#heavenlyborne

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@heavenlyborne​ asked:✏️ (You know this bitch just had to!)

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! (Still Accepting!)

Ikkaku: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing. Shalria: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

(bonus)

Shalria: Hi- Ikkaku: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

[mediicusvitae]

“If you so much as breathe into Bart’s or another Heart’s direction I will break each and every one of those heavenly fingers.”

[bcignt]

A hot cocoa with cinnamon and nutmeg for @heavenlyborne​​

         ❝ A-Ah! I huh... A nice, warm and welcoming cocoa for you, miss... ❞ That was probably the only thing warm and welcoming from Sweet City.

[medicus-mortem]

@heavenlyborne​ asked: If we're talking about how horrible Law is, I still love that drabble you wrote a while back with him catching up to the royals of Flevance. They might be older now, with children and grandchildren of their own but that didn't stop the Surgeon of Death from exacting his own brutal justice against those that had left the country and all it's people to burn. Delightfully nasty, and honestly, would many people choose differently if they'd gone through everything Law had? 

Unprompted

Thank you! That whole situation had been sitting in my brain for ages. I’d finally got around to putting it out. I definitely wanted to show just how driven by his anger and hate he really is. To display his inability to show mercy or even hesitate when he wants to hurt someone. This moment was of course different to his usual shows of general cruelty because of that need for vengeance, but Law is very much capable of providing that level of suffering to anyone who he deems deserve it. Which, honestly, could be almost anyone in his mind.

And maybe most people would but you can never truly know how you’d react to what he’s been through. People respond to trauma differently and Law just happened to have the drive and the will to set himself onto the revenge path.

[afailedkingsheart]

:: Would you Kindly [ no longer accepting ]

@heavenlyborne​ ​ ​         " Would you kindly behave as you are supposed to being a Celestial Dragon? "

❧ It had been a difficult journey getting to the island of eternal spring. The place renowned for their beauty products and glamor but more importantly, their narcotics and hallucinogens that Law was deeply intrigued by and wanting to get his hands on. Whether it would be for himself or his experiments was both a concern and a curious invitation that Cora had to admit he wasn’t quite opposed to denying. 

The fields smelled of fruits and freshly cut grass as the wind carried the fragrance across the rather busy street mall that was both in a roar with business, but more worrisome, the practiced praise of the Celestial Dragons who claimed this land and their exports for their own value. Tributes and tours a common occurrence on this island, so much so they had learned to hide their families who were considered even remotely attractive or stash their most precious heirlooms so the wandering eyes of the gods wouldn’t take them away forever. 

It was unbearably stressful despite the beauty this town held. But it seemed to always be that way when it came to beautiful and bustling locations. Always hiding a dark secret. 

Fingers pressed against his lips as he licked off the last of the filling of his crepe. Setting the plate down on the filigree iron table before teal hues looked past lavender shades to stare at the Celestial that curiously decided to present herself. He had long been detached from those people who pranced around at the top of the world pretending they were gods, but her words came to him like a ghost. Fingers digging into the back of his spine and sending a chill he could only recall sensing when his father first told them about their big move. 

The crest of her family was displayed proudly on her outing garb. That bubble protecting her from the “tainted air” mortals breathed as if breathing the same air would contract some deadly disease. Or so he remembers his uncle feverously screaming about to his father when he had dismissed the idea of taking royal garbs with them.

It was peculiar yet suddenly, that fear of his old family was gone. Those memories of woes and worries erased. As if he too was merely taking a vacation here with his family. If he was supposed to act like a Celestial, it only meant he had the power of a Celestial. 

Fingers curled around the icon chair as he lifted himself up slowly. In no rush to run away or fear for his life like he became accustomed to after all these years. And for the first time in his entire life. He understood exactly how his brother felt. 

Like a god.

A shot rang out, breaking the calmness of the field as smoke billowed from his flintlock. Holding it steady as a smile all too familiar, all too recognizable, grew across his face. Blood oozing from the stunted girls body where he had shot her. As a warning. The uncanny resemblance him and his brother shared. Like twins, from their smile to the way they looked at those who were unworthy to walk this world. Like a god from Hell who remembered how unstoppable they truly were.

He had some cleaning up to do.

[littlemissleapyear]

@heavenlyborne​ asked: 👄 + Doflamingo?

