#doflamingo sucks

[glowinlemon]

Someone take bro to therapy. It’s that or Imple down or whatever it’s fkn name is. Oh, wait- I guess he’s made his choice already

[luckyjorabbit]

I got a ipad now 🧍‍♀️ oh and I rly like these fluffy freaks too I guess

[sasanyaustala]

If you don't pay attention to doflamingo he will make you do it (that's a threat)

[buff-muffin]

List of Doflamgingo and Corazon headcanons cause doomed siblings

1. Both brothers have extremely expressive eyes, they got them from their father. You can always tell what their thinking by looking at their eyes. Dofi was aware of this from a young age realising he could never tell what his brother was thinking because his hair covered his eyes. So he started wearing sunglasses. This kept him from being readable and stuck with him all the way to adulthood. This however also impacted Rosi as the entire time he works under Dofi he wears glasses to not let his intentions be read and thoughts understood, but the second hes with Law alone after finding out hes a D he took them off and let himself be readable for Law if it made the boy feel safe.

2. Doflamingo was always rather strong for a child and that came from helping his younger brother out. There were countless times where Rosi wanted to hold his hand yet when he tripped he would drag Dofi down with him. So he got strong enough to be able to pull his brother back up and not be taken down with him

3. Rosi was super clingy when he was small. Before and after they suffered on the streets, physical touch was such a love language for him, Dofi while never fully comfortable with it, was always sure to hold him… Now Corazon hardly even leans on him. It makes an old wound of Dofi’s ache

4. When Corazon first reunited with Dofi and he had time to process the fact his brother had gone MUTE after what happened years ago. Dofi wasnt sure what to think. While he felt no guilt for what he did and put his brother through a part of him feels almost pity, thinking his crybaby of a brother managed to scavenge around on the streets and survive without uttering a word. He felt pity, maybe remorse yet pride. That his bumbling younger brother had grown strong

5. One thing Dofi found odd about Cora was why he didnt use sign language despite being mute. When asked Cora explained that he never found a reason to bother learning. After all its not like people are going to go out of their way to learn sign for a random hungry kid on the streets. Dofi made sure all the family knew basic and needed signs so his brother could communicate needs quicker. Things like ‘help’ ‘thank you’ and names.

6. The sign Dofi used to symbolise corazon wa s a fist over the heart that he would clench twice to mimic a heart beat. It always gave a twicted idea of squeezing a heart. Law on the other hand would knock on his chest slightly to the left as if to knock on his own heart, this was because on minion island it was getting hard for him to clench his fists and found that sign far easier. Cora loved it.

7. As much as Cora’s muteness made things more complicated. There was a power aspect of it that Doflamingo enjoyed. There was something about the fact he knew that that no matter how bad shit would get Cora wouldnt speak and he would not tell anyone of their life before hand made him feel powerful, in control. Cora could be kept on a close tight leash and that, in the end was the biggest reason he doubted Corazon to be the traitor. He truly though if his brother could not speak there was no way he could help the marines. Though the longer he was there and the realisation of his capability and strength slowly made him doubt that logic. Until he left and the marines stopped.

8. When they were children, Dofi was still a rather stuck up and serious kid, always waiting for the day he was an adult and could take charge. Rosi however was the only one who could make him laugh. It was this dark spell his brother always had in his back pocket. The faces he pulled, the little shows he put on all of it made Dofi laugh. Rosi pulled out all those same tricks to make Law laugh

9. It took Rosi a really long time to stop flinching at the sound of gun shots. While Sengoku was a reasonable parent and did not put Rosi though any kind of intense training until he was ready for it. Gunshots was one of the hardest things to help the boy overcome.

