SPARROW

[tirajpg]

[pierogiy]

the time i tried to watch one piece again, got 5 seconds into an episode, and made a comic about it and then didnt try again for months

[aug 2025]

[bakkfity]

So. After the big fight between Doflamingo and Rosinante.

Rosinante goes to find a cure for Law just like in canon. In a lot of ways, the situation is pretty similar — because Doflamingo is hella suspicious in this AU too. And why? Well… Trebol, haha.

Trebol absolutely hates that Rosinante is part of the family. He’s literally the only reason Trebol could lose not just the Young Master’s trust — but his life too. He’s not stupid; he knows how much Doflamingo loves Rosinante. Rosinante is real family — the little brother, the one loss Doflamingo never got over emotionally or mentally.

Trebol knows if Doflamingo ever finds out what he did in the past, he’s as good as dead. So… he decides to “betray” Doflamingo in the easiest way possible — pin everything on Rosinante. Two birds, one stone. Perfect cover.

Give info to the Marines, blame Rosinante? Easy fucking peasy.

Trebol also has a shit ton of luck. Because Rosinante literally just left — which only reinforces the idea that he never really understood Doffy. His purpose. His dream.

So yeah. Doflamingo can’t fully trust Rosinante yet. Trebol still has way too much influence on him. The Marines suddenly stopped raiding the Donquixote Pirates — which is suspicious as hell.

By the end of those six months, Doflamingo is fully prepared to kill his own brother.

But ohohoho, it’s going to be sooo soooo different from canon.

Because Rosinante isn’t that good here — not like in canon. He was never a Marine in this AU. He learned a lot from the family, sure, but he’s really not that skilled.

Yes, yes, he steals the Ope Ope no Mi. He gets shot. But after he gives the fruit to Law, they don’t get time to wait for help from the Marines or anything like that. The whole island is full of enemies — from the start until…

Until they hear some Marines talking about the Donquixote Family arriving. And Law and Rosinante — despite everything — snicker like little kids, because hell yes, that means an easy way out of this hell-spat island.

But Rosinante is still Rosinante. He is clumsy — painfully, tragically clumsy — especially in the most important moments of his life.

So he curses under his breath when, while trying to sneak away with Law, he trips like a complete idiot, completely exposing the two of them. He yanks Law to his feet and immediately bursts into a sprint. Yeah, he’s clumsy — but he’s far from stupid.

But that’s still not enough when the people you’re running from are holding rifles.

With a muffled groan he hits the ground, bullets having found their mark. His whole body screams, but he forces himself to look back — and he already knows he has no chance. Not this time.

So with shaking fingers, he fumbles with Law’s hat, straightening his clothes, making him look strong — making him brave. And he tells him to run. To run like he never has before. If he can, to find his brother and leave. There’s still a chance. There’s still hope.

And ohhh Law is one tiny breath away from totally breaking, because he doesn’t want to lose Cora-san too. Yes, he likes the Donquixote Family — but Cora is… more. It’s not just the past six months on the sea, not just that Cora wanted him to live. They understand each other on so many levels that no one else could ever imagine.

So Law runs — because Cora asked him to. Because Cora believes in him. And Law has only one goal: find Doffy and ask him to save Cora.

He really starts to cry when he hears the dull thuds and Cora’s painful grunts. From a distance he can still see the marines kicking Cora while he’s lying on the ground. He wants to go back, so, so badly. But he’s small and sick — he wouldn’t stand a chance.

A gunshot breaks the silence — and snaps Law out of his paralysis. He’s terrified. Did Cora die already? He shouldn’t have stopped to look, he should have kept going, he should have—!

But one of the marines is already on the ground, bleeding, and Cora is holding a smoking gun. The gun Doffy gave him. Good.

Law doesn’t look back anymore. He just starts running again, because they still have a chance.

When he finally sees the crew on the horizon, he’s so happy, so relieved, he doesn’t even notice the tension in the air. He’s crying again and screaming for Doffy — and thank god, someone notices him!! Law is coughing hard, he hasn’t run like this for ages. He clings to Doffy’s pants with an iron grip, pulling at the fabric while sobbing, trying to drag him back the way he came. Because Doffy has to come, he has to help Cora — he’ll die, the marines, Cora, please, please, hurry!

And Doffy’s face is so neutral. So emotionless. Trebol could dance and clap in pure joy — because the Young Master is angry. Everything is happening exactly the way Trebol wanted.

So the family follows Law.

And oooh, Doffy is confused when they reach Rosinante’s location. Because Rosinante is fighting. Barely — if you had to judge — but still. He’s fighting like a lunatic, like a wild animal caught in a trap, the kind that would chew off its own leg just to escape.

Rosinante is screaming in rage as he grabs a man from behind, throws him to the ground and starts stabbing him — once, twice… a lot of times.

He staggers when he tries to stand, and Doflamingo has never seen Cora move that fast as the moment he hears them approaching. Cora’s arm snaps up instantly — the gun already raised, pointed straight at Doffy. His face, twisted in an ugly snarl seconds ago, starts to melt into something else, the tension in his shoulders loosening.

