No One:

no one:

literally not a single soul:

Rob Lucci: hey it's super unnecessary and but I'll show those pirates my leopard form,, the other agents are already tired of me being extra but 🙀 look at these claws 😻 and my tail 😸 and the perfect pattern all over my body 😽 I'm beautiful and scary rawr😼

I’ve got no strings to hold me down To make me fret Or make me frown

( Drawing some other OP characters. Bonus: )

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Dofladile and L >83

things you said when you thought i was asleep

It had been about a year since Marineford, and the thought that his favorite reptile was not gone from this world after all, not swallowed up by the depths of Impel Down, still hadn’t completely settled in. It had been a little over two years since they had last shared a bed; with Crocodile taking over Alabasta at the other side of the planet, they really just couldn’t make do. But now he was a wanted criminal like before he was a Shichibukai, and Crocodile was on the move again. And it just so happened that his Log Pose had brought him here—or so he said. Doflamingo had laughed, and graciously refrained from taunting him. He too was glad to see the man again, and in so unusually high spirits, too.

Sheets tangled behind him and just a corner of all of them around his naked body, Doflamingo sat cross-legged in his bed, having a rare smoke. It wasn’t often that it happened, but with Crocodile came the fragrance of burning earth, and after one kind of desire was quenched, he had felt another arise. He exhaled the smoke through his nose, propping his cheek into one hand, looking over. Crocodile was a landscape of rises and dales and burrows under the sheets, and so still it was almost eerie. But Doflamingo liked it. The man’s quiet behavior had always anchored him; his madness, his anxiousness. Idly tucking the cigarette between his lips, he leaned back, trying to get a glimpse of Crocodile’s face, but the man was buried beneath the sheets, face hidden away from view. Doflamingo gently took the blanket with thumb and index finger, lifting it away carefully. Crocodile didn’t move, only exhaling a little and stirring the hair that hung down into his relaxed face.

“Look at you,” Doflamingo said with a soft chuckle, taking the cigarette to put it out in the ashtray on his night table where the remnants of Crocodile’s cigar still lay. “Sleeping like a baby. When was the last time you were actually relaxed enough to get some rest?” He settled next to him, crawling under the covers to wrap his arm loosely around Crocodile’s broad chest and bury his face between his shoulder blades.

Crocodile let him, not bothering to let the man know he was still very much awake. He figured even like this, Doflamingo was right enough.

I was gonna do the whole song, but nah