#THANK YOU SOSO MUCH TO THE ONE PERSON WHO PAID FOR THIS

[thekenikaridevblog]

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KENIKARI SOLD. IT SOLD FOR MONEY. SOMEONE PAID MONEY FOR KENIKARI. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD

[coveofsecrets]

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛"

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-> Donquixote Doflamingo and Donquixote Rosinante

-> Warnings: Dressrossa spoilers, swap au, death, violence

-> Word count: 1.5k

-> Weehehehheeeee I have finished this!! Donquixote Swap Au belongs to @anongalactic and I suppose this also counts as a gift??? Because the au is. Soso yummy. And I love it so much it gave me brainworms. Thank you Anon for letting me write this!! This was super difficult to write because I haven't written for either character, let alone a swap au, but I had fun!! Now I'm just nervous, haha. But anyways! I hope you all enjoyyyyyy

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Looming frowns and carefree smiles.

Curtained eyes and blocked irises.

The Donquixote brothers, eerily similar by appearances, yet bizzaringly different by personalities.

One quieter than the other, one more cruel than the other, one more of a shut-in than the other…

It’s almost whiplash, seeing them side-by-side.

How one face is full of sharp laughter and jovial movements, while another is abundant with long silences and robotic motions.

One brother fills any silence inside of a room, and the other creates that silence.

For the other, his silence is not only in his lack of words, but how he treats his subordinates.

Failure is not punished, but it is not praised, either; the same goes for success.

His subordinates follow him, they die for him, because of the little effort he puts in.

Those deprived of basic love, those who’ve been outcast, those on the verge of death…

Rosinante comes to them, or they come to him, and he gives them a little something.

A treat.

An incentive.

I know what you feel, he tells, I know what you’ve been through. Let me be the place to fulfill your desires at.

And no matter how bad that place might be, no matter how violent it may be, it is still a place for the damned to call home.

It is a place for the unfortunate to be molded and twisted to what Rosinante desires.

The tiny bit of approval he may give, the chance for acknowledgment, is what causes them to tear themselves apart.

After all, he gave them a home.

He gave them a purpose.

He gave them life.

So it’s only fair for these ‘favors’ to be paid back, right?

If you don’t, you’re just as useful as trash, and The King has no sympathy for subjects who do nothing except pollute his halls.

It’s how Rosinante learned.

He wasn’t smart enough to cure his mother of her disease, he wasn’t strong enough to protect his father from getting shot, and he wasn’t useful enough to his brother.

He was useless, and thus, he got left behind by everybody he loved.

This abandonment, these feelings that arose from it… it explains how Rosinante interacts with Doflamingo like a stuffed animal.

Unwilling to part with it, always holding the thing near him, almost as if as soon as he lets it go, his beloved stuffy will disappear, never to be found again.

It happened once, and it’ll happen again.

So, Rosinante keeps his elder brother close to him; makes his seat next to his, spends all his free time near him- it brings him a sense of comfort, knowing that Doflamingo is actually here, and he’s not going to leave.

Nobody can see Rosinante’s eyes underneath his hair, but Doflamingo can catch glimpses of his younger brother’s gaze to the elder.

It’s… intense. Like a cat watching their prey, eyes wide and pupils shrunken, waiting for just the right moment it decides to move even an inch away.

His looking is not malicious, but desperate. Somebody who has left him came back, and Rosinante will be damned if he let this opportunity go to waste.

For The King to reach such a state like this, in the time he had been away from The Jester- the guilt eats away at Doflamingo.

Gun cold in his hand, younger brother wailing across from him, blood decorating the floor underneath him…

The nightmares will never stop.

Always, always, Doflamingo manages to make up a cold sweat, icy nails wrapping around his beating heart and squeezing until he cannot breathe. The mistress of remorse whispers in his ears, never forgetting the betrayal he has committed to his family, cheating them out of the lives they should’ve had.

God.

He shouldn’t have acted like a spoiled brat.

He shouldn’t have killed his father for a chance at being allowed back to Marejois.

He shouldn’t have abandoned his younger brother to fend for himself on the streets, because look as to what’s happened to him now: tangled up with all the wrong kinds of people, scars all over his neck and chest, and isolation to the worst degree.