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character {Accepting} 

        🕷It took a lot for the new songstress to not spit her tea back into cup at the Celestial Dragons question. Sure it wasn’t odd for a random question to pop out of her mouth now and again but this seemed like a direct strike for some reason. A heaviness the spider couldn’t really place, like stumbling on something one shouldn’t talk about. 

           Why did it matter? Doflamingo was one of the warlords, they did work for the world government and she did work for him. It was also no secret who was funding her rise to fame either. The blond had picked her up out of the gutter of her life and given her a second chance and this one far better then her previous captain. 

            She was lucky to not be in jail with Crocodile right now after all. Still, Layla went back to her tea sipping it and looking for the words. Weaving them slowly before presenting them. This was her captain and the head of her new family after all. 

            “He’s a very charismatic man, full of a light I’ve never seen in a person before. His planning and forethought are even rarer. He holds his family and kingdom in great regards and care. I have a real home and family for the first time in my life. Not just people I ‘tolerate’.” The spider went back to sipping her tea,” That and he’s ever so easy on the eyes, full color spectrum or not~ Who doesn't like a man whos mere precise speaks before him?” 

              “.....I have to say that becoming a business partner of his as well was a bit of a shock to the system but it works out. I don’t have to go to the ends of the seas for work anymore, I get to keep my nice tight knit circle of clients. He’s even helped with my preforming career....then again i’m sure that’s been noted even up here....” Layla had taking a few private performances for a few of the Celestial Dragon households even before Doffy had helped make her name bigger. 

               “Do not fear though, even though he keeps me busy I shall always have time for you Your Enlightenment~” Besides it seemed that the warlord wanted to keep his hands washed of theses trips as much as possible. He didn’t say it but there was always intensities in the air when explaining that Shalria had called upon her once more.   🕷

[selccuth]

@heavenlyborne​​ sent:

*: ･ﾟ✧ 90 loaded questions / interview the muse. // 68. What emotion motivates you the most when you’re down? 90 loaded questions.

However brief, however fleeting, a semblance of feeling flickers behind gold and then fades beneath a matte color. There was no time to feel. Every waking moment was meant to be consumed by action, some kind of purpose, down to such minute detail that even a fine eye may gloss it over. ❝ Loyalty. ❞ Spoken swiftly and simply, consideration for anything outside of familial dedication ground into dust. ❝ What does any other feeling matter? It is of little importance compared to service. ❞ It was the only thing Pica knew, that he held any genuine feeling for. Empathy was a lethal thing. They had all seen it firsthand. To subject oneself to sensations soft and exposed invited mortality and wounds upon the flesh, threatened the foundation of stability and unbroken rule. It made an unstoppable hand of destruction shatter upon its forceful impact like glass. He wanted nothing of it. ❝ That is all I care about. ❞

[umbrx]

It was an old painting, one that had been completed long before she'd even been born. In it, the Donquixotes stood noble and proud, their golden hair and white clothing shining against the bright blue skies and white clouds of the Holy Land. At least the clothing had once been gleaming white; the paint had aged over the years since the family's departure long ago, before the painting had then been stuffed somewhere out of sight and mind. It arrived inside a box, wrapped up but relatively untouched along with a few final possessions and trinkets that had been left behind that day. || @heavenlyborne​

A present from an unknown source, Gladius had told him. Untouched, pristine, wrapped and secure from the world. His family had no intention of peeking, it was a SMART move not to touch what was his.

There he was, alone in a private room, a wine glass in hand as he looked at what once was. What was destroyed, TAKEN.

He looked at himself first. The only one that mattered, the only one who understood truly who they were and where the world was supposed to be - under their feet. He was a god, he still was a god. Different from the rest. One that was to bring destruction, war, hate. One who loved CONTROL, and the one who knew the value of those around him. It was a shame he was so young back then, otherwise he would’ve never let that tragedy happen. He was aware of the world, more than any other Celestial Dragon, and even as a child he knew POWER. He knew what one sentence uttered publicly from his lips meant. A collision of the world they knew. TRUTH that would shake the world. He was simply the only one he needed. The only one to prevail.

