#umbrx

[regensia]

@umbrx // I draw ur muse as a warmup

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@umbrx asked: 📱 :3 Send 📱 to see how my muse has yours in their phone! (Still Accepting)

Doflamingo

Contact: Freaky Pink Satan Do Not Answer Ringtone: When You're Evil - Voltaire Image:

[medicus-mortem]

@umbrx asked: Hope I'm not too late to the party, Ashi, but I wanted to point out how much I love your unapologetic exploration of Law's character. You tap into all facets of his character; into his nature and thoughts, his intellect and strategic thinking, his vengeance and sadism, just as much as you explore his love, kindness, friendships and sense of self-worth. You're also very imaginative and creative with your AUs where you incorporate Law's character so well into the verses you make for him ( let us all be reminded that my favourite AU to write exists because you wanted a halloween au with Law and demons and angels and it exploded ). You simply understand Law well, from his thoughts to his actions and mannerisms, and it reflects in your writing of him too. Be it threads with me or threads with others, reading your interpretation of Law has always been fun and immersive. You write him as a really complex character that keeps evolving as you write him more. It's really wonderful to witness. How is my portrayal?

Thank you so much! Reading this made me grin. I adore your Doffy and I love how we just throw absolute novels at each other. Law, of course, loathes your Doffy and would like him to die horribly. And gosh do I miss the demons and angels au. Unfortunately most of the people that loved it have moved on which is understandable, even if it does make me sad. I had such plans for Law and that world. Ah, well. Now I can be hung up on Deity AU or Law being a Lich AU. Love that sexy skelly man.

[kingofdesert]

Watch a man in times of adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off. — Titus Lucretius Carus

He was no longer a cohesive machine of blood and bone. By now, even his mind sojourned in planes beyond his existence; clinging to dulcet memories of his egregious mistake. A smile he had never been able to decipher, words uttered against lips, the taste of whisky and cigars, tangled sheets and golden skin, laughter, golden hues and eternal promises, bloodstained wings veiling the night sky… Reality blended with fiction, truth got lost in lies. Anything to keep the mind from shattering as the cracks rapidly spread.

The heart of it struck him in an instant, while chained to a wall, bruised, battered, barely alive. There had never been a mask; he had always been genuine—genuine chaos which he had embraced and wielded as his greatest weapon. Signs and subtle hints were ignored precisely because the darkness inside was real. To deceive his enemies, he had first deceived his allies. Crocodile trusted him even when it went against everything he stood for. He had trusted them both, to make matters even worse.

“Knavish fiend,” the grunt echoed off the walls, pounding in his head with hammer-like strikes. Shallow breaths, neither painful nor pleasurable, trapped his mind in a looped cycle of the events that had transpired. From the first moment their paths had crossed, to the current one where nothing but doom awaited. A sudden jolt of pain left him panting, intensifying the more he dwelt on it. Sweat ran down his cheeks, his teeth clenched, wishing they were biting into flesh—a visceral thought fuelled by rancour, yet so deep and real it confirmed his existence—or what was left of it.

Was there anything left at all?

Broken bones and derisive numbness affirmed there was a perception of sensation, a testimony of one’s physical presence. It was painful to exist in those restless hours. Sleep never came when summoned, and when it did, it was his own mind that kept him awake. Eventually, someone would open the doors of his current prison. That someone was more likely a foe than a friend, yet even then, Crocodile wanted to properly greet them as the quintessence of wrath. He wanted to beshrew their existence, but mostly his. Of that son of a bitch who had brought nothing but destruction with him.

His mouth ran dry, his chest throbbed from the impact of the knife embedded in his heart, and his body quivered vehemently from the sheer surge of emotions. His pride refused to let them escape. His teeth bit into his lower lip to remind him of the physical pain, yet his eyes remained defiant, misting over reality. The image before him was ephemeral, but it was more than enough to break him.

How did it all end up like this?

It was the type of city that drew people toward it. Those seeking very small yet very large miracles, adventurers longing for a new thrill, those hoping for the beginning of a new story, and those wishing for nothing to begin at all. A place to find oneself and a place to lose oneself completely. A place to evolve and a place to be devoured. A place to seek an ordinary life and a place to search for the extraordinary. A place of blinding lights and fastidious darkness. A city of wonders, lies, hopes, troubles, joy, and despair—a symbol of abnormality.

