((Okay, I’ll be honest here, it was REALLY hard to get this working… =/
And in the end I just had to turn it into a silly comic. sorry.
I hope it’s still okay.))
@ askbellamy
((Awww I wouldn’t like Dofla to disappear D= I dunnow if I can come up with any good questions but I’ll try my best to keep our RP going =3 ))
(( thanks :) i saw your reply so i’m working on my side now~ just takes a minute to get into character xD its just so crazy how like, a month ago, this blog was pretty busy and then it suddenly just died :/ i love Dofla so much so its a little disheartening to see this happening :( ))
((I know what you mean, this blog was far more popular when I started it too. But tbh I was pretty lazy with my answers after some time and eventually stopped drawing and answering for this blog completely… Not that I stopped liking the character, I just got so damn busy and my “make a drawing for every question and make it as perfect as possible” standart was too much to keep up. Well, I’m less busy now, so I do my best to make this blog neat again =3 ))
Source: askdofla
Q:Wait..you're supposed to be dead? The fuck?
Supposed to be dead…what do ya mean with that? Juts because someone wnats to see me dead doesn’t mean that I AM dead. Who even told ya that rubbish?
Hate at first sight
“So, me fucking myself would be more interesting to you?” The blond concluded and laughed again. “We could arrange that if you really want it that badly.” Was his offer before he gulped down more rum. No need to say that he was enjoying himself greatly, Bellamy never thought he could have such a good time with a hated person, normally he only like those persons dead, but he had to admit that this particular women was more fun alive.
A frown of disdain distorted her beautiful feature « Go. the fuck. away » she said in a raging voice as she tried to pull on her restraint to loosen them, but having exactly the opposite happening. She hissed and looked back at Bellamy. « I want nothing from you except you getting out of my life, is that so hard? » she asked him, not really waiting for an answer. She knew he was enjoying it, seeing the smug grin on his face as he sipped more alcohol down. Even if she was drunk herself. Right now she would have emptied the bottle just to soothe her anger with the numbness provided by the amber liquid.
“Stop being such a pathetic person and I might leave.” The blond taunted and fell into another laughter. Abruptly he stopped and looked down at the women underneath him. “Oh, I’m such a rude person, haven’t offered you a drink yet.” He slurred and tilted the bottle over her head, accidentally spilling the all the rum that was left in the bottle. “There you go.” He said and chuckled at her wet face. Without having recognised that he emptied the bottle in that action he moved it to his lips and tried to have a sip himself. Angered he now realised that he was out of booze, with a sigh he smashed the empty bottle next to the bed and got up. “Well, maybe I do have to leave in the end, but I’ll be back soon.” Bellamy said and staggered towards door, with shaky hands he unlocked it and stepped out, sure that the hotel will have some sort of bar where he could get more booze.
He spilled the alcohol on her face, laughing at her once again. As he try to get more booze from the bottle, he realized he had emptied it on her and launched the bottle next to the bed, shattering it to pieces. He stood up telling her he’ll be back soon and left the room. She looked at her restraints and some alcohol burned her eyes slightly, letting a tear drop on her cheeks from her left eyes, though she was not sure if it was not one of pain or one of anger. She pulled her amputee arm the most she could and manage to get it out of the clothing. She kneed on the bed and took the knife in her mouth, since he had left it in the pillow next to her head. From behind, her head looked exactly like she was doing a blowjob, but she was trying to cut through the blanket. After 2 or 3 minutes she succed into doing it and broke free from the grasp of the blanket. She stood up and first thing she put her hook on. She took a towel and wiped her face and body real fast and as she was finishing Bellamy entered the room with new bottles of booze, his boisterous face changing into a frown as he noticed she had got freed from her restraint and was now dry.
Bellamy was able to get a hold of a few bottles with various liquors without causing too much ruckus, after all it won’t turn out good to draw the attention of the marines on him now. He returned to room 149 quickly with already one bottle opened, the blond took a big sip and entered the room and was promptly greeted by a dried up and angry looking Lady Crocodile. “Fuck.” He muttered, not knowing how exactly she got free, unable to remember that he left the dagger behind. His dazed mind was working fast to solve this issue as soon as possible, he was sure that he would regret if he hesitated any longer. So Bellamy didn’t put much thought into his next action, he gripped the bottleneck firmly and rushed forward to smash the bottle over the women’s head. The bottle burst into many tiny pieces and covered her in the liquid that was inside along with small shards of glass that cut through the skin of her naked body.