Gaze shifted to the left, where his younger brother was. So short compared to their parents, even to Doflamingo. He was ignorant of the world around him, always hiding behind Doflamingo or mother’s skirt. He was someone that needed to be PROTECTED. From the world and himself. He was willing to do that for him, be the protection he needed. He was his little brother, his responsibility. NO ONE was able to keep him safe like he could, and that was only proved by his constant care when their poor excuse of a father brought them into that hellhole. HE was the one to keep him safe and fed. HE was the one that was always with him, that provided comfort and strength when no one else could. They shared a BOND, one so beyond what most could even imagine. It was REAL, his brother was real and he thought it would always stay that way. That even when their ways parted, once they found each other again, it would be like nothing changed. That bond would PREVAIL. Yes, his brother was kind and sensitive, but he OWED his loyalty to his brother. Until Sengoku brainwashed him and his naive little brother came to a conclusion that putting his only true family behind bars was the way to make the world a better place. He gave him a chance, he really did. Multiple, actually, and his brother failed every single time. Until Doflamingo decided it was over. His brother was a fool, a hanging man. Used by the system he served, and with ideas as equally DELUSIONAL as their father.

Then came she, the mother. She was just as much of a failure as his brother. She was an intelligent woman, educated. She was the warmth his brother needed in his life, and she was the one who was supposed to STOP the idiocy of their father. Instead, she complied, she decided to follow him. LOVE had blinded her, blinded her REASON and common sense. What was she thinking when she agreed to such a life? She, a spoilt brat just like any other Celestial Dragon to live among common trash? Who wrote this comedy? She was, just like his brother and father, WEAK. She couldn’t even protect her children from evident doom. If he, a young boy could see it, how couldn’t she? It was a great loss, but she deserved to DIE. He didn’t want her to, not when he was a kid, and he blamed it all on their father, but she was equally GUILTY. The older he got, the more he realised how pathetic both of his parents truly were. What fools they were. A disgrace to family name, the SPECTACLE probably had a few ancestors rolling in their graves. It was tragic to see, let alone admit, that his mother was plain and boring. A woman that wasn’t able to hold her ground or opinion, if she even had any. He should’ve questioned her why she did what she did before she died. Surely, she knew what was to happen, she had to have some gut feeling about it. She still DIDN’T act at all, she COMPLIED. He respected her position of mother, but not her actions.

And then came he in his view. The REASON he was even looking at this family painting in Dressrosa. He was, frankly, the most pathetic excuse of a man Doflamingo had ever seen and he has seen many. The WEAKLING, the IDIOT himself. How this man was able to form a coherent thought was beyond him, but somehow with his pea-sized brain he was able to get to this WONDERFUL idea of living like trash. One thing he was right was referring to him as trash. He was trash, an impostor POSING as a Celestial Dragon. He didn’t have what it took to conquer the world, he didn’t have the balls to do EVERYTHING to protect them. He was a failure, failure of a god and failure of a father. That one shot wasn’t enough of a punishment to kill him. It was a quick death, it didn’t make him SUFFER enough. It was too late for that, but in another life, perhaps. Doflamingo was, frankly, slightly pissed they shared the gene pool, and was secretly hoping his mother cheated on him and had him with someone BETTER. She deserved better. His brother and he deserved better. His father though, he deserved the worst of Hell.

Doflamingo took a sip from his glass, walking over to a set of matches. The glass was left on the table as his fingers moved to slice the painting in tiny pieces and stack them up.

The painting burnt slowly, fading, DISAPPEARING. Just like all of them disappeared. He had forgiven them, all of them. They weren’t important anymore. Only the POWERFUL one remained. The only conqueror, the only king, the only god. The only one in the whole family who wasn’t someone’s sacrificial lamb but had others lined up for him.

The box of trinkets would be thrown out and destroyed too. There was nothing of importance there.

However, his lips lifted in a smirk, it was obvious from WHERE the gift had arrived from. That was rather a BOLD move on their part, trying to piss him off when one sentence from his lips could destroy their whole role and purpose. The old wankers wouldn’t have DARED, which meant it was done by someone YOUNGER, someone UNAWARE of whom they were poking.

He was intrigued, he’d bite. Tighten the leash he had on them, a simple REMINDER of what they were doing, and then dig out the ONE who sent the present. Doflamingo chuckled as he reached the wine glass, gazing over the window towards the sky. Who was it that wanted to become his PET so badly? What masochist wanted to be hurt by him so BADLY?