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[mastomysowner]

@lin_nan7366

[quuuueto]

"A GIFT"

I hope you enjoy it!

Bellow I'll share my work process!

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Without text:

Initially, it was a 5 page comic but when I finished first 4 the last one seemed unnecessary

Even though I was pretty busy yesterday I manage to finish the comic completely (from start to finish: sketching and planning on the pages themselves, lining and inking). The only things I didn't made in time were scanning (taking photos) and adding text which I did today.

Pencil sketches (last page):

Black pen lineart:

Thanks for your attention!

[dofushiza]

Doflamingo and the Donquixote Pirates: Does he love them?

Doflamingo and the Donquixote Pirates are one of the most complex dynamics in One Piece, and fans are often split on whether Doflamingo truly loves his family. My take? He does, but it’s incredibly complicated.

From a young age, Doflamingo was raised by people who drilled into him the idea that their lives were expendable for his ambitions.

All the Donquixote Pirates grew up starving on the streets, seeing Doflamingo as their savior. Their journey began as street urchins, struggling to survive in a harsh world. To get by, they turned to a life of crime, driven by desperation and hunger. This life was all they knew until they encountered Doflamingo, a boy with incredible power.

To these people, Doflamingo was a ticket out of their miserable existence. They saw in him a potential leader who could offer them protection, purpose, and a chance to rise above their circumstances. In their eyes, he was a savior who could change their fate.

In turn, they fed Doflamingo toxic ideologies, reinforcing his already warped sense of self-worth and destiny. They told him he was destined for greatness and that their lives were a small price to pay for his ascent to power. This constant reinforcement shaped Doflamingo's mindset, making him believe that true loyalty meant being willing to die for one's leader.

As they followed him, the bond between Doflamingo and his crew grew more complex and entangled. His followers' unwavering loyalty and willingness to sacrifice themselves bolstered his belief in his own superiority and right to rule. He saw their sacrifices as proof of their devotion, not realizing that he was perpetuating a cycle of manipulation and exploitation.

This twisted form of loyalty is evident in many ways, such as Monet willingly sacrificing herself for him to save Caesar. It’s clear that his crew’s dedication feeds into his toxic mindset.

Take Baby 5, for instance. Doflamingo killed her predatory fiancés, but he never had a heartfelt conversation about stranger danger with her . He’s too damaged to provide that kind of emotional guidance.

When Law held Giolla captive and Doflamingo hesitated in his attack on the Sunny, Giolla later expressed she’d happily die for him. This reinforced his skewed perception of loyalty.

He has moments that show genuine care, like getting angry when Law used his powers on Buffalo and Baby 5 or insisting that no one laugh at Pica’s voice. He compliments Diamante, likely to get him off his ass and do his job.

Doflamingo’s care for Caesar Clown is another intriguing aspect. Ensuring Caesar’s safety would keep him safe from Kaido’s wrath, but he also calls Caesar his “cute subordinate” in the original Japanese, indicating some level of affection.

The complexity deepens with Corazon. Doflamingo only hinted at wanting Corazon to use the Op-Op Fruit to grant him immortality after Corazon left and the Navy was conveniently off their tails. He suspected his brother of being a spy and may have wanted to hurt him out of betrayal. Though I might be grasping at straws with this one.

In his own twisted way, Doflamingo tries to “help” by taking kids off the street and giving them powers to fight against the oppressive society they were born into . However, this is a mirror of his own upbringing, where Trebol groomed him to be a criminal and surrounded him with people who would die for him. Intentionally or not, Doflamingo perpetuates this cycle with his subordinates.

Ultimately, Doflamingo’s love for his family is there, but it’s marred by a lifetime of manipulation, violence, and a deeply ingrained toxic mindset.