The city’s charisma and double-sided allure were why Crocodile came. It was a chance to start anew, to forget the past and the demons he had left behind, and to create something empyreal. Over ten years had passed since he had made that choice, and over eight since he had started building his underground empire. Baroque Works was a criminal organization, one of many in this city, which owed its rapid growth to its devil fruit users, Crocodile being one of them

No one was certain why people were born with unique abilities, but it was no surprise when governments took an interest. These abilities became a person's most important secret. Once awakened, some kept their powers hidden even from their families. Those who couldn’t were presented with two options: a life as the government's product or a life as a criminal. Interestingly enough, these two factions weren’t at war with each other, even if they sometimes stood in each other's way. They lived in a parasitic symbiosis, constantly feeding off each other. At times they were partners, at others they were enemies. What had become clear early on, much to Crocodile's expectations, was that no one was to be trusted. In an ever-changing city with swarms of ever-changing faces, offering trust meant immediate death.

[9:32] All done, Mr. Zero.

The text message came from his secretary, Miss All Sunday. A short, concise report on the last shipment of weapons to the Ganmi group, just as he was used to. The Ganmi group was a relatively new presence in the city, having appeared two years ago, but they were loyal customers. Calling them a "group" was generous—they were more of a local gang battling other small fries in their neighbourhoods. Normally, he wouldn’t care much about them, but he knew how useful connections could be when most needed. Even if Crocodile never intended to ask for anything in return for his services (other than money), he planned to use the Ganmi group as required. A neutral group with no specific ties to bigger organizations in the city was always useful if a distraction was necessary.

He didn’t respond to the message, merely left it as read. Miss All Sunday was accustomed to his lack of communication through the phone. She knew his paranoia, his habits, and his preferences. She had been by his side for seven years, and despite everything they had been through, Crocodile still believed she would eventually betray him. She was a lot like him, after all, and that was possibly why they made such good partners.

[10:03] Mr. Five’s task?

A hit job requested two weeks ago, another service his organization offered. Depending on the severity and importance of the job, Crocodile would sometimes send his elite officers to the front lines. Each of them excelled in specific areas, and so far, they hadn't performed below his expectations.

[10:05] Being worked on. [10:06] Results will be in in a week.

That was adequate. He preferred clean jobs with no strings attached. Hasty kills brought too many questions; protracted kills erased their significance and meaning. A balance was necessary, and his elite operated according to the balance he dictated. Those under them were sent out for insignificant hits meant only to bring in more money.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He had been in the city long enough to develop a sixth sense for impending trouble. The other organizations had kept a low profile for the past few months, performing their services and patrolling their turfs out of habit, merely keeping up appearances. Even the brats who often got caught up in the city's whirlwind were unusually quiet. Sometimes there were street brawls between gangs; other times, the kids were simply enjoying their youth and school days while they lasted. But they were always loud and noticeable. Even the police weren’t as active, likely in response to the other side’s subdued behavior.

He didn’t like it.

It felt as if everyone was waiting for something. It almost seemed as if the city itself had altered its abnormal lifestyle. Or perhaps it was just about to begin. Crocodile’s hand reached for the tin with cigars and the guillotine cutter. He took a cold taste after cutting the tip, and once satisfied, he lit it evenly, rotating the cigar and taking the first puff of smoke. The mild flavor graced his taste buds, lightheadedness crept up as it always did with tobacco, and for a moment, he was able to relax his nerves and forget about his worries.

“I’ve just arrived at Calm Belt. I’m not in a rush, so take your time.” The man took a seat at the nearby table with his back turned to Crocodile, still engrossed in his conversation. Usually, he didn’t care about the lives of others, and normally, he wouldn’t have paid attention to this man either, if it weren’t for his laughter, which was simply too boisterous for Crocodile’s taste. “So, you lost her again? Fwahahahahahahahaha! I thought you were going together—”

Golden eyes lifted to judge the man behind his back. A fairly tall individual, young, white-haired, tanned skin, dressed in comfortable yet expensive clothing, with a loud, continuous laugh and an aura of arrogance that reminded Crocodile of a certain blond.

As he took another puff of smoke, Crocodile knew his perfect morning had come to an end. The unease he felt had found its source. According to Mr. Three, Doflamingo had returned to Spain to sort out personal matters. He would be back soon. / @umbrx

[naviculariis]

Plots please 👀 (Mihawk, Robin or Vivi are first that come to mind, but if you can see other muses of yours interacting with Doffy, I'm game 😌)

OOOOH, I am a SUCKER for first meetings. Doffy & Dracule meeting for the first time after a Warlord meeting? Or even BEFORE then- before Mihawk was a Warlord, during both of their early, chaotic days.

