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[medicus-mortem]

@caelestisdemon​ liked [+] for a murder child starter.

   The boy kicks at a can at his feet, sending it bouncing across the cracked concrete expanse he lingers in. Waiting for the man who claimed to have a gift for him. Some sort of celebration of his one year anniversary with this criminal family.

   In truth Law doesn’t care about any of that. He’s made no attempt to befriend these people, not the adults nor the kids around his age. Even if Buffalo and Baby 5 still follow him around despite his protests and attempts to scare them away. He has no wish to be close to them, to be attached. After all, there is no point in it. He’s dying so he’s just using them. Getting them to teach him how to kill and getting involved in their business as a method to those ends.

   For the most part it’s about what he was expecting. Violence, theft, extortion. Then there is the training. He’s constantly covered in bruises. Can still taste blood on his tongue from Lao G’s training this morning. Scrapes on his knees and palms from when Gladius shoved him. He suspects he’s got a broken finger but hasn’t had much of a chance to look at it. So a typical day for the boy, nothing special about it at all.

   Has him thinking whatever gift Doflamingo has for him can’t be anything good. Certainly not good enough to warrant the excitement Baby 5 was showing, but she didn’t really know what their boss got him. Only that he has to wait outside this abandoned warehouse until Doflamingo shows up.

    The screech of metal behind him draws the boy’s attention, Law turning to see one of the heavily rusted doors ease open. From the gloom he sees Doflamingo emerging, that perpetual grin on his face seeming wider than usual. The boy sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets and shoulders slouching.

   “So? What’s this ‘bout?” he asks, this single year not enough to break him out of his natural skepticism and insolence. “Baby 5 said you had a ... gift for me?”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@caelestisdemon​ asked: “I like you tied up like this. Makes you look like a present I get to unwrap.” (I don't think either of us are surprised by this muse choice)

Kidnapping/Stalking Memes  

Of all the possible scenarios Ikkaku had had nightmares about, being strung up by her wrists and circled by a madman like Doflamingo was near the top of the list. His strings bound her wrists, ankles, and torso almost artfully, the way they wrapped around her body and suspended her in the air bearing a loose resemblance to shibari. What wasn’t artful was the knowledge that at any moment those strings could turn razor-sharp and slice her into bloody chunks if their master was so inclined. Assuming he didn’t have other plans for her.

Everything about this felt surreal. She’d been plucked off the dock and whisked away by what had at first glance looked like a pink cloud, but then she’d found herself wrapped in a near-crushing embrace. Then she heard the horribly familiar laugh that sent shivers of terror and disgust down her spine.

Now she was in what looked like the living room of a fancy villa, the man who had haunted her captain for over a decade inspecting her bindings appreciatively. It turned her stomach, especially when he mentioned “unwrapping” her. Not for the first time she felt grateful for the full coverage of her boiler suit, even if it wouldn’t offer much protection if he decided to slice through the thick fabric. But it was a placebo effect that gave a tiny bit of comfort in this awful situation.

“Presents are usually given,” she bit out weakly. As much as Ikkaku longed to cuss him out, survival instincts reminded her that she was in a precarious enough situation as it was. This was a man who scared Law. As if that weren’t enough, she’d once been captured and tortured by Joker’s men. Beaten, interrogated, and tortured at his behest, and if her captain hadn’t come when he did, she was pretty sure she would have been wrapped up and handed over to the Heavenly Demon. She could only hope that it wouldn’t take Law nearly a month to find and rescue her this time. And that she’d still be alive and in one piece when he did come for her.

[ncmvds]

||: Debts to Pay

||: plotted with @caelestisdemon 

The warm, expensive smell of the room caressed her face in a tender greeting, but it was fruitless in removing the chill of dread from Galatea’s skin as she peered into the room. Her jaw tightened for a fraction as her eyes landed on the man’s chair and her hand clenched the handle as if it were an anchor. It took her a moment to collect herself and steel her nerves for what she would have to do next. 

Her sister was never the most responsible sort of person. It had bewildered Galatea to find out her interest in criminal law. Apalla had given her signature grin when Nova questioned her ‘Well it takes one to know one’ she had said. That attitude had served her sister to a point, going forward with full confidence in every step even as Galatea held back. She could still remember the night Apalla came home, trembling with every word she stuttered out just like the little girl she used to be: the one Galatea had helped to raise. Her sister SHOULD have taken responsibility for the damage done to the infamous Doflamingo’s property, but she couldn’t. It was just another task placed on the older sister. 

With her heart pounding hard in her ears, Galatea let go of the door and took her first brazen step toward him. 

Then the next--

It felt as though her mouth was full of ash, even after she swallowed her anxiety. She gripped the shoulder strap of her purse  But still, she kept her eyes trained on the figure in front of her.

              and a third--

Galatea stopped abruptly, her heart in her throat as she addressed the man, slowly forming the words on her lips as if they were cold clay. 

“Mr. Doflamingo.”

[goshiikkuburcdo]

(Caelestisdemon) - " Why'd it have to be you Mihawk?" Actually, Doflamingo supposed it could be much worse. There were still others he knew would be overjoyed seeing him weak and brought low by his own body. Mihawk at least didn't seem like someone who'd be too keen at expressing his disdain for him so openly even after making himself a nuisance in the other mans life. He is interrupted by a bloody cough before he can dwell further. " You considerin' on putting me out of my misery or what? Or is that too merciful?" (Mihawk gets a Dying!Doffy)

Mihawk regarded the apparently now mortal man before him. He truly seemed much more human in his end. He wasn’t sure how that made him feel.  Doquixote had been the architect of this final design. Surely he couldn’t have been truly shocked at what had become of himself.