[king-magppi]

🦩🃏Donqiuxote Family post bc I kinda miss (the idea of) Dressrosa. I really like drawing Buffalo.✈️🗡

[many-shades-of-violence]

being part of their crew I Donquixote Family

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon, Trafalgar D. Law, Baby 5, Dellinger, Pika, Diamante, Trebol. Giolla, Monsieur Pink

✢ content: slice-off life, mafia dynamics, loss, death, grooming, gaslighting, immorally characters

✢a/n: the continuation for my "being part of their crew"-series. Next up are the Strawhat Pirates.

Impressed by your actions, Doflamingo extended a hand, inviting you to join the crew. He recognized that your fervor to safeguard the youngest member of the crew could be harnessed to shape loyal soldiers, ready to uphold his reign of power.

Beyond your vigilant guardianship over Baby 5 and the other junior members, you embraced the role of an informant, delving deep into the shadows of the Underworld to procure valuable resources for Doflamingo's realm.

The tender yet resilient presence of Corazon became an anchor of support, his brotherly demeanor creating a haven for you. His scruffy yet tender disposition beckoned you into a realm of trust and camaraderie. With a shared love for cigarettes, you often retreated together to concealed corners of Spider Town. Amidst the veil of smoke, you exchanged stories and concerns, finding solace in his soothing presence. Corazon's patient guidance in learning Morse code paved the way for a unique means of communication—an unspoken language that became your secret conduit for sharing thoughts, emotions, and even stolen moments of levity.

Your connection with Doflamingo, though intricate, was marked by a shared ambition and the complexities of loyalty. Your allegiance to the Warlord manifested as unwavering dedication to his cause. As you delivered crucial intelligence to him, your strategic acumen proved invaluable in realizing his ambitions, fostering a sense of trust between you. His ability to draw you into a world of power and intrigue was both captivating and unsettling, a testament to the intricate tapestry of emotions he stirred.

As your bond with Corazon deepened, it introduced layers of conflict to your relationship with Doflamingo. The tension between your attachment to Corazon and your loyalty to Doflamingo created a dynamic that tested your resolve and blurred the lines between duty and desire.

Your rapport with Trebol, Pika, and Diamante often pivoted around cutting banter and sardonic repartee. Despite the trio's lack of moral grounding, their unwavering loyalty to the crew made it easy for you to look away, even in the face of their cold-blooded actions.

From time to time, you found yourself at the mercy of Monsieur Pink and Giolla's dress-up tendencies, amusing the whole crew with their fashion experiments on you.

During combat training with Baby 5, you witnessed the astonishing versatility of her body as she transformed it into an array of formidable weapons. Her tokens of affection, occasionally bordering on excess, were as unconventional as her affections, underscoring her profound regard for you since the day you saved her life.

Law's entry into the crew brought an unexpected shift to your daily life. The palpable aura of a young boy burdened by his hatred for the world and the specter of impending mortality resonated deeply with you. Your initial attempts at camaraderie saw you treading carefully, almost mirroring Corazon's fate of a knife to the back. However, your willingness to listen and offer a space for Law to share his concerns inspired confidence in his eventual integration within the crew.

The tragic demise of Corazon at the hands of his own brother cast ripples across your allegiance. Depending on your loyalty to Doflamingo and your evolving understanding of the family's dynamics, you faced the pivotal choice of persevering alongside them, marked by a pang of regret for Corazon's unfortunate trajectory, or extricating yourself from the family's grasp. Years later, you'd find yourself collaborating with Law to orchestrate a complex plot aimed at dismantling Doflamingo's rule, reflecting your resilience and strategic acumen.

[fmlopla]

Officially in Dressrosa! What does Bellamy even look like? No one knows.

Dressrosa is so long so this is just part 1!

[bunnycuns]

[jumpyj3st3r]

Slightly older fanart featuring Trebols division.

[the-bar-sinister]

Unbound by Blood, Stitched by Thread (12437 words) by VickytheSnake, Dave Strider Additional Tags: Loyalty, Found Family, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Violet (One Piece), Villains, Twisted, Fucked Up, Emotional Baggage, Running Away, Rescuing Doflamingo, it'll be a few chapters before Doffy shows up on screen, Getting Back Together Summary: Family versus blood. A common theme in the Donquixote pirates.

catch up here

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They were two days at sea chasing the fleet that held Doflamingo, and they were having trouble gaining ground. There was time to intercept them– it was no brief journey, but the weather hadn't been good and it delayed their ship more than it delayed the marines.