...hear me out. Robin working with Doflamingo rather than Crocodile. Robin as a member of the Donquioxte Pirates. With her knowledge & skills?? Unstoppable duo.

Vivi & Doffy having met on accident while she was a Baroque agent, only to later meet again when she's back in her role as a Princess before things go haywire in Alabasta hello?? That moment of "Wait a fuckin' minute-".

I'll stop there for right now but this has opened up Pandora's box for plot ideas

[hyenaheeled]

HELP ANCMCMVNVMN

[seraphiixa]

@umbrx send 💀 for my muse's greatest fear about them.

As a Rear Admiral, as someone who led Marines, it was of the utmost significance that she never show fear or hesitation when faced with the adversary. However, Doflamingo frightened Lyra more than she would ever admit out loud.

Lyra was trained by Vice Admiral Tsuru; she spent nearly her first decade in the Navy on Tsuru's battleship, rising through the ranks and receiving direct mentorship from the greatest strategist the Navy had potentially ever produced. This put Lyra in direct conflict with Doflamingo's gangland-style pirate crew quite a lot while she was in her 20s, until he became a Warlord.

Doflamingo had been formidable from the start, even though he was only a few years older than her. She was a junior Marine officer; he was a pirate captain, a shadow from the criminal Underworld. To Lyra, he was her battleship's greatest enemy. To Lyra, he was the face of pirates everywhere, a representative of everything wrong and evil in the world. When she was in her 20s, she was not nearly the force of nature that she is today --- she feared running into him directly. She never did directly face him, only his crew members.

These days, Lyra is a highly respected Rear Admiral, an acclaimed swordsman, and a Devil Fruit user. She is thousands of times more powerful than she was in when she was a trainee, and more importantly, she is far more experienced. Yet... those old fears from her younger years remain. Lyra does not know what she would do if she ever crossed paths with Doflamingo. He was the bogeyman from her late teens and 20s. He haunted her dreams back then. What if she ran into him? What would she do? What if she couldn't protect her fellow Marines? What if he got the better of her? What would Tsuru think? What would her father think? What if he killed her? The shame of it.

Of all the pirates on all the seas, including Emperors and Warlords and the Worst Generation, Lyra is most wary of Doflamingo.

Lyra's greatest fear regarding Doflamingo is that if she were to ever face him, she would freeze. She would regress into that 20 year old upstart junior officer, and her Marines would pay the price for it.

[waraxarcana]

@umbrx asked: 💭 + rebirth/reincarnation -> does he believe in it? does the concept intrigue him? would he want to experience it? what would his reincarnated self be like? 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic. (Always Accepting!)

Hawkins does hold some belief in reincarnation and rebirth. It's part of his culture and part of the basis for their caste system. People are born into a certain position and are fated to repeat that cycle over and over with each life. Even if you manage to improve your standing somewhat in one life, you are doomed to return to it in the next.

Hawkins is something of an outlier among his people in that he does believe that some can break that cycle. The Pirate King he feels is one of those people, and it's what inspired him to go out and claim that title himself. He believes that Roger, having risen up from obscurity to become a legend, will surely be reincarnated into a prosperous position. The man died a king, even though he was executed as a criminal, and thus will be reborn as a king again. This is what Hawkins desires for himself. He knows he will die someday (even with a Light Keeper's belief, he knows that one cannot truly escape death forever) and thus is striving to ensure that he will be born in a better position than what he had been in this life. It is a way he can actually break the chains of his fate.

As for what he'd like to be reincarnated as, he'd like to be reborn as some kind of nobleman or royal architect so he could indulge in his love for interior design in his next and subsequent lives. Preferably with a certain curly-haired woman reincarnated at his side. He'd very much like to find a way to chain her reincarnated fate to his.

[muselexum]

@umbrx sent:

❛ where do you purchase your audacity from? ❜ / and Akane as the best for last

[meme]

The reactions to Shanks breaking Doflamingo out and bringing him along as an ally(?) could not have been more chaotic, but in hindsight things were going a lot smoother than anyone could have expected. Granted, it's not like Doflamingo had much of a choice in his cooperation.

Akane knew that she shouldn't, but she couldn't help 'poking the bear' every once in awhile. It's not like she was the only one that did it either. Knowing that Doflamingo couldn't retaliate without severe consequence emboldened various crew members. It was never to the point of severe disrespect or overstep, but there was something so satisfying and amusing about... the poking.