Source: ladycrocodile
((Somewhere in the middle of doing the outlines I got lazy I think…and I don’t even wanna talk about the way I colored this thing… ANYWAY, I’m pretty sure I mentioned that I will do a small thing only, that should be small enough.
“He stopped as he reached less than a foot from Bellamy’s face and placed his hand on his shoulder. He loosened the strings a bit, not letting him go completely, but trying to show a bit of sympathy, seeing as that’s what humans did when they wanted another’s acknowledements.” -askdofla
I really love the way this is written okay? That’s why I took this scene. I wish my picture could be at least half as good as the writing is done here ;3;
ALSO, right click in the picture and then open in new tab for the sharp full version of it =3 ))
Soooo…
tumblr won’t let me upload my photoset…
YOU KNOW WHAT TUMBLR? F**K YOU!
Give the kid a break
Doflamingo raised his eyebrows at the blonde’s comment. He didn’t want One Piece? This made him want the hyena on his crew even more. He laughed histerically. “PSYCHO?!” he said through his laughter. He used his strings to make Bellamy pat himself on the cheek. “Maybe I am a bit crazy.” His tongue played in the air as he walked closer to the hyena. The truth was that he didn’t really want One Piece either. It was something he used to recruit followers seeing as that was the big motivation these days. “What do you want then?”
He was still raging inside but his answer came more calmer than his previous assault. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m a pirate, what would a pirate want, hm? I want a free and good life, doing whatever pleases me, nothing more and nothing less.” Bellamy explained, but was unable to hide away a little hint of bitternesses in his voice, maybe his life was free, yet it was far from being good, the life of a pirate, he learned, wasn’t that easy to live in the end. But he wouldn’t just admit that he had a major problem with money and trouble with the marines more than it is good for him and his crew, no showing a weakness was no option for the young captain.
Donquixote looked at the blonde pirate as he chuckled, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He walked closer as he listened to the hyena, hearing the bitterness in his voice as he spoke of what he truly wanted. Doflamingo couldn’t help himself, laughing at the desperate pirate in front of him who had clearly failed to live up to his dream. “And how’s that going for you?” His tongue anchored itself in the corner of his smile, the feathers on his coat dirtied from the rubble, and dust misting off of him as he walked closer. “Are you a free pirate, Bellamy?”
“Yes I am!” He replied defiantly, trying to ignore the tugging at his limps the best he could. “I might not have as much money as I’d like to have, but that problem will solve itself eventually and as long as I’m free it doesn’t bother me.” Bellamy clenched his teeth as his struggling grew stronger again, he had enough of this invisible force, enough of this guy’s smug grin.
Doflamingo laughed again, slightly mocking the hyena as he crept towards him. He could almost feel his frustrations leaking into him through the strings. “I’ve got lots of money.” He stopped as he reached less than a foot from Bellamy’s face and placed his hand on his shoulder. He loosened the strings a bit, not letting him go completely, but trying to show a bit of sympathy, seeing as that’s what humans did when they wanted another’s acknowledements. “I have a proposition for you.” His grin grew wider as he looked into the blonde’s eyes, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “If you can defeat me right here and now, I will walk away and leave you alone forever… But if you can’t, I’d love for you to join my crew.” He chuckled sadistically, his glasses glinting in the light. He knew there wasn’t much of anything that Bellamy could do to win in this situation and so he challenged his competitive side. “It would be a horrible life on my ship. I mean, with access to all that money and freedom to do as you please.”
Despite his anger he couldn’t help it but frown at Doflamingos words, was he joking? Was he being serious? Bellamy couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter anyway, he won’t put any trust in a mad man’s babbling. After a while rethinking his situation and possibilities he raised his voice. “No interest. I’m not gonna fight a man who is hiding behind his devil fruit powers like a coward and weakling.” He eventually provoked with a smug grin. “Feel free to prove me wrong.”