Sitting in the sparely stocked galley of the ship, Trebol leaned toward Violet in his chair. "Have you heard them talking about stopping at the G5 before continuing to Impel Down?"

Violet’s eyes were staring somewhere far, far away as she held her fingers to them. Despite their delays, the Marine ships were still within her range…a small blessing given the repeated setbacks.

“There’s a debate about it among the admiral and his subordinates. There’s concerns of it being a security risk being weighed against the need for rations and supplies to cross back towards Impel Down.” 

He tapped his fingers on his knees, his mouth a thin line as he concentrated. "If they are going to stop– which seems likely– we'll cut time if we adjust our course before they do. But if we do so and they head straight for Mary Geoise…."

“Then they’ll be able to slip past while we waste precious time trying to get through Fishman Island.” Violet lowered her fingers to look him in the eyes with a pensive frown.

The odds of them catching up if the Marines took their easy high road through Mary Geoise were low. They had too many shortcuts that were now very much unavailable to her now that the outcry had risen in her homeland as yet another of their princesses went ‘missing’.

Sneaking through Mary Geoise would be a suicide mission. “It’s a gamble, Tre.” 

"Not one I'm looking forward to putting my chips down on, I'm afraid," he drawled, nervously adjusting the lapels of his heavy coat. "But any decision is better than no decision with time at a premium. I'll get Vergo's opinion, and then we'll make our play."

“Sounds good.” She nodded. “I’ll be keeping an eye on the marines. If the stalemate’s broken in our favor, you’ll be the first to know. They can’t float in indecision forever.”

It was familiar, these sorts of back and forths. Trebol was a man who knew the strengths of her power and how to use them. During their days in Dressrosa, there were many times just like this where she’d scry with her eyes and help the Donquixote’s resident strategist conjure plans of attack and subterfuge. 

Trebol was a man who knew how to assess and understand data, and collate it from many sources into a coherent structure. To say that he was the real power behind Doflamingo would not be strictly true, but to remove him would be like cutting out Doffy's remaining eye.

She was about to continue when the door slammed open to a high and cheerful voice sing-songing out through the galley.

“Tre-tre~ Vi-Vi~~~” Derringer , the deadly fighting fish, cried out as he clacked his way into the room on spiked heels. “Guess who’s got news!” 

Trebol raised his head, turning to give a questioning look to Derriger as he made his way into the galley. "I think the smart money's on you, Derringer, mmm?"

The effeminate young man placed his hand on his hip as he leaned forward with a sharp-toothed grin. “Ding ding! You win!”

Violet leaned on her hand with a tilt of her head “well? What did we win?”

“In-for-ma-tion~ Something I bet you haven’t even gotten yet, Violet!” he pointed “another ship’s been sighted in the vicinity of the marine ship, barrelling down on Mary Geoise!” 

This got Trebol's attention, and he sat yet further forward in his chair, stroking his beard.

"Another ship? Do you have any details?" 

This could certainly be good news or bad. But given how excited Derringer sounded, it probably at least wasn't another marine ship. Probably, anyway. Derringer was pretty excitable.

“The news must not have filtered up to the Admiral yet,” Violet mused almost to herself.

“Well yeah, this is hot, breaking news.” Derringer giggled again. “if the reports from their scouts are to be believed, it’s the old alligator’s ship!”

“A…” Viola’s brow furrowed “Alligator? You don’t mean..” 

"Sir Crocodile?" Trebol's pince-nez slid down his nose and he pushed them back up. "You're not joking, are you?"

“Awww, you don’t believe me?” Derringer pouted before pressing his hand up and into the golden locks of his hair. “Geeze, Tre, you’re so hard to please.”