"Y'know, I've wondered that all my life myself." She replied, kicking her feet up on the table as she tilted her chair back and forth. She was immersed in a fluff of pink feathers, the jacket spilling out across the floor as well. It had been recovered when they were at Impel Down a couple weeks ago, but had yet to be returned to the rightful owner. She discovered it thrown in one of the storage closets and decided to have some fun with it. "Come to find out, I think it just runs in my blood." Grey eyes--a familiar hue, sparkled with mirth. "You wouldn't even be the first warlord to choke me out for it-- although I do suggest you don't do that."

[rubctosis]

  The crew drowning with the Polar Tang - something he had been travelling with since he was 16.. now split & sinking into the ocean's depths. him and bepo clinging to what little life they had ; Blackbeard mulling over what to do with the ope ope no mi.. The bitter memory gnawed at him like a relentless tide, pulling him beneath the surface of his thoughts. He wandered stood alone on the edge of the an island - The night sky, once a comforting cloak, now seemed an indifferent expanse, its stars cold and distant. his piercings gleam with an almost mournful light. The once-proud symbol of his crew's hopes lay in tatters, a cruel testament to the devastation wrought by Blackbeard’s ruthless strength. a cruel reminder of what had been stolen. Blackbeard’s attack had been an emotionally devastating lost.. If he had the chance to change what had happened in Winner Island he would without an ounce of hesitation. the heavy silence pressing down upon him like a suffocating shroud. The weight of each loss settled heavily on his shoulders. He had always been fiercely protective of them, a fact that had become glaringly apparent through his actions. When Doflamingo’s threat loomed over them, he had sent them to Zou, prioritizing their safety above all else. And in Wano, the sight of his friends in peril drove him to a desperate act of self-sacrifice; he endured unimaginable pain and torture, all for the chance to rescue Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. even then, as he faced the aftermath of Blackbeard’s devastating onslaught. Law's anguish was palpable. His body was battered, his strength waning, but his resolve remained unshaken. He stood on the brink of collapse, yet he was determined not to falter. With every ounce of his remaining energy, he pleaded with Bepo, his voice strained and desperate, urging him to turn around and fight. Even in his broken state, Law refused to abandon them. His crew’s safety was his foremost concern, and he was prepared to sacrifice everything to ensure their well-being so to leave them.. to the hands of blackbeard hurt.

He traced the intricate scars on his arms absentmindedly, inked hands, scarred and trembling, clenched into fists as he grappled with the suffocating grip of despair.. law's already ever-present frown seems to deepen further, the tiredness beneath his eyes accentuated by the dim lighting of the moon light. Bepo every so silent as he walked along side the surgeon of death.

 law's already ever-present frown seemed to deepen further, his hat no longer present.. his sword discarded and left behind. the tiredness beneath his eyes accentuated by the dim lighting of the silver moon light. blackbeard bolstered his crew, & news of several dangerous pirates have escaped from the mass at impel down . . this cant get any worse now can it?

@umbrx ♡ for a starter!

[seashanties]

@umbrx inquired :

for Iva! - do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they - prefer to improvize? - shower or bath? - do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner? - which chore is the one they dread doing the most? - do they prefer the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

💀 iva never prepares herself in advance, she's honestly too lazy, and tends to literally pass out when it's time to sleep. in fact, it's a lucky day if she's actually done laundry, and isn't rushing to do that 💀 she stays in marine barracks more often than not, so she mostly showers, but if she could choose ... please give her a scalding hot bath!!! with bubbles, and a skin softening bath bomb <3 💀 how the fuck she runs around all day is beyond me, she literally survives on coffee, wine, and a couple of quick snacks. she's actually a bit underweight, and certainly does get in the way of her fighting - she tires out extremely quickly, and her eating habits are probably why she naps so much throughout the day. 💀 when i tell you she hates folding clothes .... she HATES it. she constantly gets scolded for it when her room is inspected, because she will literally keep her clean clothes in a pile on a chair, or sometimes she'll toss them in a bin. 💀 she LOVES sea breeze, especially the smell of it, she would literally sleep outside if she could ( her higher ups would literally drag her back inside, i swear she's a gremlin )

[onepiecc]

@umbrx -closed starter-

Another warlord meeting was occurring and this time the Marines wanted to use the pirates that had that status for the upcoming battle against Tk the Whitebeard Pirates. Leigh was called upon to travel with a Vice Admiral to escort the Heavenly Demon himself. The maroonette hated every moment being on the same boat of the Warlord as it was painful. He refused to believe that his beloved friend, Rosinante had the same bloodline as that fiend. It was late at night as he sat on the railing just watching and listening using his devilfruit abilities.

