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@cup-o-stars' post struck me with inspiration... made this at 3am now it's time to sleep gn
One Piece AU where everything is the same, except none of it is and I replace the Straw Hats with my fave secondary characters and I apply my favorite theories to them and then I go feral about it for two months in silence-
Until now.
I'm highkey hyperfixated in. 5 different directions rn, but One Piece is the biggest one. These are my skrunklies
Strings in Crimson
When our enigmatic Y/n accidentally lands in Dressrosa, it sets off a chain of chaos, power displays, and dangerously intoxicating tension with Donquixote Doflamingo.
PART 2 OF READER WHO CAN USE THE INFINITY STONES
doflamingo x reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
main characters: doflamingo
tags: sfw, v!ol3nce
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc
words count: 786
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
Dressrosa was too bright.
Even from the moment you stepped onto the sun-bleached cobblestones, the place reeked of forced cheer. Laughter too loud, colors too vibrant. Like a festival that refused to end. You hated it immediately.
You’d landed by accident — or as close to an accident as someone like you could. Space liked to rip when you snapped your fingers too hard. One careless flick, a shimmer of stars, and there you were. Smack in the middle of the city square while a nearby woman screamed about her missing child.
You sighed.
A blonde in pink feathers clocked you instantly. It was impossible not to. Tall and lean, Donquixote Doflamingo practically radiated threat.
“Fufufufu~ well, well,” he crooned from above, perched like a smug vulture on a balcony. “A new face. And what a face.”
You didn’t answer. Not out of caution. You just didn’t care.
Instead, you turned a nearby pigeon into a tiny floating star just to see if you could.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Doflamingo’s grin sharpened.
In a blur, he appeared before you, a slash of color and power.
“Name,” he demanded.
“Y/n.”
“Devil Fruit user?”
“No.”
He tilted his head, intrigued. “Then what the hell are you? fufufufu~”
You glanced at the ground. It cracked under your gaze, spreading like glass under a hammer.
“Complicated.”
A chuckle. Low, dangerous. “I like complicated.”
He brought you to his palace. You let him. Not because you trusted him, but because you were bored.
His executives bristled. Trebol whined about taking in strays, Pica rumbled disapproval, Diamante preened. You ignored them all. Your presence was a storm in still air, and they felt it, even if they didn’t understand why.
“Test them,” Doflamingo ordered, one hand languidly swirling wine.
Buffalo charged first.
You didn’t move.
A thought, and space folded. He disappeared with a yelp, reappearing upside down, tangled in the palace’s chandelier.
Gladius tried next.
You blinked. His exploding fists paused mid-detonation, the tiny fragments suspended in mid-air.
“Cute trick,” you murmured, then rewound time by a second, leaving him disoriented and vomiting from vertigo.
The room fell silent.
Doflamingo leaned forward, interest gleaming.
“You could kill them all.”
You shrugged. “Could.”
“And me?”
A small, crooked smile tugged at your lips. “Wouldn’t be polite.”
He laughed. A real one. Not the shrill cackle, but something darker, lower.
“You’re mine now.”
“No.”
“Eventually.”
You poured yourself a drink, letting reality bend just slightly to fill the glass from a bottle across the room.
Weeks passed.
You became a ghost in the palace, appearing where you pleased, vanishing when bored. You rewound time to catch falling glasses, bent space to avoid dull conversations. The staff flinched when you passed. Doflamingo watched you with something dangerous, something almost fond.
He’d invite you to dinners you rarely attended. When you did, it was chaos.
Once, a rival warlord visited. He made the mistake of grabbing your wrist.
You didn’t react.
He blinked — and found himself standing in the middle of the sea, a thousand yards offshore.
Doflamingo’s grin nearly split his face.
“That was a gift,” he told you later, eyes gleaming.
You shrugged. “Didn’t like him.”
Neither did Doflamingo.
Trouble came in the form of a foreign warlord and a double-crossed deal. Not one for subtlety, the fool marched right into Dressrosa’s palace with a small army and a head full of bad ideas.
You found Doflamingo in the gardens, pristine and grinning, standing atop a mound of broken bodies like a crimson-clad god, not a scratch on him as enemies circled, too stupid to realize their doom.
