#itosovrano

[citrus-himmel]

   ✉ @itosovrano said:    ❣ ~

[ Send ❣ and my muse will fill out the following... ] ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Death ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Murder ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Crushing ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Electricute ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Drown ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sic Luffy On

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

❣ - itosovrano

Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time (Still Accepting!)

@itosovrano​

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

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IF IKKAKU COULD GIVE NEGATIVE NUMBERS SHE WOULD!!!!!!!

[calmcorvus]

➤ @itosovrano

          This man stood above the others in many ways, height being the most obvious. But he carried himself differently, like echoes that Rocinante could hear from... somewhere. But where? There was a vague flashback of gold and clouds. There was something in the man’s face that looked a little like his father’s, maybe the nose? These questions and more remained solely in his mind as he watched the man. Not many adults came to a junkyard like this, not unless they were also poor or searching for something.

          The child wiped at his face with his arm where tears had cut through the grime on his cheeks, leaving visible streaks that were smudged even further now. He wasn’t sure of the other’s intention, having been hunted down and hurt by others just for existing even when he couldn’t wrap his head around why, but at least there was no visible weapon on the man. It was too late for him to truly run or scramble away to keep a safe distance however. So he looked at the other, quiet save for the occasional sniffle that just emerged out of nowhere, or maybe somewhere deep within himself, his stomach twisted in pain of ever-present hunger. It wasn’t within him to do much more than question the man and his motives, or something to try to ward him off.

          “I-I didn’t take anything, I swear.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

💝 ( itosovrano )

send in a ‘💝’ for a random special valentine’s day kiss (Still Accepting)

@itosovrano

1. on the back of the hand

The strings wrapped tight around her limbs practically danced her forward like a marionette no matter how hard she tried to resist. Ikkaku really, truly despised Doflamingo’s powers. Well, she despised everything about him, really, but his powers were especially infuriating.

She was a woman who valued her freedom. Who only followed the commands of Trafalgar Law. But the stupid Ito Ito no Mi stole that from her and forced her to act as a damn puppet. And what does this sick, twisted, garish, arrogant monster make her do?

Bow before him and kiss his hand. Like she was charmed to meet him, or showing some kind of devotion and subjugation.

Bile rose in her throat, but as satisfying as it would have been to spit on him, all she could do was glare up at his grinning face, grateful that at least his damn strings couldn’t alter her expression.

At least she still had the freedom to show her utmost hatred.

[dirtyandbeauty]

@itosovrano​ said:

💭

Send for thoughts.

“The flamingo??? I wasn’t gonna bother with ya until Luffy-senpai came along! It was the happiest day of my life!” He puffed before a surge of distaste came forth. “But your officer’s were a real pain!! I won’t ever let ya and your gross ‘family’ hurt his crew again!”

“I must agree with him about your... officers.” Cavendish truly believed he may have been a goner there! Although the Dressrosa situation had ended well for all of them, he couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. “You’re the most despicable kind of monster out there. If you ever make your way out of that prison, I’ll be the first coming for your head. Straw Hat was too merciful with you.”

[citrus-himmel]

   @itosovrano liked this for a dark!Nami starter!

There was a prominent sneer on the ginger's features as she sauntered through the vast halls of the palace, the sound of her heels connecting with the marble floor echoing almost too loud against the walls. One arm was crossed over her abdomen, just under her bust, with the elbow of her other propped in a hand. Her free hand was suspended in the air, twirling a small butterfly knife between her fingers. What her Young Master wanted of her so late into the evening was beyond her knowledge, but the timing was what had Nami in a sour mood. She was just about to turn in for the night, possibly enjoy a steaming, luxurious bath when one of the palace maid's entered her quarters, apologizing profusely and letting her know that Doflamingo wanted an audience with her. It was like he knew he was inconveniencing her, and that was probably the whole reason behind this little meeting. Obnoxious. ❝ I was told you wanted to see me? ❞ Nami asked, tone exposing her mild displeasure. As she walked into the Hall of Suits, her gaze drifted to one of the large windows stationed across from where the four chairs rested, the hulking figure of Doflamingo lounging on the sill of one.

[medicus-mortem]

@itosovrano​ liked [+] for a Corazon!Law starter.

   Trafalgar Law lounges upon the Heart Seat, black feathered coat bunched behind his head and long legs hanging over the arm rest. Eyes focus on the scalpel in his hand, the blade pushed under his own nail as he cleans some dirt out from under it. He lets out a heavy sigh, body slouching further. He’s been waiting here for far too long. Well, actually a couple minutes longer than he was expecting to and for someone who can be as controlling as he is that is a problem.

    He has work to do, trades to facilitate and bodies to harvest. The current Corazon of the Donquixote Family is a very busy man and his Young Master is aware of that. Which tells Law this is a power move, an attempt to irritate him so Doflamingo can make him aware of the control he has over him. It’s definitely something Law would do when dealing with his own subordinates. The two of them think alike, after all. So, guess he can’t be too mad. After all, he owes everything to his master.

   A click echoes through the empty chamber, a door opening to indicate someone entering. Golden eyes slide towards the entrance to see Donquixote Doflamingo stalking in. About damn time he decided to grace him with his presence. Law takes a deep breath, scalpel lowering but still getting twisted through restless fingers.

    “Finally,” Law groans, head falling back before he straightens again. Legs are swung off of the armrest, booted feet hitting the ground with a thud. He leans on a closed fist, elbow now settled on the armrest his legs once dangled over. The expression on Corazon’s face is a lazy one, but those golden eyes are always so attentive. “I was gettin’ so fucking bored. What’s this about Doffy? Better not be another project. Kinda got my hands full already.”

[medicus-mortem]

@itosovrano​ asked: " scum see scum, fu ffu ffu~ "

unprompted

   “Great, it’s the bird man. Get you’re ugly pink ass outta my face.”