Violet circled her fingers and activated her power again, peering in the direction of the marine ship as quick as she could. “Sir Crocodile is headed to Mary Geoise? But why??” 

"I do believe you, Derringer, it's simply quite surprising news. And possibly in our favor," Trebol mused. "I can imagine only two reasons he'd appear to be heading to Mary Geoise."

Her vision projected outwards…both here in the room with them, and leagues away over the sea. “One is to wage some sort of attack….and the other is to intercept the prison ship. Right Trebol?”

Derringer puffed his cheeks, something she was only dimly aware of. “So did I do good?” 

"You did very good, Derringer," Trebol promised. He reached out and patted the young, flashy member of the family on the head. "Thank you."

Violet was only dimly aware of the interaction as her senses went elsewhere, to the deck of another ship.

Sir Crocodile looked pensive, checking and double checking an eternal pose. He looked up, and for a moment, before Violet adjusted her vision, it was like he was staring right at her.

But then she saw who he was really looking at. A rather beautiful looking man with sharp cheekbones and defined makeup.

"I don't ask you to walk back in there lightly, Bentham," Crocodile growled around his cigar. "But if we don't catch up to them in time, you're the back up plan."As she listened, she relayed the information to Trebol, her concentration otherwise locked on the scene far away.

“Sir Crocodile is talking with someone named Bentham. He says if ‘we can’t catch up to them in time’ that he’s the back up plan to break into somewhere.” 

Trebol stroked his beard, listening as she relayed the information.

"Croc, baby, darling, I'm not excited for another stroll into Impel Down, but if your Doffy is as impressive as his reputation, I can see why you'd want him at large instead of shut up by the government."“He’s attempting to rescue Doffy,” Violet’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened and for a moment sent her vision on the deck out of focus before she snapped back into the scene between the former Warlord and the man. “If he can’t intercept the ship, he’s sending this Bentham guy into Impel Down to break him out.”

She heard Derringer whistle, impressed “I didn’t know Alligator cared! That’s big news for us, right?” 

Trebol broke out into a toothy grin, and slapped his knee. "It's big news for us, yes. Fantastic news. We'll divert to G5 and cut them off there– and if they head straight for Mary Geoise then Crocodile can wrestle with them. I don't trust the man as far as I could throw him but it'll be easier to get Doffy back from him than from Impel Down if it comes to it."

Violet nodded firmly as she felt a grin spread across her own face. “Aye aye. We’ll have our helmsman set course for G5! I have a feeling we’ll win this gamble, Tre. A hunch.”

“Oooh~” Derringer perked up. “Scary! Will I get to kill some marines?” 

Trebol laughed. 

"Perhaps you will. If not, I'm sure we can scrounge some up for you to play with in celebration. We're no longer bending the knee to the government after all." He turned his head to her. "You look almost as excited as Derringer, Vi."

Her vision snapped back to the here and now, and she turned to face him with lidded eyes and the grin she didn’t even try to repress. 

“Can you blame me, Trebol?” 

"Oh no, not at all," he purred with a rather smug smile. "I know you're just as eager as the rest of us."

She had the good grace to feel a little flustered about that, folding her hands under her chin and leaning on them with a wink. “you know better than most how well I took to the life..I–”

Suddenly she was rocked forward by the weight of Derringer as he tackle-hugged her from behind. 

“Awwww! Vi-vi~ You’re a natural born killer just like the rest of us! Of course you’re all excited by the smell of blood in the water!” It was punctuated by his tittering little giggle once again. 

Trebol smiled slyly at the scene. "Always nice to see the family getting along so well. Now– let's get into action."

000

Baby 5’s talent for assassination and penchant for violence weren’t useless on the current mission. Far from it, once they caught up to the bastards hauling Doffy away she’d get her chance to blow them all right back to Mary Geoice in a bunch of tiny little pieces.

But that was when they arrived. So until then she had to make do with the skills that were useful. As good as she was at killing, she wasn’t a half bad cook either. In fact, when it came to cooking and cleaning, she considered herself the best the Family had to frickin’ offer.

