima sat straight up instead of laying out with her feet curled closer to her waist before pulling out the documents she carried. It was simply a contract, a marriage license, and an official paper with her family crest that would reinstate his divine status back to him. “I’m glad I have your attention then. You see my beloved father passed away from the strain of my brother being executed personally by our Uncle a couple months ago for pitying trash, which meant he was lower than that. However, for me to inherit everything I have to marry a divine being.”

Her voice was filled with hidden venom as she spoke about her family as she was the cause of their deaths. Poisoning her father was slow, but that old man still found a way to throw a wrench in her plans even in the grave. One hand that was on the male’s chest dug into the fabric of the prison uniform as she was trying to contain the rage that was bubbling up inside of her. Inhaling and exhaling sharply as she closed her eyes for a moment to remain calm. After a couple breaths, she flashed a smile again and glanced down at the fallen. “That is where you come in, Donquixote. I want to enter a marriage contract with you. Of course, it would reinstate you as a Celestial Dragon once more. I already have the official paperwork right here in my hand.” Letting go of the fabric that was bunched into a ball, she pulled out a scroll to hold in front of his face only a few inches from him.

Just like teasing a dog while holding a bone in front of its face, she was waiting for reality to sink into his mind and process the shocking news. The goddess was aware that he had tried to get his status before by bringing the head of his father, but the damage was beyond done at that point. However, the newest generation who were only children just as he was decades ago, she is at the top of the hierarchy of the social group. Using her family's influence, she had enough support from other families to get the paperwork to go through successfully. Of course, the older gods argued and tried to fight against it, but she had the numbers on her side to pull it off.

Speaking softly before pulling the scroll away as her other hand cupped one of his cheeks in an endearing manner, “So what do you say about my offer?”

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Never in his wildest dreams could he have written this script. Had it not been for the weight of her on his chest, he would've deemed this a fever dream, and been genuinely concerned for the state of his health.

Already when she said the words: MARRY A DIVINE BEING - he knew ( but could NOT BELIEVE! what was coming ). The only divine being here was HIM. From birth, he was chosen to be MORE. He had walked the path through HELL that lead to GODHOOD.

And she wanted him.

Even to Doflamingo, it was insane. SHE was insane. And that suited him perfectly.

Her emotions seemed genuine to him. The anger in her fingertips as they curled into his uniform. The determination in her eyes. She then brought out a paper. A key to HEAVEN.

For a moment ; the shortest of moments, Doflamingo was that boy again. His hand soaked with blood that had trailed down his forearm, and dried into cracks. His father's head had been heavy to carry, in the end, even as blood had drained from it. He remembered the taste of salt from his tears, and the BITTERNESS of disappointment, when they turned him away. They had rejected him from returning, even as he brought the head of their father who had FORCED them to live in HELL. All Doflamingo had wanted was to be safe again. For him and his brother to both be safe.

The moment was over, and Doflamingo was back in reality. What he had wanted back then was now being waved in front of him. It was surreal. However, he had stopped doubting that it was WAS real. Of course it was real! This was all meant to happen.

She cupped his face. He knew that she knew that he could not reject her. Why would he want to? The real question here was; WHY DID SHE CHOOSE HIM? Surely there were other Celestial Dragons that she could've married? He could only assume that she was too arrogant. She WANTED the satisfaction of controlling the most dangerous God of all. He had been burnt by such arrogance himself. A mistake he would not make again.

❝ I gladly accept your offer. ❞ He answered, and it sounded sincere - because it was. This could not have worked out any better for him. ❝ I must say I'm impressed that you have managed to arrange this. ❞ Reinstating his status... That was no small feat. He was aching to know her reasoning for choosing him, but he assumed he would learn that soon enough. Impel Down had taught him patience.

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(oh damn sorry, I didn’t know that- sorry. Lemme try again? Or na?) “Damn doffy” Shoki’s voice comes in from above. ”when are you ever going to take that annoying pink thing off? Your fashion sense is…” She holds in a laugh. “It’s questionable”

(Again, I’m sorry! I didn’t know and I’m used to doing first person. Sorry again!)

A voice addressed him from above. Rare, for Doflamingo was a tall man. He did not crane his neck to see. A GOD like him would only ever look UP to admire the beauty of the sky. He already knew that the person speaking to him was not beautiful. Another rarity, in fact. But not in a good way. It was highly uncommon for him to be insulted. One didn't simply walk up to a KING ( or a GOD ) and show bad manners.

He would not engage with something so petty. His fashion sense was, of course, not for anyone but HIMSELF. It was HE who liked to dress this way, and others would find his style sublime, because the clothes he wore were on his divine body. This stranger was clearly making a desperate attempt at receiving attention.

He would grant none.

Perhaps he would have Gladius deal with this person later.