Oh, if he hadn’t left Rosinante behind, his baby brother would’ve been a distinguished man, a kinder man, a man who wanted to protect all, rather than hurt them.

But now, because of Doflamingo’s stupid actions, Rosinante’s turned into this.

The Jester’s guilt is a reason why he indulges in his captain’s need to keep him close.

It’s also, in a sense, a yearning for what was once before.

Once before, when a younger Rosinante would ask for Doflamingo’s sweet hugs; once before, when a younger Rosinante would cry in his big brother’s arms; once before, when a younger Rosinante could rely on a younger Doflamingo for protection.

Once before, when things were better.

That yearning, that need, is also a part of the reason why the elder decided to go on this mission, to get Rosinante behind bars.

One part of it is to stop his brother from committing the mass atrocities he’s committing, but another is an almost… childish reason that maybe, just maybe, if the two reunited, everything can go back to normal.

Rosinante doesn’t need to do this, he doesn’t have to burn the world down! He can have a fresh start. He can be… him, again.

Doflamingo needs Rosinante to be him again.

He needs it like he needs his mother on those lonely days, he needs it like he needs his father on those hard days, he needs it like he needs his brother on those terrible days.

He just.

He needs his brother back.

He can put in a good word, take Rosinante under his wing, keep a close eye on him just as he’s done before.

Doflamingo is always one to give second chances.

Whether it’s pirates begging for their lives, or traitors pleading they’ll do better… for anybody against the Marines, oddly enough, if he judges they’re being sincere, Doflamingo will provide a mercy.

Take them under his wing, placing them under his watchful eye; he pleads their case to Sengoku, convincing the man more often than not that if he can change from a cold-blooded murderer, than these people can, too.

This opportunity is a freedom, but also a new cage.

Watching them closer than he does to any other new recruit, Doflamingo practically logs everything they do;  their every move, every meal, every individual they talk to.

He is the shadow that follows them at every moment- stalks them, really. Any wrong move, and it shall devour all it touches.

A second chance was wasted, so why should Doflamingo give a third? Honestly, he’d be stupid to trust them again- it’d just be a waste of time and resources.

Other than that, though, Doflamingo is kind to his other subordinates.

The Commander regards those lesser than him with respect, encourages those who are beaten down by the system, and acts fatherly to anybody younger than him; he is their shoulder to cry on, their safe haven, in difficult times.

Everybody loves him, everybody wants to be around him.

He’s almost like a celebrity, across the Marine force.

Even on the battlefield.

To anybody going with him on a mission for the first time, seeing how he interacts with them to then seeing how he attacks his enemies almost gives whiplash.

Dancing with the enemy like a puppeteer, taunting them with personal jabs and insults, keeping them on the edge of death like it’s a tightrope- he’s fucking insane!

It's almost like these life-or-death scenarios are like a game to him.

Which, they are.

He finds them really fun, being able to toy with his enemy as he pleases, and also not receiving any backlash from his higher ups (except for his adoptive father, who just seems disappointed in him)!

But hey, at least he carries out justice in the way the Marine system values; with any means necessary.

Starting a whole coup d’état behind the scenes, or outright beheading the leader of an organization, Doflamingo will use whatever it takes to uphold the peace of the world.

When it comes to him, mercy is not a word in his vocabulary.

It’s why a lot of people look up to Doflamingo, but also fear him.

They fear how he treats those he deems not worth his time, those who declare themselves enemies of the government, those who betray his ideals.

He and his brother are similar in the strict upholding of their values, but anything else, they completely diverge on.

It is why, in this masquerade, they are called The King and The Jester.

A cruel kindness, and a kind cruelty.

[earthylight]

green, blue, purple. go.

ohmygoodness that’s so many and I’m so soso appreciative. bless you, anon.