She’d taken the galley of the ship for her own, starting up a stew with the few supplies they’d managed to haul onto the ship before their madcap flight out of Dressrosa. She didn’t stop (she couldn’t stop) putting her all into it if it meant giving the crew the strength they needed to save Doffy from the navy’s filthy hands.

She couldn’t believe that they were actually doing it, chasing down the navy itself to save him after their world fell to pieces around them. She’d liked Dressrosa. It suited her temperament, even if Dofy kept killing anyone who tried sliding into her life with a request or marriage proposal. But all good things had to come to an end, right? Dressrosa went up in smoke for the Donquixote Pirates, stabbed in the back by two of their own. Law…Law was not going to be forgiven any time soon.

Her brother, her peer, welcomed into the family right alongside her only to push her aside as if she meant nothing while he tore the young master’s life to shreds.

And Violet. Violet who she had hated in the flaring moment of emotion when she turned her back on them for her jackass birth family– but who had come back despite her victory and offered to save them all.

When she thought about it, she found herself cutting vegetables even faster with her transformed arm.

"How small you planning to cut those, Baby 5?" a familiar voice drawled behind her.

“Until they frickin’ disappear in the broth.” She grumbled sharply before looking over her shoulder, her dark hair fallen in her face. “hey Di.” 

He put his hand heavily on her shoulder, looking at her with a tense expression. "You look like you've been at that a while. I'm gonna need you to take a break with me, alright?"

“Ghhh…” She felt the old urge welling within her. He’d made a pretty firm request after all– it’d make him happy if she complied…

She shook her hand as it transformed back to its human state and sighed “alright, alright…you need me to, right?” 

He squeezed her shoulder. "I'm getting tired just looking at you chopping those veggies," he chuckled. "I need you to take a break."

It was like a lance through her. He needs me. He needs me to take a break so I don’t overwork. She gripped the side of the counter before she turned and snapped a salute to him with a wide grin. “You know I’m always happy to help, Di! I’ll take a little break. The stew needs to simmer a while anyway!” 

He slapped her companionably on the back, and took out his cigarettes. "Good girl. Pull up a chair. Wanna share a smoke with me?"

“You’re speaking my language!” She laughed as she kicked a chair over towards him, and went to grab one herself. “I’ve been trying not to chain through mine too fast. Dunno how long we’re gonna be on the sea.” 

He grabbed the back of the chair as it spun toward him and stepped over it to sit down. "Probably smart. I got a bag of tobacco with me so I can roll em if we get desperate but," he shook his head. "I hope it ain't gonna be too long."

He pulled a cigarette out and offered it to her.

“Me neither…” She grabbed the cigarette and stuck it between her lips. It was one of her earliest vices…and absolutely her favorite of the bunch.

“You don’t think it’ll be too long till we catch up to Doffy, right?” 

"Doesn't look like it." He leaned forward and lit her up with a flick of his lighter. "Apparently, we've got some unexpected help. Well. More unexpected help."

“You’re talking about Violet, right?” Baby 5 asked. “or…is there something else I’m missing?” 

"Violet's unexpected help," he said. "But she's already accounted for. The more unexpected help is apparently Crocodile's coming after Doffy too."

Baby’s dark eyes widened as she took a puff of her cigarette. “you’re shittin’ me! Sir Crocodile of the Warlords? Mr. ‘Alabasta’s Dark Hero’? He’s on his way to save Doffy??” 

Diamante grinned, cupping his hand around his own cigarette as he lit it. "Yep. Derringer caught it on the radio chatter, and Vi confirmed it."

She whistled low under her breath. 

“Oh that’s useful to know…he’s gonna be a big help if he’s really after the young master…” She rolled her cigarette between her fingers before she asked. “Is he hot? Sir Crocodile, I mean. I’ve seen the wanted poster and all but…” 

Diamante choked on his cigarette and pulled it out of his mouth, coughing into his hand. "Sir Crocodile? Is he hot? Uh…"

Baby 5 couldn't help but notice he'd gotten a bit red. Maybe it was all the coughing.