Doffy doesn’t have time to understand any of it — what he should think, what he should feel. One moment Cora is smiling at him — and is he missing a tooth? what the fuck happened here? — and the very next moment Doflamingo can barely process what he’s seeing:

some filthy low–rank marine slams into his little brother at full speed and knocks him right off the cliff.

For a second, everything just… stops. No one knows what comes next.

They came here to take answers from Cora, right? He is — reasonably — very likely a spy and a traitor… but he killed, what, how many marines lying dead on the ground?! And now someone just shoved him off the rocks?!

Law’s painful scream snaps everyone out of the trance.

Doflamingo is already running — he’s already there, to the place he last saw his little brother. His little brother — who he can’t see anymore because there’s nothing but the fucking sea below.

The marine who pushed Cora off is still there — body caught on the sharp rocks, already lifeless. But Corazon is nowhere. Nothing but the raging, dark sea.

Doflamingo’s mind is blank like it has never been before. All he can hear is the rush of his own blood and the ragged, uneven sound of his breath — as if he has just run across the whole damn island a hundred times without stopping.

Without thinking, he summons his strings and reaches into the water — but the moment they touch the sea, they dissolve. He tries again, and the same thing happens. What?

Somewhere deep inside him, something stirs — something he can barely recognize anymore, because he was a child the last time he felt it.

Desperation. Fear.

He whips around, ready to bark orders, to tell them how to save Corazon, but… everyone is frozen. No one — no one in his fucking family can help, because everyone in his fucking family has a fucking Devil Fruit.

He knew that. Of course he knew that.

They start trying to snap Doflamingo out of it, telling him they need to leave — the Navy is still here and they are not enough to fight them — but Doflamingo can’t hear shit. He just stares at the fucking water crashing against the rocks.

He tries again with his strings. Nothing. Fucking hell.

He tries again. And again.

Frustration keeps growing, burning, choking him — because this is not… this cannot be something he cannot fix. He is Donquixote fucking Doflamingo.

So he tries again — and this time the strings don’t dissolve immediately. His breath stops for a moment — because he truly thought he couldn’t do it — but… there’s a chance.

He tries again with renewed ferocity. And now he can feel it — the seawater is weakening him so much faster than it should. Still… he refuses to stop. Because now he knows he can do this.

He can’t register anything from the outside world anymore. Not his family starting to fight the marines. Not Law right beside him, searching the water with tear–filled eyes, sniffling.

He sees nothing — hears nothing — except the waves and the possibility that he might be able to pull his brother back from the sea.

He can focus on only one thing:

Saving his maybe fucking traitor of a brother.

He hears screaming — and it takes a while to realize it’s coming from him. He’s on his knees, blood pouring from his nose, even from his mouth. It feels like his brain is going to explode from the concentration, from pure will. From the desperate need to make this happen.

His world narrows — hyper-focused — and then, suddenly, he feels the connection.

Thousands and thousands of strings in the water, and finally — finally — he grabs onto his brother’s body and yanks.

There’s a second of dizziness — a blackout — someone screaming his name—

And then snow is falling on his face.

There’s still chaos somewhere nearby. But slowly, he turns his head and sees his brother’s soaked, blood-covered face. His eyes are closed, and he… he’s so still it looks like he isn’t alive.

Doflamingo doesn’t think — he just crawls closer, brushes the hair from his brother’s face, tries to find a pulse — but there is nothing.

Law is screaming that he has to hurry, to do CPR, to stop wasting time — DO SOMETHING.

And he does.

And it’s not just Law who lets out a relieved, tear-choked laugh when Rosinante starts coughing and vomiting water.

But there is no real relief. Because he doesn’t even have the strength to stay awake. His breathing is still wet, shaky even — Doflamingo has heard a bullet-torn lung a hundred times, and this sounds just the same.

After that, he doesn’t remember how they left the island, how the hell he still had the clarity to lead his crew.

There is a raw urge inside him to find a place — a doctor — anything. Law has already passed out from his fever… and if he weren’t that sick, he’d probably be too emotionally compromised to save Cora’s life anyway.

With Buffalo’s help, they quickly find a nearby island where they can regroup, get medical care for Cora, and then go home.

It takes several extremely stressful days to make that happen.

Cora flatlined once — and that made everything so much worse… but he lived. And that is the most important thing.

For days, it’s still a life-or-death situation. His fever is off the charts, something that just won’t break, no matter what they do.

So when the Donquixote family is finally able to set sail again, everyone is physically and mentally drained.

Doflamingo — being Doflamingo — tries not to look stressed or weak… but deep down he knows he probably looks pathetic.

Because there is no logic in what he did. He saved Corazon — someone who might be a traitor. Basically… a deserter.

His thoughts are fighting day and night, because too many things just don’t add up. And fucking Trebol won’t stop getting under his skin, and he’s so fucking pissed he almost throws him into the sea.

Because no matter how hard he tries to rationalize things, he keeps ending up at Rosinante’s bedside, more than once a day. He wants to be the first person his brother sees and the first one he talks to when he wakes up.