Looking up at the stars, he was remembering his time while training alongside his friend who he still help romantic feelings for. His death weighed heavily on his heart as he never revealed his true feelings to the clumsy blonde. He could still remember when they worked shoveling snow when he would slip then be covered in the white as his face would turn red from embarrassment. Leigh felt fondly remembering their times together which caused a pain in his chest. It was sickening to him to even be in the boat as that murder.

Closing his eyes as the mental and physical exhaustion was catching up. The next night shift personnel had to be coming soon so he decided to rest for a few moments. It didn’t feel like long after resting his eyes he started to dream about his unrequited love and their time together. He was suddenly woken up sensing someone coming closer to him as he opened his tired eyes. Rubbing his eyes sleepily he noticed a tall blonde that was towering over him as his mouth moved faster than his brain. He spoke in a hoarded quiet voice, “Give me a moment Rosinante and I’ll get up.”

Leigh felt a shiver raced down his spine as his instincts kicked him. His body jerked away from this being that let out a dangerous aura and his hand reached for his sword in a defensive position. His body broke out in a cold sweat as he was finally taking in the sight of the person before him. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Narrowing his eyes he was tensed as he spoke with a cold venomous tone, “What can I help you with?”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@umbrx asked: I'm quite sure you know of my love for Ikkaku and how you write her. From the sassiness of her character, her dilemmas, her kindness and love, her wit and intelligence, he relationships with others and how those develop, she's a character of her own story. She doesn't feel like a side character to me anymore. Her actions hold weight, her influence on others impacts stories, her background is so detailed, unique and interesting and fits so well in the whole OP world by adding it more lore. More so than just a character, Ikkaku feels real as much as a real person. There are many, many layers to her which you unfold to us when the time is right. I've got nothing but praise for the way you write her, Anubis. beep beep how’s my portrayal?

Nabi, just because I know how much you love Ikkaku doesn't mean I don't still love hearing it, especially during periods when I get a little too deep into my own imposter syndrome and negative thoughts. I really have worked hard to make Ikkaku feel like a person that, if not someone who actually exists, is an interesting, layered character who matters in the story while still holding true to canon. Your encouragement has absolutely helped me with that, from helping me give her a unique, important individual story in the Demonverse AU to listening to me ramble about her horrible relationships with Hawkins. I seriously appreciate that I can discuss my ideas with you without fear of judgment because you're all for letting this girl have both good and bad times to help her develop. I love you Nabi!

[medicus-mortem]

@umbrx asked:😊, he still thinks of him as a brat lmao how intimidating does your muse find mine? 😊 — not intimidating at all

   “This brat did tear down your entire criminal empire in a matter of days but whatever," Law says, shrugging before flipping Doflamingo off.

[hibiscusxqueen]

@umbrx asked:

Dealings of the underworld were always under his watchful eye. As someone who LEAD the major deals and decisions, JOKER was the name others respected and LISTENED to. Over time, even a Yonko was someone dancing on the palm of his hand. Truly, over the years, Doflamingo had managed to create a NETWORK that served his interests as he wanted. However, just like with individuals of all kinds, there were those who HOPED for his demise, and those who patiently WAITED for opportunities. ❝ My time is rather precious, ❞ The den den mushi told the caller, someone who was deemed DEAD yet walked among the living still. ❝ What proposal do you have for me? ❞

A decade ago, she was presumed secondly only to the King of the Pirates. Her notoriety had instilled fear in the hearts of men but she had retired to spend Roger's last days with him. But things did not go entirely as they had planned. Roger is dead but the rest is in hell, and she needs to regain control. The World Government still thinks she is dead but she needs a network of intelligence. Fast.

She almost chuckled at Joker. He was still a novice when she had first read his name but now he had his strings in the underworld "Straight to the point as usual Joker. You want to puppetteer the Yonkos but know you will be destroyed in combat. I have both the physical and mental prowess to take them on. I believe this can be a fruitful business if you are willing to meet in person."

[naviculariis]

♡ for Mihawk if you're still accepting these!

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours [ ACCEPTING!! ]

Mihawk:

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION

○○○○○ | AFFECTION

●●●○○ | INTEREST

○○○○○ | LOYALTY

○○○○○ | TRUST

He trusts Doflamingo as far as Yoru's swing can reach. He can appreciate the continuous aesthetic, however. Obnoxious pink bird.