Her smile crept over her face. “So that’s a yes, right?” 

Di rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I wouldn't say he's exactly my type, but I guess he's pretty good looking, yeah."

Baby 5 took a long drag off her cigarette before she said. “Good to know. If he helps us save the young master, I might just see if he ‘needs me’ for a night. As thanks.” 

"Glllh…. Baby 5, you can't just–" he dragged his hand down his face with exasperation for a moment before realization started to dawn. "You're just trying to work me up, aren't you?"

She laughed loudly as her hand slapped against the arm of the chair. “Gotcha, Di!” She giggled with a broad grin, leaning on her hand. “worked, didn’t it?” 

He waved his hand, grinning bashfully now. "Yeah, yeah it worked, it worked."

Baby 5 chuckled as she took a slow drag off her cigarette and tipped her chair back on its legs to look at the ceiling. “I’m just trying to have some fun. It’s been…it’s been emotional, hasn’t it? Losing Dressrosa, losing the young master…Violet betraying us and comin’ back.” 

"It's had its ups and downs, that's for sure," he rasped, shaking his head. "I sure didn't see… any of it. I guess it could have gone worse, but not by much."

“You think she’s really gonna stay with us?” Baby 5 asked, not caring that she could be listening in from anywhere. “...I don’t think I could stand it if she left again.” 

He sighed, and took a puff off his cigarette. "Yeah, me neither. Don't think any of us could. There'd be bloodshed, one way or another."

The door creaked open, drawing Baby’s attention instantly as her reply froze on her lips “There sure would be, but I’ll be real I’m ti—”

Violet herself peeked her head in. “...I came to see what smelt so good now that I’m out of my meeting with Tre.” 

"Hey Vi," Diamante nodded, toward her. He gestured toward Baby 5 with his cigarette. "Baby's cookin."

Baby 5 snorted softly as she tapped her cigarette over the edge of her chair’s arm. “right now I’m resting, actually.”

Violet slipped inside, and Baby couldn’t help but stare. Violet was one of her closest friends in the organization, right up there with Buffalo and Sugar. She’d shared great times and bad with the family…Baby thought she’d needed them as much as they needed her.

It stung when she seemed to prove them wrong– she went crawling back to the Rikus, proving that maybe she never needed them at all.

The dancer– the assassin– .pulled up a chair and took a seat. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s making me hungry.”

"Me too," Diamante nodded. He glanced over Baby 5's way, perhaps recognizing her discomfort. "Haven't had a big family meal in a while, and probably can't have one now. But Baby's stews smells pretty good, eh?"

But she still came back, didn’t she? She should have been walking on air, living that perfect princess life that people talked about even in the dregs of the world they’d all grown up in. But when she came back to them she looked more miserable than ever…and even genuinely relieved when she was welcomed back into the family.

It was enough to make Baby’s head spin.

“It smells delicious.” Violet leaned on her hand with a smile, her intense eyes seeming to see right through Baby to her deepest thoughts. “I always did love your cooking, Baby. If we’ve got you as the ship cook for this little adventure I don’t need to worry.”

Baby smiled, almost timid with the praise, and rubbed the back of her neck “awwww, don’t butter me up. It’s just a stew. You could do it easy!”

“Not really.” Violet chuckled. “...I wasn’t exactly taught.”

"Could always learn now, ya think?" Di offered, and Baby followed up on with a grin.

“Come on, Vi! It’ll be thanks for that time you taught me to dance.”

It was a good memory, one of the many she’d had with her fellow assassin. It’d been after one of the family’s big celebratory parties, years ago now. It was the first time that Baby had seen Violet open up and smile, instead of curl ever further inwards during those early months with the family.

Violet shifted to watch her with a strange smile for a moment. “As thanks, hm? Well how could I say no to that?” 