10. Rosi was always a quite kid. He was never particularly chatty or asked a lot of questions. Usually just making squeaks when he fell. But after what happened he was mute for a while with Sengoku. Afraid to speak up as his brother had found him weak for making noises crying. It took him a while and Sengoku was willing to work with him when he didnt speak, but Rosi found his voice and started speaking though still never often, When he ate the calm-calm fruit not much had changed in the talking regard

11. Rosi has used the calm bubble to scream and cry once in the privacy in his own room. Yes he knew what he signed up for as Doflamingo’s corazon. But that didnt mean his heart didn’t ache whenever he had to take lives or threatening innocence

12. Every time he had call check ins with Sengoku, Rosi’s voice would crack just a little, the lack of use taking its effect on his voice. Even Law heard it once or twice in the start of them travelling together.

13. Corazon originally had an identical feathered coat as Dofi, but between the fact it no longer made doflamingo look like the one on top, and Cora kept accidently burning the feathers. They switched him to black. Now no one can see the burn marks unless you really look

[shamblespirate]

Why all men in One Piece so freaking HUGE

I am adding my humble height for comparsion

[s0lemnhypn0s]

quite honestly im a hater(/hyperbole) of like most croc ships. the only croc ships that exist to me is crochawk and crocdaz. (and they were all trans men god bless peace and love)

(crocbug can stay.......... but the ice is thin. /joke)

[beanghostprincess]

I wanna write a Lawsan fic in which Law won't stop being annoying about Germa and info-dumping about it and, even if he says he hates it, talking about it all. The. Damn. Time. And Sanji snapping at him furiously and telling him something like "Could you shut the fuck up already?! You keep saying you hate Germa but as far as I know, you'd be on your knees to suck my brothers' cocks like the fanboy you are. Do you happen to lack hearing comprehension? I don't give a fuck what you say because your dumb comics were my whole fucking childhood, and I don't know how yours was, but mine wasn't pretty. I- Fuck. Look. Fuck you. You don't understand and you're not willing to understand and I'm sure you've never had to tell your own family to fuck off but it does a fucking number on you, so. Don't- Just- Just don't, okay? I need- I need a moment away from you" and he leaves Law feeling absolutely like shit because he didn't notice he was being so heartless to him. Sanji goes away and, since this happens in front of everyone, Zoro's like "Well done, man" and Law's just like "Shut the fuck up". Then there's a whole scene with Law apologizing but I'm saving that for the fic ngl.

[gatorgrumbles]

This bitch

[moongothic]

Okay but has anybody made a CrocHawk Beauty and the Beast AU

[asitrita]

There Were the Sad Boy 

And there was the sad boy. 

He didn’t recognized him at first. How could he? He looked nothing like the man he knew. 

Or maybe he did. Maybe he just didn’t know the man all that well. Maybe he never really cared to get to know him. Certainly not after what happened. 

He is a monster. Always has been. 

That was all he needed to know. 

That and that behind his glasses the man was always angry. 

But he wouldn’t say that the boy was angry, he was just sad. Well, sad, and maybe hungry, starving, and, sure, even a little bit angry too. 

But mostly sad.  

At first the boy seemed surprised, he looked at the place he was standing on as if expecting to find something - or maybe someone - else. 

He couldn't blame him, it wasn't as if he knew how he had ended up there either. One moment he was in his quarters and the next he was standing next to a wall – or rather, a colapsed wall - in what seemed to be the dirty slums of a godforsaken town. 

The boy's surprise soon turned to anger, he frowned, his thin blond eyebrows - almost invissible behind the dark glasses - arching and almost meting each other. The boy shot him a venenous glance, staring at him with murderous intentions. 

Too much rage for a child his age, he thought. 

He looked back at the boy in disbelief, resentment and animosity oozing from every pore of his skin, now that he knew who the boy was. 

The boy didn't back down. He stared at him, a too-bright a gleam in his hidden eyes, standing still, back straight and stiff, gritted teeth, clenched hands to his sides, bird-like arms tensed, as if he was about to throw a punch at him. His dirty and ragged cloths gave off an all-too-familiar odour.  

They smelled of rotten.  

They smelled of death.  

But he didn't care. 

He looked at the boy with desdain, in utter disgust. 