“Was there someone else you’d hoped for? I hadn’t thought there were many of your people left to you.”  Considering most were defeated, dead or having flung themselves to a far corner of unknown places to escape the same fates. Mihawk didn’t know all the small details of his life before becoming what he was nor had he ever cared to prod at the past. It wasn’t of his concern. He was curious none the less. Did he have hopes and wishes or was he perhaps attempting to avoid someone and seek a dreary unbothered place to expire at...

Not once did he cringe away. the wet cough sounded horrific and uncomfortable so with a sigh Mihawk dug out a paisley print cloth napkin from the depths of his jacket and offers it over.

“Donquixote are you requesting mercy? How unlike you.” He expected more fight from the other. He isn’t surprised at the assumption made however. “While at the best times you have been obnoxious. I am not your judge and jury. Nor do I care to play at executioner. I would instead advise you to perhaps look for whatever peace and acceptance possible.” He wondered if Donquxote believed he even deserved mercy. 

[mediicusvitae]

Lamy has literally zero self-preservation and somebody needs to make her shut up before she gets herself killed tbh. 

[son-of-beast]

@caelestisdemon​:

" Oh so you think you can handle it hm? Considering who you're related to I wouldn't be surprised, but we'll have to see just what you're made of then won't we?"

Doflamingo didn't know much about Kaido's son considering circumstances, but he at least knew he existed, plus it was interesting to learn he was an item with Law's sister.

Seeing a challenge, Doflamingo decided they should start out with something a bit of a Wano classic with some sake, since there wasn't a point in starting off too strong right away. Maybe by the end of the night Doflamingo will learn something new if not get to fall into comfortable delirium.

" Just for tonight, I'll agree to let your precious girlfriend alone and not bother her to drink with me seeing as you're so eager."

“None have defeated me in a contest of drink before.” Not that many people had the gall to challenge Yamato to such a herculean task on the liver. He was confident in his inhumane alcohol-handling abilities, but he was not one to underestimate a worthy opponent. This battle shall be legendary.

“Bring on the first bottles, we will drink deep tonight!” If anything terrible happened... at least his girlfriend and her brother were doctors so he was covered... probably. He eagerly went for the first cask and would have it all down in no time flat. Sake was as child’s play to him.

[citrus-himmel]

How Attractive Are You?

❝ I call bullshit. I'm definitely a lot higher than that... but 63 is better than 62. ❞

Tagged by Stolen from: @caelestisdemon Tagging: All of you. Every single one. >:)

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@caelestisdemon​ asked: Doflamingo thought he'd found a nice corner to die in seeing as he was far beyond being able to save himself, somewhere quiet where he'd at least have the dignity of going quietly and relatively unseen. Peering up at this woman he'd used to enjoy tormenting so much made him realize how much the world no longer saw fit to owe him shit and that instead it ought to hammer in his demented brain how mortal he truly was... Far from a god he claimed himself to be. "You so much as think about taking a step closer and I'll-" A loud coughing fit interrupted his words, blood splattered to the floor and he reeled his head back to continue glaring seeing as talking wasn't going to work. The threat still remained however, because a dying predator still had claws to put to use until it's dying breath.

Unprompted

In most situations, Ikkaku would consider herself foolish for going down a dark alley to investigate mysterious groans and a trail of blood. After all, it usually led to trouble. But her curiosity had been piqued further when she saw a few mangled pink feathers poking out of the puddles of crimson viscera.

Charcoal eyes widened at the sight of Doflamingo crumpled on the ground, blood dribbling down his chin as he hacked and coughed up what sounded like his lungs. 

Perhaps if it had been anyone else, Ikkaku would have shown compassion. She’d often been told she had too soft a heart for a pirate, not really finding much enjoyment in watching people suffer or die. True, sometimes it was necessary and unavoidable, but when she could look away, she did.

Except this time. Doflamingo was a rare, despicable exception where her moral compass was concerned.

Full lips spread into a shark-like smile worthy of her ancestors. Her eyes twinkled with glee and malice that would make her captain proud. Joker, the monster that had haunted Law for over a decade, who had managed to withstand his most powerful attack despite all odds and logic, was dying. She was no medical expert, but she’d seen Law test out that attack before. The Gamma Knife should have killed the bastard instantly, his awakened Devil Fruit powers having somehow managed to keep him alive. When she’d first heard Law explain that despite his best efforts, the his nemesis had survived, she’d cursed whatever gods saw fit to deny her captain his deserved victory and peace.

Now she saw that perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise.

"Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got no need to get closer,” she said, tone sickeningly sweet. For emphasis, she took a few steps back, to the opposite wall of the alley, sitting down on a few crates. Crossing her legs and getting comfortable, she pulled out her miniature visual den den mushi. As much as she intended to enjoy the show, there was one person who she knew needed to see this more than her. She’d record this whole slow, humiliating death and present the video footage to Law so he could watch it over and over and over again. Perhaps they’d make popcorn and make a movie night with the rest of the crew over it. “I want you completely in frame. Carry on. I’m sure you’ll completely forget I’m even here while you’re busy dying in agony.”