"Wouldn't be very polite to, now would it?" Di chuckled.

“And I’ve had enough being impolite to my family here,” Violet purred in her warm, low voice. “So Baby 5…give it your all. I’m ready to learn.”

Baby blinked before she nearly tumbled out of her chair, catching herself on a large tripod that sprung from her elbow and straightening herself up with a lopsided grin. “I mean, hell yeah. Maybe if we can get another cook trained up I can get some of this ‘rest’ Trebol keeps harping on about!”

"Don't forget me, I'm harping on about it too." Diamante crossed his arms, grinning.

“W-well yeah…” Baby poked her fingers together. “but I wouldn’t complain about it right in front of you, Di! I mean, you said you needed me, right? So why would I complain about it?”

Violet chuckled softly. “Can I join in to help? She does need to rest more. There’s only so much you can do in a day, right?” 

She got up, and leaned against the counter with an expectant tilt of her head.

"See, Baby 5? Vi agrees with me," Di nodded. "Why don't you show her what you need done and she can help you out."

“Damn you guys!” Baby 5 huffed before the grin broke through and she grabbed Violet by the arm “alright. So the first thing is to figure out whatcha gonna put in it…”

000

The stew came out fine– honestly, better than fine. It was fantastic with the guiding hand of Baby 5 and everyone’s efforts. Together with Di and Baby, Violet had put the rest of the meal together over a conversation that never trailed back to betrayal, heartache, and the nightmare of Dressrosa.

Instead, they shared a meal, just like old times. A hearty and heavily spiced beef stew between them, and things almost seemed to be going back to normal. Violet had seen the turmoil in Baby 5’s mind when she’d first walked in…the hurt and anger of the last few days not quite simmered away, but mingled with the genuine joy to see her again.

A complicated opinion even more complicated by Baby 5’s volatile emotions. It was clear as they talked and ate that Baby was desperately looking for an ‘in’ for forgiveness. That she was hoping with all her heart that Violet could explain everything and once more be welcomed as a member of her family. The world had hurt Baby 5, leaving her eager to please and easily wounded by the loss of those she loved, and Violet regretted having twisted the knife back on the island.

By the time they were washing the bowls together, it seemed like she’d found her in– the turmoil quieted into Baby’s usual raucous laughter and big grin as she and Diamante flanked her on either side.

During that lull however, she’d checked in on Admiral Fujitora and his crew with the reach of her powers. The stalemate had been broken, and the Admiral got his way. Their warship was headed towards Mary Geoise.

She’d excused herself quickly and made for Trebol deeper into the ship to alert him to the change in destination. 

He found him in a small, more private section of the quarters area talking with Giolla. The woman, often known as "Auntie" or "Gigi" had escaped the fighting mostly unscathed, thankfully and Violet walked into a discussion about art.

Namely, Giolla talking about one of her old ‘mainstays’ from back when the gang was still gaining strength and capital.

“Of course I’ll only do it so long as it takes for the young master to come up with a plan! You know I absolutely loathe realism, tre-tre! But for the family, of course I’ll produce as many fakes as you damn well need!” 

"You're a kindly soul, Giolla," Trebol chuckled roughly, shaking his head. "Your forgeries are masterworks really– ah– Violet?"

He turned his head, noticing as she approached.

Giolla glanced up at her, the light catching her cats-eye glasses. “Oh my my, sweetheart! I’d heard you’d come back to us, but didn’t quite believe it until I saw it with my own eyes!”

The older woman had always treated her well , even in the early days of her time among the pirates. Her affable, gossipy demeanor and doting, motherly concern had almost made it feel normal in the days when she was still forcing down the part of herself that would later turn it’s back on her birth family.

Violet ducked her head with a sheepish smile. “Hello Gigi. I know, it’s a miracle isn’t it? But I’m here, I promise.” 

"A real miracle," Trebol said with a thin smile. "Did you come just to join the gossip?"

“In a manner of speaking.” Violet said as she took a seat nearby. “May I? I know the wound’s still fresh.”

