#lunalyt

[sylvva]

♞ 𓏬 walks past Tomoe ( @sunbcrned ) && Marco ( @lunalyt ) and gags at this gross display of sweetness.

[muselexum]

Akane and Rosa (@lunalyt)

[artreflex]

Just two adorable sisters napping, and three of their doting older brothers.❤️

Thank you to @lunalyt​ for our many years of friendship. I also want to say thank you for creating and sharing Rosa with the world. I’ve come to love her so dearly, only outshined by my love for you. (*＞ｖ＜)ゞ*゜

[xamassed]

Anita ( and the other Straw Hats, I’ll bet ) might not be able to reach Rosa and celebrate her birthday with her in person, but I can bet you that she will blow out her lungs shouting out the biggest

             “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSA——!!”

just in case the intent and feeling behind it can reach her. / @lunalyt

[borsalika]

@lunalyt​:     ❝you're going to hurt my feelings-yoi~❞

     ❝     oooh  ~  my  apologies!  would  you  rather  i  hurt  your  body  instead. . ?     ❞

[dutycall]

@lunalyt​: ❝ . . . not now-yoi❞ he grumpy.

“Got told to button up again or what.“ And she’s tactless as ever, but what can we do.

[scarlethaki]

[ I spent a long time last night going through my older blog and reading through the stuff there. I felt a lot of nostalgia not just for the writing, but the amount I used to draw, so I wanted to ease myself back into it with some sweet pre-marineford-war-trauma sisters. 

I will forever love these two. ]

[umbrx]

She hadn't been on the seas for long but even a bit of a rookie like Rosa can still recognize a warlord when she sees one, especially one as notorious as Doflamingo — she's nervous but he's a guest on their ship for the moment and is on good terms with their first division commander so she doesn't deem him a threat — and she too would make an effort to be hospitable; considering it her duty as one of Whitebeard's children. ❝Is there a particular song you would like to hear, Mr. Doflamingo?❞ she shyly wondered, addressing him from before her usual seat in front of the piano. ❝Perhaps, a song from your home?❞  || ( preskip rosa ; for the inbox call :3 hope this works ) @lunalyt​​​

Doflamingo usually liked to keep things professional, however, he knew that in order to have a long lasting business, he also needed to work on the connections he had created. Products and shipments were one thing, his quality was always top-notch, but planning ahead to keep the clientele was also just as important. Business partners could be fickle and their loyalty was hard to buy. The extent of that loyalty only to business and deals, nothing more.

Just as his loyalty as the seller didn’t go further than having the deal sealed and respected.

Whitebeard’s crew did fall into particular category of acquaintances before he made his name known, so on an occasion when his den den mushi rang with nothing but premise of good time, IF free and in the mood, he would indulge Marco and drop by. Naturally, being friendly with an Emperor did have its benefits, but Whitebeard was just as aware of that as Doflamingo was, and would from time to time remind him, the BRAT as he would call him, on whose ship he stood. Doflamingo found it AMUSING, the idea of someone threatening him as laughable as it was pesky, still a form of RESPECT was created between them over time. He referred to it as respect, but sometimes wondered if it was GENUINE respect or FORCED; on both sides.

With yet another call from the mythical bird he found himself on Moby Dick, enjoying a drink and talking with crew mates, until a small voice asked for his time, and Doflamingo shifted his attention to her. He didn’t recognise her, and figured she was a new member of Whitebeard’s family.

CUTE, SOFT. She was the embodiment of the words, from her voice to her ivory skin and royal eyes, strawberry blonde waves and petite figure, and the eyes of GOD found her pleasing. A smile tugged on his lips, and another sip of sake burned down his throat, a content hum soon following. ❝ Dressrosa is more inclined to the sounds of guitar, castanets, maracas and accordion. Its instrument reflect the nature of its people. ❞

HEAVEN, however, was different. The sounds of lyre, harp, organ, piano, and violins were dominant, much different in tone and sound than guitars and castanets. Classical music, orchestra and theatre. All to his liking. ❝ I do enjoy classical music, and am in the mood for Tchaikovsky’s “Waltz of the Flowers”. You remind me of it, and it fits you, I’d say. ❞