“ what body part are you ? ”   Your Result: Hands

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necroarchy replied to your post:    Just saw these today. I want to thank you...

  OH YEAH? WELL, WHO NEEDS BRAINCELLS,

             WHEN YOU CAN HAVE PROBLEMS, INSTEAD?

   Just saw these today. I want to thank you anon(s) for your interest! It was cute.

   I’ve been playing on tumblr since April 2012. A short-lived venture through the Hitman Reborn fandom led me to dive right in with my first One Piece blog, featuring the boi, Portgas D. Ace.

 I wrote for AWHILE for Ace @orewahida​​. Since then I’ve written for a VERY diverse series of muses, including, but not limited to All Might, @watashi-ga-kita​ / @watashi-ga-kita-archived, Grimmjow @kishire , a World of Warcraft OC @theplaguelord , Levi Ackerman @l-promised-him , and recently, I’m focused on Viral and Simon from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann @spiral-chronicler and @anahori-simon. (My previous blogs for Viral were @yarunaningen && @imherebecauseyourehere but I made them while life was rough lol. they had a bad vibe, hence the remake.)

    The mun Turtle ( @moyasuborn , @omniiborn , @drillelict , @mamorukoto , @sanbosocho​ , @katsukashinu , && etc) and I tend to share a single braincell, so you’ve no doubt seen their blogs interacting with mine with every migration.

  One Piece and Gurren Lagann are my absolute two favorite series, so crossovers abound. The reason that Doffy’s blog is being slowly updated from a 2016 hiatus is because Turtle, a few friends of ours, and I have plans to involve Doff here in a big ol multiblog crossover.

   Its gonna be messy and he’ll be very vexed by it all so I’m looking forward to it!

  THANKS AGAIN, ANON, for your curiosity! I hope that satisfied, but I’m always up for anwering more questions if not. I can pretty much always be found on @spiral-chronicler​, even if Doffy gets quiet while I work on his graphics and all that, so feel free to follow me there and drop a line any time.

necroarchy‌:

     “ Good is not a term that I would ever associate with you.

❝You’re right. There’s nothing sexy about self-depreciation. We know the term we’re both looking for here is ‘sublime’ .

     Particularly in regards to taste...❞

🃏—.❝No, no. Don’t stop there, Seiko. Let’s hear the rest of it. This is a cute speech.

   I like it. Pretty words from a pretty face. You just can’t beat it, fufufu! But we both know it doesn’t end there, right? Spend it all - your howls, your indignation, all the blood on this mouth. And get to the real point.❞

  He reached forward, the breadth of his empty hand aligning with her delicate cheek. The pad of his thumb grazed along her bottom lip, and swept away the crimson from her wrathful lips, the ripened flesh of a peach. Doflamingo’s massive frame was positioned in front of Seiko, crouched, with one knee pressed to the earth below, and the other propped a long forearm for the task of trespassing against the young woman’s presence. He brushed her cheek with a wretched tenderness - his touch was warm, and steadfast; a promise of security and refuge, at the cost of a soul, perhaps.

 ❝You’re hurt. And you’re horrified. And you’re desperate for somewhere to go. And you’re disgusted that it might be under my mark... right? But you have a little girl, and you have to do whatever is necessary to keep her safe. I know a thing or two about you.

 So tell me, am I on track so far?

  After all, it’d be better if you both died, rather than the two of you go back to the Holy Land. They’ll split you up, you know. And even I won’t even think past that.

   The Donquixote Family or the Holy Land. ...what kind of a choice is that?

           Fufufu! It’s a tough break, it really is!❞

   Doflamingo stood up then, and lifted his hand from her face to instead turn it upwards towards her. His open palm waited just in front of her, as if the time it took her to make a decision didn’t matter at all. The Heavenly Demon’s voice was low, murmured for her ears alone, out of all the world.

  ❝You think I’m the worst, right? A real child of destruction, as you said.

   Imagine it. What the hell would you have left to be afraid of, if I was standing between you and your nightmares, eh? Pit evil against evil, Seiko. I don’t mind it at all, you see. I’ll devour your suffering, along with mine and everyone else’s! And you won’t have to worry about it at all, because I was never looking for redemption. I’m just here to make sure they all have a truly bad day for a lifetime. Happy endings aren’t my thing, you know?

   Go ahead and lament this world in peace; the worst is on your side.❞

necroarchy‌:

❝Oh hell, Artie, we know why you would do this.

 No one faults a man for his good taste, you know.❞ 

Describe your sex life using only a movie title: ‘The Finger Of God’

tagged by: @necroarchy​ , much to his regret.

tagging: why not you?

🃏—.Nightmares?

           Hilarious.

  He was familiar with the sick specters that settled upon his chest while he dozed. Imperceptible to the eye, but so heavy that Doflamingo could have sworn that he felt his ribs cracking, fracturing beneath the relentless presence. They weren’t uncommon. He’d enduring night terrors since his unspeakable childhood. He just... hadn’t expected it. Those sleepless hours had chased him down, down into this putrid cell, wrenched cold sweat out of his skin, and replaced the marrow of his bones with trembling rage.     

  Doflamingo hated lying on his back. It wasn’t the cold of the stone floor. It wasn’t the ache that exhausted his body, from motionlessness  He hated looking up, ceaselessly. He hated the view where everything in sight was unreachable by his hand, and he hated that everything within reach, was covered in filth and decay. The seastone shackles that governed his wrists were heavy, and they ground into his flesh without end. But he even gave that a purpose - rousing himself awake from the terrors of his visions.

  ❝Ah, it’s just so damn boring in here....

          Fufufu, where’s that corpulent devil?

               At leas a little torture would keep me awake.

                     I wonder if I’ve stayed long enough to start making requests.❞

  His fist closed, curled against itself like a defective serpent. Fangs in the form of keratin crescents, bore deep red rivulets into the heel of his palms. The pain aided only slightly, to draw his mind away from the malefic voices that nested in the chasm somewhere in his head. His sanity stretched dangerously thin, as cells divided and died, without knowledge of the sun. Without once respirating clean air. A familiar hell. He didn’t think of their faces. He didn’t think on their voices. No one could reach him, here, but his demons. And... he couldn’t reach anyone else, from within this vile, unconscionable place. He was really finished with all of it, after all. ....something would have to give.

A twisted mirth crept across his mouth, weary features obliging a misplaced amusement. Tired muscles hauled their weight upwards, a perpetrator strung upon a rack; a sudden, expectant grin.

          ❝You know? I feel like something really good is gonna happen, soon....❞

                                                             — ❝ₒₙₗᵧ ₜₕₑ 𝒹ₑₗᵢ𝒸ᵢₒᵤₛ ₜₕᵢₙ𝓰ₛ 𝓌ᵢₗₗ ᵣₑₘₐᵢₙ.❞