green- what’s your favorite thing to do outside?I really really love just going out and walking. especially when I’m by myself and it’s really quiet. it makes me feel at one with nature and I love it. do you like camping?NO!!!! ohmygod I hate camping so much. not only do I have the biggest irrational phobia of bugs but I’m also a hygiene freak. I’ve been camping ONCE and I LOATHED not being able to shower that often bc the closest shower was like a mile away and it was in a public bathroom and that’s a big no thanks. AND it poured and I was in a tent and it was so hard to sleep bc of rocks and then the tent flooded and also there was a cockroach on my arm. so,,, yeah,,, I’m not a big fan lmao. what would you spend $1,000 on?oh gosh that’s so hard. there’s so many things, but I’d probably have to go with a trip to Europe bc I’ve been planning on going since sixth grade and it’s literally always been my dream to see the world. I just feel like there’s so much to see, and I don’t want to miss out on any of it. what’s your job or what do you want to do as your job?well, I don’t have a job, BUT I’ve always wanted to perform on Broadway or at least perform shows and get paid for it. but I mean before I get there some smaller things I’d like to do would be work at this vegan bakery near me and also a florist shop bc I love flowers and also pastries and coffee. what’s your favorite article of clothing?skfjekkskfjs hmmmm I’d have to say that currently it’s this skirt I just recently got that’s some material that’s really really soft (idk what it’s called) and it’s tan and it buttons up all the way and it goes down almost to my knees and just akfjkskfks I love it sm.

blue-what do you do when you’re sad?I guess it depends on the type of sadness. I think most of the time I let myself feel it for a little bit. I sing/play/listen to songs that describe exactly what I’m feeling, I write everything down or vent to someone I trust, or sometimes I just sit and cry. but when I’m feeling a sadness that I want to go away, I’ll get on tumblr and reblog pretty/positive things, I’ll watch funny things on youtube or netflix, or I’ll talk to a friend about anything and everything. what are some things you do when you can’t sleep?usually I’ll listen to guided sleep meditations bc I find those super helpful for relaxing my body and mind, but if I try that and it doesn’t work at all and I try laying in bed for hours and there’s no hope of me sleeping then I sometimes go take a shower bc showers really calm me down. what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?ughhhh that’s soso hard,,, uhhhh,,, probably whenever I had a sleepover with my best friend at the time and we stayed up ALL. NIGHT. just talking and then we tried to watch the sunrise but my mom for some reason was awake at 6 am and happened to go outside right as we went onto my balcony which is right above the front door and so she totally called us out for being up all night and we were like whoops. what kind of covers do you have on your bed?oh nooo ewww okay so I’ve had the same comforter since I was like TEN bc I haven’t had a need to get a new one (BUT I’m getting a new one soon and it’s gonna be white with embroidered flowers on it), but anyways my comforter now is the ugliest shade of pink you can imagine with purple stars all over it and on the other side it’s an ugly ass purple with like even bigger stars on it. who was the last person you told a secret to?oof I guess that depends on what counts as a secret???? gosh I don’t even think I have any secrets like there’s nothing that I’d be like NO THIS CANNOT GET OUT EVER, ya know?? I mean,,, there’s this super tiny thing that I’ve only really told like one person so I guess that counts. so the last person I told a secret to was my best friend, Ty.

purple-what’s your astrological sign?aquarius!!!what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?oh goodness, dude, like,, I’ve received so much good advice, I don’t even remember all of it bc usually after I take that advice to heart and implement it into whatever the situation was that needed advice then I don’t think about it much again??? but the best piece of advice that I’ve gotten that I can remember and has affected me the most recently was that if it’s meant to be it’ll be. my grandma told me a story about how her and my grandpa were super on and off but kept running into each other, but it was like every time they’d get together the timing just wasn’t right bc they both still had growing to do. then they finally got together for the last time and stayed together for 49 years until my grandpa passed away. my grandma told me that there’s no need to worry about my future because it will all work out the way it’s supposed to. when was the last time you followed your instincts?ummmm back innnnnn,,, March/April. I had met someone who I felt there was no way I could not be meant to be with, and my instincts told me to pursue something with them, so I did. sometimes though I tend to not trust my instincts bc I’m scared they’re wrong which is so dumb bc there’s not been a single time in my life when they’ve been wrong. what’s your favorite food?PASTA SALAD!!! ooh or dirty rice mmmannnddd what’s your secret dream?to write something. whether that be a book or a movie or a screenplay. I’ve always had a passion for writing, but as I’ve grown up I’ve started to doubt my talent more and more, and I’ve been focusing more on performing, so I haven’t written anything except for shitty poetry in years.

thank you so much for the ask, anon!!!! I’m so sorry it’s so long lmaoI hope you have a wonderful day/night!! 💕✨