“Care for a hand?” you asked mildly.
He bared his teeth in a grin. “Thought you’d never offer.”
You raised a hand. Reality convulsed.
Half the enemy force vanished into a pocket dimension of black nothingness. The rest scrambled, confusion thick in the air.
One bold lieutenant lunged. You tilted your head, and the man’s soul flickered visibly from his body — a ghostly echo you plucked between your fingers like a thread and snapped.
Doflamingo whistled, low. "You are a vicious thing."
“I get bored.”
Within minutes, the garden was a graveyard of twisted perceptions — enemies trapped in loops of false victories, others suspended mid-air like grotesque marionettes.
You dusted off your coat. "Clean enough?"
Doflamingo stepped over a dying man, his grin sharp and fond. “Marry me.”
“Pass."
He chuckled, licking blood from his teeth. "You’ll come around."
You would, maybe. Or not.
But for now, you flexed space one last time, leaving the remnants of the coup in a shivering bubble of frozen time, an unbroken reminder of what it meant to cross either of you.
if doflamingo has no haters then i am dead
Rewatching dressrosa and my new headcanon is that Corazon’s jacket was originally pink, but he either a) kept catching it on fire until it turned black or b) they just gave him a black jacket so the burn parts didn’t show.
Boys (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
guys😭
FORGIVE ME FOR MY JOKES.... but in any case Crocodile >>>> 🌍
Untitled by Tobu@Tobu_0w0
A lurking sense of mistrust…
first time smoking with Doffy
RifRaf - One piece animatic
One Piece Academy Chapter 42: My Only Little Brother, part 2 (Quick translation)
source | part 1 | index
*plop*
Luffy: GOMU GOMU NO...
HANABI!!
Lackeys: Waahhh!
Luffy: I'm all fired up!
Zoro: Now this is my thing. Unlike an undercover investigation.
Usopp: Dammiiit!!
Lackeys: What are these middle schoolers??!
Usopp: Corao, get everyone other than me inside your soundproof barrier!
Cora: What??
Usopp: I have a good weapon to sweep 'em away.
Cora: Got it, Usopp! Silent...
Usopp: USOOOPP ~
Usopp: NOIISE~~~~!!!
*screeeech*
Lackeys: AAAH!! MY EAR!
Usopp: Checkmate! Corao, I'm done here!
Cora & co: ?
Usopp : THEY CAN'T HEAR ME..!!
Lackeys: Gwaah!
Doflamingo: The meeting is postponed.
Fufufufu..
Lackeys: Don't let Joker escape!
Trebol: Behehehe...
Luffy: Where are you going, Mingo..!!
Cora: I'll chase Doffy.
Law: Cora san!
Cora: Sorry, Law..
But I must bring Doffy back.
Luffy: Go, Corao, Traffy!
Zoro: Leave the small fries to us. Though they're not worth cutting..
Sanji: We'll follow you soon, won't take two minutes!
Usopp: The brave man Usopp won't let a single man pass through!
Cora: You all..
Thanks! We'll be back soon after talking with him!
-
Cora: Your connection with the dark is severed. Stop already.
I won't let you take the path of destruction. There must be another way you can live!
Let's go home with us!
Doffy:
The place where you two live... It's quite far from here.
Cora: You knew..?
Doffy: Fufufufu, Not a place in this town that I don't know about.
I was so disappointed, when I was betrayed by you.
Same goes for Law, I took you in like a younger brother.
I let you study, taught you every bit of combat skill.
Cora:...
Doffy: And once again, today. I was supposed to take those underworld folks right under my palm.
Trebol: Behehe, it was worth a shot, wasn't it~? Now you know what will happen-
Doffy: My loss.
"???!"
Trebol: Doffy....!!
Continues in Reblog ⬇️
I think something I never really stopped to think too much about in One Piece is the sounds.
I grew up surrounded by nature. I grew up listening to the sounds the woods by my house made, the fields of crops down the road, of the river and creeks at my grandparents, and storms rolling over miles of empty plains in the fall.
I could tell you everything you need to know about those things. I didn't fear the dark because I knew it well. I could run those trails in the dead of night and I could have walked the land around my home blindfolded. I knew every branch that scraped, every bird nest full of singing life, every hole waiting for an ankle, every thorn tree that dropped terrible gifts to the earth. I knew it all.
Now I'm learning the sounds of the city. And everything is so loud. You forgot how quiet the world is when it's just you, and our world is full of loud things. Trains, cars, planes, electricity humming, pipes creaking, etc.
I believe I've made mentions of it before in my posts but I'm just really interested in how the One Piece world sounds.
Do the waves make different sounds than our own? Do sea kings sound more like tigers or gorillas when they roar? Are storms still ear shattering when they call out with thunder? Does the wind howl in your ear, or does it sing?
What does it sound like when Marco flies with massive wings right next to you? Does it sound like a regular bird but magnificent? Or does it pop your ears like a plane? Does he make different noises because of his devil fruit? Are his vocal cords different than someone else's?
What about when Buggy separates? The human body makes a variety of sound when it's sperated in different ways, does he sound like thighs stuck together with sweat in the summer or an injury like the loss of a limb? Does it pop like part of a toy, or maybe a click like a lock and key? Does it make a sound like pulling meat apart?
Does Luffy squeak when he moves all the time? Does he sounds like new shoes on marble or the high pitched screech of bare skin on gym floors?
Did Ace make the wooshing sound of dry wood or maybe the soft pops of low embers? Was he more like a forest fire taking off or a candle flickering in the window?
Does Kidd sound like a a car crash? Like metal bending and reforming itself into something messy and new? Does he clang like dropped silverware or is it heavy like metal gates closing? Maybe he sounds like the hammer of a blacksmith on burning metal?
Does Chopper have a way of talking that's distinctive? Like an accent or a lisp? Surely there would be something that would remind people that vocal cords change with each species and suddenly being able to make the noises of the human language would be a learning curve?
Does Robin sound like skin sliding against skin? Like rubbing your arms when you're cold or the dry sound that comes sometimes when you shake someones hand? Maybe she sounds like the wind in a garden or pulling petals off a flower?
Does Crocodile sound like a sandstorm? Does the sand he controls sound like screaming, like howling? Or maybe it sounds like a mudslide, something powerful and earthly?
Does Doflomingo make the the twang of tight threads being pulled and snapped back into place? Maybe the snap of elastic bands or the zzzz of string being pulled of the roll too quick?
Just so many fun things to consider 💭
Might do one of these about some of the other senses too.
i think he could benefit from some therapy (probably not)
Картинки с Донкихотами, нарисованные в разное время.
Pictures of the Donquixote brothers, drawn at different times.
I'm at it again
What if, one day, Doflamingo pulls a Crocodile and comes back from Impel Down, but since he has been a prisoner for a long time (it hasn't been a long time now, but it will be by the time he gets out of prison, hopefully), long enough for his hair to grow, and maybe even without his glasses.
And Law sees him. His hear jumping right out of his throat, and his eyes instantly watering at the sight of that familiar head of unkept blonde hair. His mind automatically reminiscing about the man that saved his life and the day he saw him, his black coat a dark contrast against the pure white snow, surrounded by big and small droplets of dark, dark blood. He remembers that day, still hearing the deafening silence coming from him. That same silence told him that the man in the black coat was still alive and helping him one last time to get away from danger, while he could just watch the snow slowly coming down, burying his savior.
Law then blinks, cursing for that little moment of weakness (but not regretting it, because as Sengoku told him at Dressrosa, the best way to honor a loved one is to remember them), to then only to shiver as the man in front of him opens his mouth to regard him with an unfortunate and familiar maniacal laugh, his smile too wide to be genuine, too different from the last smile Cora gave him, a cruel and mocking smile.
Would Doflamingo share something, if anything, with his brother? Or would he look like a wicked and twisted picture of a past lost to hatred?
you’re telling me they put doflamingo in impel down and let him keep his glasses? what the fuck is he hiding under there, morals and human decency? the ability to not look like gay manic hippie? is it really just a Schrödinger’s cat situation and we’ll just never truly know?
questions, questions…