All he could think of while looking at the sorry almost pitiful creature before him was of the angel. His angel. Of how he fell. Of how he became lost to lead and ice that sorrowful night. 

And he thought about how he could avoid it. Avoid it all. 

All his pain. All his suffering. All his loss. 

Right here. Right now.  

But something kept him frozen in place, unable to act upon his determination. 

It was the feeble shadow of his hand, carefully ruffling his hair while he didn't even look up from the pages in front of him, too entertained and lost in the readings he regularly provided him with. He remembered the sleepy sensation after having his tummy full with food, something he once could have only dreamed of. He remembered how his chest swelled with pride everytime he praised him and the warm feeling that floaded him when he sat by his side, not afraid of his devine nature getting soiled, for he was the only one who cared enough to learn about his desease and knew it was not contagious. The warm, dizzying feeling poured all over his soul, making his brain feel like it was stuffed with cotton candy. Making him feel loved and cherished. Making him feel he was worth something in spite of his tragic and pathetic life. 

He almost never thought about those years, the memories blurry and long ago replaced by more pleasant and terrifying ones. But now, watching the lame, miserable creature before him trying to stand and face him despite his fear and obvious weakness, these memories hit him like a tsunami. 

Because there was the sad boy. 

He didn't remember him being sad, though now that he thought about it, he didn't remember him being angry either. Not at him, at least. Not till that happened. 

But then that happened.  

And many things happened afterwards. Things that couldn't be forgotten. Things that couldn't be attoned for. Broken toys slammed against a wall. 

This was his chance to amend it all. 

This was his chance to free them all. 

This was his chance to avange them all. 

This was the right thing to do. It was good. He was good. He wouldn't think of him as a monster too, would he? 

Of course not. He was saving them all, just like he had saved him so long ago. 

He trance-like moved his arm up, just an inch, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.  

This time he didn't need a knife. 

This time he wasn't a child, and he certainly wasn't the all powerful God he claimed to be.  

Not here, not now. 

A simple move of his fingers would suffice to tear off the beast's heart and crush the birdie’s foul throbbing thing in his hand with horrifying ease.  

His stomach dropped, the adrenaline and thrill he felt at the idea of such a heinous act disgusted him, terrified him.  

He ignored the uncomfortable feeling crawling under his skin and burning his insides, the sour taste in his mouth, the horrified voice screaming at the back of his head. 

He couldn’t back down now. 

He was so close to end it all for good. 

To end it all before it even began. 

The boy was still looking at him, fists still tight at his sides, trembling almost imperceptibly.  

He took a second too long to decide. 

And then the boy shout. 

Where's my brother? What did you do to him? 

Time froze one more time. One last time. 

He looked at the boy again, shaking, his breathing heavy and messy, as if he was drowning in air. Voice was demanding, worry and panic poorly concealed under a façade of strength, almost cracking in fear. And now he did see it. 

Anger at the world. Anger at the people who had abandoned them in this forsaken town he didn't even know the name of - though Hell, he thought, would be a suitable name for whatever wasteland this was. Anger at the rabbid animals who had beaten him and his brother to near death for no reason other than existing. Anger at his father for betraying them and dragging them through this martyrdoom. Anger at the man who had just took his brother's place in the only two seconds he had allowed himself to look away to find something else to put in their little mouths. Anger at himself for being so disgustingly weak. 

The boy didn't know any better, but he could tell. He could tell from just looking at his little body about to crumble on the dirty floor, forced to stand up in a sad attempt to look intimidating. He could tell from the look in the boy's eyes, even through the damaged glasses. He could tell from the way the boy gritted his teeth in defiace with unbowed will and determination, even if he looked like the smallest of sea breezes could sent his little frigile body flying away. He could feel the heat, the rage, the despair. And above all he could feel the sadness, the blind, deafening sadness. 

He did feel it. He did feel it because he once felt it too. 

And then he knew. 

