Oh yeah and ig Doffyyyyyy... Do you want your feathers back? You look like a plucked chicken without em, I bet somebody has the damn jacket somewhere, can't be too hard to steal back for ya
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i believe it was confiscated for having a large trace of mercury in it, which makes me believe it is no longer a jacket and was dismantled. that being said, if you would like to look, be my guest
HEADCANON DUMP UNDER THE CUT!
He's blind in his left eye and his other eye is hypersensitive due to never going without sunglasses, as well as suffering from long term mercury poisoning. The sunglasses hide it, he never lets anyone know, and he naturally angles his body so his good eye faces people.
After Rosinante died, the prolonged stress caused noticeable stress shedding. His temples receded more over the next several years.
He's double-jointed in his fingers and thumbs. It gives his hand movements that slightly unnatural elegance when manipulating strings. His fingers frequently lock up from chronic overuse. Constantly maintaining tension with the String-String Fruit has basically given him carpal tunnel and trigger finger symptoms. Every so often he'll have to physically straighten a locked finger with his other hand before pretending nothing happened. His hands are covered in tiny old cuts from invisible strings snapping back over decades. His joints crack like crazy every time he moves.
His grip strength is absurdly high, despite the nerve pain.
His shoulders and forearms are constantly sore because his fighting style relies on maintaining tension.
His posture is immaculate because he consciously projects superiority. The second he's completely alone, he'll slump into furniture. He has chronic neck pain from always looking downward at people.
He bruises surprisingly easily now compared to when he was younger. He has old rope-like scars across his palms that no one ever notices.
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He can subconsciously sense the tension in strings he's made almost like an extra sense.
His fingers twitch even while sleeping because his brain never completely "lets go" of using his Devil Fruit. Using massive techniques leaves his hands feeling numb for hours afterward.
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He grinds his teeth badly in his sleep. He doesn't realize how tightly he clenches his jaw until it starts hurting. He almost never gets uninterrupted sleep. He's an extremely light sleeper who wakes at tiny sounds.
He has stress headaches that start behind the left eye.
When thinking, he unconsciously taps his fingertips together as if pulling invisible strings.
He compulsively adjusts his glasses even when they're perfectly straight.He doesn't sit with his back to doors. Silence makes him more uncomfortable than background noise.
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He knows every executive's footsteps by sound. He can tell who's approaching by their breathing if they're close enough.
He notices tiny changes in people's behavior almost instantly.
He has an incredible memory for insults.
He's patient because he thinks in years instead of weeks.
He unconsciously compares everyone to the people he grew up with.
He never truly processed Rosinante's death. He just compartmentalized it so completely that it calcified into something else.
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He experiences auditory hallucinations almost daily. Most are just indistinct conversations, footsteps in empty halls, or someone saying his name. He's become so accustomed to them that he doesn't even pause anymore.
His visual hallucinations are usually peripheral. Someone standing at the end of a corridor. A silhouette crossing a balcony. A person sitting where nobody actually is. He glances once, determines they aren't relevant, and keeps walking.
Hallucinations never frighten him. They're simply another inconvenience, like a headache. He almost never responds to them aloud. If one starts talking, he'll ignore it until it disappears. To anyone watching, it just looks like he randomly stares into space for a second.
The only hallucinations he immediately recognizes are Rosinante and thirteen-year-old Law. Not because they're less convincing, but because they behave impossibly.
Young Law's hallucination is quieter than the real child ever was around him. Sometimes he simply watches him work without speaking. That silence is what makes it obvious he's not real. Neither Rosinante nor young Law ever age in these hallucinations. They're frozen at the last age Doflamingo truly knew them. He has never once attempted to touch either of them. On some level, he already knows what would happen.
Every other hallucination gets treated as potentially real until proven otherwise. Those two are the only exceptions. Occasionally he'll hear Rosinante's distinctive tripping in another room and immediately dismiss it without even looking. He'll sometimes catch sight of Corazon's feather coat disappearing around a corner. He never follows.
Sometimes he mistakes real people for hallucinations for a split second instead of the other way around.
He would never admit something is wrong with him. If someone confronted him, he'd insist everyone sees things they don't understand.