‘Auntie’ Giolla waved her hand with a laugh, her freckled shoulders shaking as she grinned her broad and infectious smile. “Enough of that! You know I’ve always loved your gossip, Vi-vi.”

Derringer had absolutely picked up his love of cutesy nicknames from Giolla, Violet didn’t even have to guess for that one.

“Admiral Fujitora’s managed to win the argument over the G-5 supply run. The Navy Warship is headed straight to Mary Geoise.” 

Trebol exhaled with tight frustration. "I was worried that would happen. Hang it all. Well. At least we have our backup plan, considering. Unless you have more bad news."

Giolla twisted a lock of her thick hair around her clever artist’s fingers, the sharp and painted tip sparkling in the light as she pursed her lips. “Did the big croccy have a change of heart?”

“Not as far as I’m aware.” Violet shook her head, pressing her hand to her forehead with a weary smile. “I think we’re still on track there. We should point towards Mary Geoise…if there’s a chance we can catch up, we should take it.” 

"Indeed." Trebol nodded, grumbling and clearing his throat. "We'll change course immediately, then. If nothing else, we'll want to catch up to Crocodile after he catches up with them. I'll have to see if we have any way of contacting him in the meantime…"

“Oh, if only I knew the code to his transponder snail!” Giolla bemoaned. “you know, I’ve heard a little of his exploits recently! Did you know he’s got a resident artist as well? They were all over the newspaper after they got accused of kidnapping that Princess Vivi girl!”

Violet raised her eyebrow. 

“I didn’t know that…” she paused for a moment before the idea struck. She smiled thinly. “Oh! Tre!!” “...I’m going to scout his ship more effectively. Maybe the code’s written down somewhere, or maybe I’ll overhear it.” 

"Hah!" Trebol clapped his hands with a wider smile. "Clever girl, I was just about to suggest that."

Giolla cooed, and reached over to rustle Violet’s hair– something so familiar that it made Violet laugh with a tinge of a flush. “You’re such a smart girl, Vi-vi~. I don’t even want to imagine what we’d really do without you!”

Violet leaned on her hand with a lopsided smile. “We’re on the same page again. I’m thinking if I can get it we can relay a message to them within a few hours when we get into range.”

She grinned at Giolla “I could say the same…the royal family doesn’t know how to use my talents.” 

"Wonderful, wonderful. Let's head up to the deck then and get this ship on course, shall we?" He held a hand out. "Violet, be a dear and help me up?"

Violet stood immediately and walked over to take his hand and help him up as she’d often done during family meetings over the last ten years of her life.

“Absolutely, Tre.” she steadied him with a hand on his back. “Once we’re on course, we’re one step closer to getting Doffy back.” 

[chaoticargeltal]

When Doflamingo gets knocked overboard into the sea, there is a great panic to find a person who can rescue him. It turns out it is a bad idea after all to have a crew full of powerful Devil Fruit Users in this situation.

The Donquixote Family Crew tries to find a solution.

Tags: humor/crack

[mastomysowner]

Artist: Milk

[mariaashlay]

Here are my pieces for the Blonde Bombshell Zine! @opblondebombshells

This was my first ever zine, and I'm happy that I got to be part of such an amazing project!

I absolutely adore the relationship between Giolla and Dellinger, so I'm was delighted that I got to write something about them for this zine!

Of course, I wrote something angsty for the zine as well! Poor Mansherry, she just has so much angst potential.

[dofushiza]

They are Doffy’s mom and dad.

I used Oda’s sketch of young Giolla as reference.

[israaverse]

practicing gambesons with Giolla (and Aedlyn offscreen), Aedlyn's first man/lieutenant and sort-of-squire despite gaining his knighthood a long time ago

[onepiecebdays]

january 25th - giolla

debut chapter: 682

recent chapter: 792

current age: 61

affiliation: donquixote pirates

former bounty: unknown

[esperfruit]

The Diamante x Hoshii story is finally in work!