He raised his arm higher to bring his hand closer to the boy's head. 

The boy reacted quicky, on instincs, his angry frown dissapearing for a fraction of second, replaced with an expression of fear and sudden panic. He put his head down and brought his skinny arm – ash-pale, as he had never seen it before - over his head, trying to protect his most vulnerable spots from further damage, even if his bones were so feeble one would think they would have broken with the first blow. 

He swallowed. Hard. Vomit crawling up his throat at the vision of the boy, this boy of all people, pathetically trying to protect himself. 

Something inside him broke at the sight of it. 

He couldn't bring himself to do it. 

No. He didn't want to do it.  

Not here, not now. 

Not yet. 

He slowly put his hand down, caressing the boy's head and rufflying the short soft locks just a little. 

He kneeled, covering the boys shoulders and back with his now shaking arms. He lowered his face - as if praying, as if attoning for a yet-to-be-commited sin – cheek softly pressing the top of the boy's head, golden locks stucking to his now damp skin. He pressed the kid to his chest. Tight. Maybe too tight. 

The boy didn't move. Too confused by the stranger's actions to even think of what to do next. Too scared at the thought of getting a new battery of blows raining down on him now that the man was so close. Too tired after so long holding on for dear life. Too sad to even try any more. 

He thought of the angel. 

He thought of kingdom of the flower fields. 

He thought of all those he could have saved but he ultimately decided not to. 

He thought of the monster and the sad boy. 

The boy stayed still. 

Law cried. 

[glowinlemon]

The type of shit Doffy would say knowing full well why killing your goddamn dad is wrong, just not giving a shit tho.

Btw, he gets a receding hairline and a mangled hand because I hate him and refuse to draw him as anything less than ugly on principle. He’s still funny as hell though.

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

When you want smut with your oc but you realize in order to get that you either have to

A: write it yourself or

B: tell your writing partner(s) that you want smut

[hobbs-deep]

wow usopp really just undid a decade strong underground crime syndicate in one afternoon huh

that's the funniest way a plan has actually worked so far

[nocontextonepiece]

whenever i post an image of doflamingo at least 30% of the notes are taken by people who want to put their mouths on his bare breasts

[shallowoak]

These figures are mighty cool, but they're also mighty expensive at around £15 a pop ☠️

As a certified sucker who bought too many of these trying to pull Law for my partner; I've put together this handy guide to help you waste less ฿ money ฿

Luckily, this is a nice set to start with, as there are only 6 normal figures to collect. Each full case of 6 boxes is guaranteed to have one of each, unless replaced by the rare Boa. So starting with a fresh box is advised for feeling them out 👍

WHAT'S IN A BOX?

Each box will contain: the figure sealed inside an opaque bag, a stand, a character card and sometimes accessories such as swords.

If you find a box with damaged packaging, you can check which figure is inside without having to open the bag. The character card isn't hidden and is helpfully colour coded on both sides! If you can catch a glimpse of it, you'll be good to go.

Unfortunately, there's currently no tells on the outside of the box as to who is inside. Sometimes other blind boxes will have unique code stamps or barcode endings. (Always worth a google if you're into other blindboxes)

(my own listing photo from where I managed to pull Snaji 3 times in a row, smh. At least you can resell them still mostly sealed!)

ROUGH WEIGHTS

Let's be real, I dont bring scales into a shop and neither do you. But you can still feel out which figure is which, more or less. Some of these weights are surprising; but hopefully this should help you get in the right ballpark for the one you want!

Lightest

Kuma

Doflamingo

Law

Mihawk

Buggy

Weevil

Heaviest

Note to Boa enjoyers: she's the only rare for this set, appearing at a rate of 1/24 (once every 4 cases on average) I've never come across her, as I don't have Nami's wealth. Any tips on finding her are appreciated! ❤️

And that's that! Good luck and happy hunting everyone!

[s0lemnhypn0s]

"Dofuwani twice divorced"

Crocodile and Doflamingos only canon interaction: