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gumpistol · 1 month
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wilder said every straw hat deserves a donquixote family verse, so i've made it my sole mission to make doflamingo miserable with little luffy's feral spider monkey energy. even against a 7-year-old, mingo will not win!!!
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belovedcorvid · 2 months
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Morning tea and convos with Wilder generate so many cursed and sad headcanons for the bird. @mingos you know what you did (ily).
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enruiinas · 5 days
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@mingos asked:
        💝 mentor/mentee         🍸 partners in crime
(yes yes third corazon law, but also i think people are seriously underestimating the potential of doffy taking law under his wing in that two year period before he leaves and teaching a ten year old how to commit crimes because law seemed so jazzed about it. )
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[★ - relationship meme! always accepting.]
        YESSS shape the little gremlin baby up to be his worst best self. ;~; (I agree, there's a lot of underestimated potential here!) It'll be a first for me because we know how much I lean into soft smol baby but I am here for getting to explore a totally different vibe with him. ;^; this will be despicable and so much fun.
        and leaves "how bad can i be?" from the lorax soundtrack playing in my mind on repeat (though tbh it does that frequently anyway).
        but also thinking of how much little law enjoys praise, like... being the special little chosen brat - OOF.
        ✅ Saro approves.
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per-oceanum · 9 days
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@mingos sent. . .
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❛ has anyone ever told you you have soft lips? a surprise, considering you're... y'know, sand. ❜
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ㅤ⠀Lips parted, the kiss ending, even as his hands remained in place: one gripping that ridiculous pink coat, the other cupping a sharp jawline. Elio liked to think of himself as a man with standards. A man who knew his worth, who would never settle for anything subpar. He still thought of himself in that light- and by no means was he settling in the moment. A small indulgence in a moment of… Need. That's all it was, certainly.
ㅤ⠀[ Even with the subtle tremor in his hands; even as his heart raced within his chest as if he had run a marathon across all of Alabasta. ]
ㅤ⠀❝How is it that you can take something romantic- and twist it to become something to grate upon my ears?❞ He muttered, lips curving into a scowl as his hands retreated. He took a step back- putting distance between them, as if it would allow him to think any clearer. To ignore the feeling of hands gripping, of the odd warmth that had settled between them in that moment that had the tips of his ears turning scarlet, had his mind racing to places it certainly shouldn't. ❝I can be sand, I can be flesh and blood. I have full control over myself and my abilities, Flamingo.❞
ㅤ⠀Turning away, slow steps drew him to the desk where a crystalline glass sat. His rings clicked against it as he grasped it, raising it to his lips. Water- not alcohol, not here. Not now. He needed to be of sound mind when dealing with Doflamingo. Dealing- as if it hadn't been a mutual decision to return to this place.
ㅤ⠀The perks of owning multiple islands throughout the Grand Line. A resort here, a casino there, a plot of land with a luxurious, sprawling chateau. . .
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paulyollyoxxenfree · 20 days
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Birds of a feather.
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gumpistol · 28 days
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          ❝ i'm gonna kick your ass you big dumb pink bird man. ❞ / @mingos
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As Far As Lauryl's Concerned, Mingos’ Menstrual Cycle Mod Can Get On Its Bike!
Hey look! What an original and inventive new mod!
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And just look at all the great things that you have with a Menstrual Cycle mod!
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We can't wait to test this one out -
Oh, Lauryl ....
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belovedcorvid · 3 months
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in the early hours of valentine's day, a sizeable tin of umeboshi and a letter had been left outside the heart executive's door.
roci,
oh, don’t look so disappointed. it’s not as if you’ll be receiving anything else from anyone today.
but, to ensure you aren’t sulking by the time i bring my guests over for the evening, i decided i should offer you at least something. you’re so demanding, you know that? like a houseplant that wilts if he doesn’t get his quota of attention and affirmation every few days.
you haven’t changed at all. i didn't know what to think about that when you first arrived. that sentiment is both infuriating and reassuring to me. i hate the way you hesitate when i ask you to show some backbone for once and finish the job. i hate the way the line of your mouth wiggles and makes it so obvious you just want me to let someone go—like just roughing them up is enough of a punishment for disrespecting you. even now, i have to write you this stupid letter because i know you think i’m still angry with you over our argument last night and i have to placate your feelings by insisting i’m not.
but you’re familiar, and this whole life change for us has taught me familiarity is all that matters sometimes. at least this way i don’t have to waste time getting to know you all over again. those frustrating tics of yours, that nauseating look you give me when you want to spend time together but are too meek to say it, the way you trip and make a fool out of yourself in every room you walk into—these are things i remember. things i recognize. it's all the worst parts of home, but it still feels like home.
there’s relief in having you here. finally, finally: instead of things being taken from me, i got something back for a change. and, annoying as you are, i’m glad it’s you. my life felt a tad less interesting without a disaster of a little brother to take care of.
do not reference this letter to me, because i know you will. next time with make eye contact, you’re going to give me that dumb, soft look and fiddle your hands like you’re waiting to give me a hug. and then you’ll say ‘thank you’. for what? i told you i'm only writing this so you won't complain. thanks aren’t warranted, nor do i want them. just let words be words, brother.
 no directives for today. enjoy yourself. however it is you do that.                             - doffy
❣ | Unprompted :: Always Accepting |
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Rocinante spent a lot of time looking down in the direction of his feet, mostly to try and make sure he placed them carefully in an effort to fall less often - with mixed success. Today it was a good thing he did because he nearly tripped over a tin right outside his door, a letter at the top written in his brother's easily recognised handwriting but pink feathered coat nowhere in sight. Hm, to open or not to open that right away; it was still so early in the day, did he really want to start it in this fashion? Something about curiosity and a dead cat comes to mind, but doesn't stop him from heading back into his room and locking the door behind him. Placing the tin on the desk in front of the window, he took a seat and lit a cigarette. It was so early, but he had a feeling he would need it.
A personalised peak into the abyss of his brother's troubled mind, framed as something that was his fault, was a very Doffy gift to receive.
By the end of the letter he sighed a heavy sigh and buried his face in his hands, letting himself tip slowly forward until his forehead rested on the letter, on the surface of the desk. His heart hurt, because as much as this read like an unhinged slap in the face he knew that to Doffy this was probably meant in earnest, meant to be helpful, and that was sad. He felt sad, felt pain for his brother and that was perhaps the worst part of all. For what kind of person did you have to be, to still hold love in your heart for someone that hurt people the way Doffy did, for someone that did the things he did to people he had loved? Pathetic at best, just as demented as Doffy at worst. It's gross, it's pathetic. A realisation that is not new, but rears its head in moments like this: he is out of his depth. In over his head. With a steadying breath, he blankets the area in silence and retrieves a snail from his pocket.
. . .
" Arare, it's me. "
. . .
" I haven't gotten to it yet. Any news ? "
. . .
" Yes, I got the last message. "
. . .
" No no, nothing to report. I just . . . Sorry, nothing's wrong. I guess I just wanted to hear you talk. That's all. "
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puffkins2000 · 2 years
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Guess who got preggo? XD At least the father is, um, pleased. XDD Pretty sure those weren't his sentiments, but I never got around to changing them. The icons are cute, but I was soooo confused to why there were worms wiggling. I thought it was meant as sperm (( XDD )), but when I saw the butterfly icon, I was like, "Oh. I think I know what's it's supposed to represent now." Then again, I could be totally wrong on all of that. XD Ignore their outfits--I haven't gotten around to changing their OTHER outfits yet, and they just spawned the worst pregnancy clothes for her. x_x Alright, so quick update; she told him she was having his baby, she proposed, I had to add him to the family so they could get married with HIS last name (( that still didn't work, and for some reason, I couldn't ask him to move in )), and they got married. I also decided to expand her pregnacy for a bit longer, just to enjoy it a little more—and make my friend wait for the results. XD This game is pretty messed up for some reason. Stuff isn't moving how it should with moo, weird things keep happening... Care to take a guess of what she's going to have? My friend thinks it's a boy--I HOPE it's a boy. XD
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sarcasticmercy · 1 day
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mingos he's gonna release sir tax evasion into the polar tang
"Nah."
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per-oceanum · 2 months
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smash or pass + doflamingo // (he will be insufferable regardless of the answer)
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ㅤ⠀❝How did you get in my HOUSE?❞
ㅤ⠀Deep breath in- breathe out. He can't just-
ㅤ⠀❝Only if it includes shutting that damned mouth of yours.❞ Smash. He means it. He'll find a way to shut him up.
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