So, after a week at sea — sailing back to their base in Spider Miles — Rosinante wakes up.

He is out of it. Everything hurts. His mouth tastes like something died in it and he… he can’t exactly piece together where he is or what happened.

After lying there for a while with his eyes closed, he tries to really wake up. He scans the room — and yeah, he recognizes the place. It’s his brother’s ship, the Numancia Flamingo. That means Doflamingo is here too.

And well… he doesn’t really need to look for him. Doflamingo is right there at his desk, reading through papers.

Rosinante wants to watch him for a little longer, but Doflamingo doesn’t have his reputation for nothing — nobody can observe him unnoticed for long. His intense gaze locks onto Rosinante immediately.

Rosinante wants to say something — something important, something meaningful. Because he left six months ago, and he was so angry, and he’s still angry about the slave trade… but he missed his big brother so, so much.

“Aniue…” His voice is raspy and quiet, but it lands with its full weight.

Doflamingo stands up instantly — not even a second of hesitation — and goes to sit beside his brother. --------------------

Aaaaaaahhh I still haven’t finished yet!

For those who asked for it: @puppetwizard, @shallowoak, @locketlacemaker, @fanatique, @gywin97, @isahuesman, @noonefox3

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[abedallahsworld]

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Hello my friends,I am in urgent need of your help and donations. I was the victim of a major fraud by the first campaign organizer.Now, I am desperately asking for your support again through my new donation link, as I need to rebuild my life from the beginning and provide milk and diapers for my baby, Masa.Believe me, it’s a truly tragic situation — the suffering never seems to end. But your support can help me get through it and secure the most basic necessities for my child.

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However, the truth is that I never intended to cause any inconvenience — I was only forced to create new accounts after several of my previous ones were closed unexpectedly.

I sincerely apologize if this caused any disturbance. All I’m trying to do is provide a decent and safe life for my children after everything we’ve been through.

I truly hope you can understand my situation and give me another chance to continue what I started with honesty and determination.

[abedallahsworld]

Very important ‼️

Please don’t skip and read 🙏

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #641)

Help Abdullah Rebuild His Life and Protect His Children

Hello friends,

Hello my friends,I am in urgent need of your help and donations. I was the victim of a major fraud by the first campaign organizer.Now, I am desperately asking for your support again through my new donation link, as I need to rebuild my life from the beginning and provide milk and diapers for my baby, Masa.Believe me, it’s a truly tragic situation — the suffering never seems to end. But your support can help me get through it and secure the most basic necessities for my child.

Please donate and share ❤️

Note: I was unfortunately listed as a “spammer” in the Gaza file, and the reason was the multiple accounts I have used.

However, the truth is that I never intended to cause any inconvenience — I was only forced to create new accounts after several of my previous ones were closed unexpectedly.

I sincerely apologize if this caused any disturbance. All I’m trying to do is provide a decent and safe life for my children after everything we’ve been through.

I truly hope you can understand my situation and give me another chance to continue what I started with honesty and determination.

[enasfamily]

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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[enasfamily]

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

Donate to Help Enas and her children in Gaza, organized by Gabriel G

My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he

[enasfamily]

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

Donate to Help Enas and her children in Gaza, organized by Gabriel G

My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he

[enasfamily]

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

Donate to Help Enas and her children in Gaza, organized by Gabriel G

My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he

[enasfamily]

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

Donate to Help Enas and her children in Gaza, organized by Gabriel G

My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he

[aligaza657]

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[happydesolationgremlin]

Winter is approaching... No home to shelter us, no clothes to warm us, and no food to fill my children's bellies.

We used to live on people's kindness, but after the war, everyone has forgotten us.

All I want now is to see my children sleep safely, without shivering from cold or fear.

Donation link:

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[happydesolationgremlin]

The war may be over… but its wounds still bleed in silence.

A home once filled with warmth is now rubble, and a family that once gathered under one roof is now homeless, searching for a safe haven in a world crowded with pain.

We’re trying to rebuild our lives, but it’s tough with little help.

We try to find hope and smile despite the pain💔.

If our words reach one heart, it means everything.

Help us regain what’s lost and live a dignified life🙏🏻.

Donation link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ali-survive-and-evacuate-gaza

✅️Vetted, my number (#373)✅️

[happydesolationgremlin]

Winter is approaching... No home to shelter us, no clothes to warm us, and no food to fill my children's bellies.

We used to live on people's kindness, but after the war, everyone has forgotten us.

All I want now is to see my children sleep safely, without shivering from cold or fear.

Donation link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ali-survive-and-evacuate-gaza

✅️Vetted, my number (#373)✅️

[fadingbelieverinfluencer]

My name is Wedad , from Gaza.

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Donate to Help Wedad's family in their time of need, organized by maude young

From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help. … maude young needs your support for Help Wedad's family in

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #629 )✅️

[fadingbelieverinfluencer]

My name is Wedad , from Gaza.

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Donate to Help Wedad's family in their time of need, organized by maude young

From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help. … maude young needs your support for Help Wedad's family in

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #629 )✅️