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@heavens-sin asked ✔️ ( my muse will say what they think will fix yours.)
"Ewh." Where to even start with guy. Doflamingo is a lot of things but Luffy's not sure if he's fixable. "Well ... I don't think prison is gonna help ... maybe just die?" Yeah, that sounds good. "Try again, don't be so annoying next time."
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Being summoned individually by Doffy was not necessarily unusual, given their connection, but it still filled him with a very old sort of well-worn dread whenever his name was called. His brother's behaviour was unpredictable on a good day. And on a bad one...
Yet here he was, standing before Doflamingo and watching him carefully with tired, questioning rust-coloured eyes. After a moment or two without an answer, he pulled a notepad from his shirt pocket.
『 ARE YOU OK ? 』
fat tiddie metal head, why do i need a pick up line when i can pick you up at 7:30 (lip bite)
He's not going to deny any of those adjectives, but that is a hell of a lot of drunken Warlord, and very much not a man he wanted to hear anything out of. Jagged nose wrinkles further in disgust. "The only one who's gonna get picked up here is you, and I'm gonna launch that gangly pink ass into next fucking week."
"I'm gettin' drunk off your fumes alone."
@heavens-sin liked for a (from ages ago and I don't know who Donquixote is so I left it open) starter!
Resheathing his sword he rose, attention already focused on the other as his stance shifted slightly. Feet adjusting in the blood-soaked sand beneath him as he looked over his shoulder at the male that had appeared. "Who the fuck are you?"
@heavens-sin asked:
Straw hat- Don’t ask questions. And your answer will depend on the other brats life (/j) PUT ON THE MAID OUTFIT
" 'm Nika or somethin' now so this should be quick. "
Starter for: @heavens-sin
Routine is important to Luffy, it's the only constant he's ever had. He wakes up, showers, eats (sometimes with his father, sometimes without),dreads lessons then lunch, and another round of lessons followed by downtime before and after dinner then bed.
Simple and boring but it's his.
He's never been entirely sure what exactly his father does for work but when he was younger they moved often in the night. Luffy was small enough to carry then, he had fewer things to be attached to and even fewer people to call friends. What friends he does have are older, they work for his father but are nice by all accounts; Robin the most consistent of the pair but even she gets busy for long stretches of time. Sometimes, Luffy thinks she won't return and he'll be alone again. Doesn't want to admit that he's used to it, it's all he's ever known and with the way things are going the only thing he will know.
For the past seven years they had settled in Arabasta, Luffy left to his routine in the air conditioned comfort. The routine keeps him sane and shackled to this place. Now and then he overhears conversations he shouldn't, orders spoken in code, strange names and numbers. Knows Crocodile won't indulge his curiosity, snail receivers slammed loudly when he's barged into the man's office. It's odd but after so long it just is. Father is good to him, brings him offerings in the form of books even if he only cares for the pictures.
Luffy is frozen, eyes wide like a corned prey animal. The familiar steps between the library and dining room are blocked. If he had found something to curb his nightly boardam he would have run headlong into the man(?). Feet carry him backwards, the meger shield of an armchair better than nothing. The only guest outside of work his father's ever allowed in is Mihawk and then never unannounced. Gaudy patterned pants peek from under a needlessly large pink feather coat and he wants to place these feathers but can't in an adrenaline soaked brain. “He's—” voice cracks and he hastily clears his throat. “He's not here!” Luffy takes another step back, eyes never leaving the intruder. "So leave, get out."
The only transponder snail is in Crocodile’s office connected to the library, he's tried fiddling with it before but all random button pressing lead to Mr. Bones; the man of few words often at his father's side is a welcome sight now,a savior.
"How did you even get in here?" His voice is small, the scar on his cheek burning. A man had broken in before when he was young and thankfully he hadn't been home alone then. Surely he would have heard a breaking window or the smashing of reinforced doors?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 flickered erratically, bathing the streets in hues of sickly pink and electric blue. The air was thick with smoke — cigarettes and cigars mingling with the acrid scent of brimstone. .The room was suffused with a low, crimson glow, the kind of ambiance designed to intimidate and impress in equal measure. The V headquarters was a testament to the opulence born of sin — walls of deep velvet red, golden chandeliers dripping with unnatural light, and furniture that looked like it cost more than most souls in Hell could afford to wager. The dimly lit chamber reeked of decadence and desperation. Valentino's office was a study in sin, with its plush leather armchairs, sultry jazz playing faintly from a record player in the corner, and the faint, acrid scent of cigars lingering in the air. The kingpin himself lounged on a velvet divan, the glow of his ever-present cigarette illuminating his sharp, toothy grin. its embers reflecting on the moth's heart shaped glasses. Opposite him, defying the seriousness of the occasion, was a triangular figure that could only be described as unnervingly whimsical. Bill Cipher floated in place, his single eye blinking in mock patience as his yellow form shimmered faintly, as if the laws of Hell itself couldn’t quite decide how to hold him in place.
𖤐 ꒷៹ ₆⁶₆ ࣪ . › ࣪ . › ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Well, well, well ! ❞ the entity's voice rang out, a chaotic blend of amusement and condescension. ㅤ❝ You roll out the red carpet, set the mood lighting, and even bring out the big guns for little ol’ me. I must say, Valentino, you sure know how to flatter an anomaly ! ❞
@heavens-sin , summoned bill ! △
”Why does Doflamingo call you baby girl?” @heavens-sin
Anonymous sent: Send my muse "why does [NAME] call you babygirl?" for their reaction! // accepting
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 …. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 . . . the death surgeon froze mid-step, his hand tightening ever so slightly around the hilt of Kikoku. His golden eyes, sharp and calculating, narrowed into a dangerous sliver, a flicker of incredulous disbelief. The golden flecks in his eyes gleamed sharply, narrowing as if to dissect the question itself. His lips pressed into a thin line, jaw visibly tightening as if he were restraining the urge to respond immediately. A muscle in his cheek twitched, betraying his irritation. After a heartbeat of silence, he let out a slow exhale through his nose, his breath fogging slightly in the cool air.
❝ Excuse me ? ❞ His voice was low, deliberate, as if he was carefully enunciating each syllable in order to convey his absolute incredulity. He had heard the question perfectly clear but he found himself hoping that he had misheard. He had not. Law looked over his shoulder with a barely contained glare. His expression was carefully guarded, the look in his eyes a warning. An irritated frown. A slight twitch.
The sound of a sword being drawn.
The death surgeon's patience was already hanging on by a thread. The past several days had been hell, the lack of sleep had made him more irritable and restless than usual. He was exhausted, frustrated and on edge. He was not in the mood to deal with any bullshit - he could feel the vein in his temple throb.
And that was putting it lightly.