Source: askbellamy
Hate at first sight
She tightened her jaw as he spoke and then he released her mouth. She wanted to snarl at him and told him to go fuck himself, to just leave her alone and even to ask him why the fuck he was there, but she wasn’t in for a beating again. She closed her mouth in anger and her face was distorted as well by the rage that was consuming her. Get off of me bastard…she kept on playing those words in her head as she gave him a look that was saying she would really like to see him dead on the ground by now. What the fuck are you doing, Bellamy? her glowing eyes were shouting at him.
“Good.” The blond remarked and pulled away the dagger, for now it seemed safe to give her that much freedom, she wasn’t able to fight back without her hook and wet like this anyway. He rammed the knife into the pillow next to her head, making it stick out there, close at hand in case he needed it. While looking at her cautiously he started to fumble around, searching for the blanket. Once he got a hold of it he ripped it apart along the wide side, then shifted his position again, moved a bit back to reach her wrists. Without being careful at all he shoved her arms above her head and tied them up firmly to the bed with the piece of blanket. After testing if the cloth was tight enough he got off of her and made his way to the door, remembering that he didn’t locked it when he entered, not that Lady Crocodile had a chance to escape, but he wanted to prevent any kind of disturbance. With the door locked now he walked up to a small table, grabbing a full bottle of rum that stood next to an empty one and a cigar from a small metal box. He lit the cigar and took a deep drag and went back to the bed, placing himself on top of the suppressed women agin. He took another drag and spilled some ash down on his victim, then had a big gulp of the rum. “Interesting isn’t it, this situation?” Bellamy pointed out and put on a toothy grin, his head feeling light from all the booze that was circulating in his blood. “After all we WILL have a drink together…” He continued and burst out laughing, believing what he just said was extremely funny.
He tied her arms to the bed and went on to search for the last full bottle of rhum laying next to the one she emptied. He stole again one of her cigar which sent a slight burning on her cheeks at the spot he had burned. She had recuperate from that wound but there was still a little scar left by the burn. He came back to her, sitting on her stomach and took a grin before blowing the smoke in her direction and tapping the burnt ashes onto her body. The burning ashes slightly pained her but she didn’t even made a sound as he spoke and laughed to his own joke. She was not sure if she could speak yet but heck, she was not going to let him enjoy that without saying a word. She gave a look to the knife next to her but finally she couldn’t hold herself. « Go fuck yourself » she snarled as she looked at Bellamy with angered eyes. « This is nowhere near interesting. why don’t you go intoxicate your ass with alcohol back to that crappy bar with your nakama, huh?» she said, trying to stay composed but the hate was burning and pressing on her stomach.
“So, me fucking myself would be more interesting to you?” The blond concluded and laughed again. “We could arrange that if you really want it that badly.” Was his offer before he gulped down more rum. No need to say that he was enjoying himself greatly, Bellamy never thought he could have such a good time with a hated person, normally he only like those persons dead, but he had to admit that this particular women was more fun alive.
A frown of disdain distorted her beautiful feature « Go. the fuck. away » she said in a raging voice as she tried to pull on her restraint to loosen them, but having exactly the opposite happening. She hissed and looked back at Bellamy. « I want nothing from you except you getting out of my life, is that so hard? » she asked him, not really waiting for an answer. She knew he was enjoying it, seeing the smug grin on his face as he sipped more alcohol down. Even if she was drunk herself. Right now she would have emptied the bottle just to soothe her anger with the numbness provided by the amber liquid.
“Stop being such a pathetic person and I might leave.” The blond taunted and fell into another laughter. Abruptly he stopped and looked down at the women underneath him. “Oh, I’m such a rude person, haven’t offered you a drink yet.” He slurred and tilted the bottle over her head, accidentally spilling the all the rum that was left in the bottle. “There you go.” He said and chuckled at her wet face. Without having recognised that he emptied the bottle in that action he moved it to his lips and tried to have a sip himself. Angered he now realised that he was out of booze, with a sigh he smashed the empty bottle next to the bed and got up. “Well, maybe I do have to leave in the end, but I’ll be back soon.” Bellamy said and staggered towards door, with shaky hands he unlocked it and stepped out, sure that the hotel will have some sort of bar where he could get more booze.
Source: ladycrocodile
Hate at first sight
She tightened her jaw as he spoke and then he released her mouth. She wanted to snarl at him and told him to go fuck himself, to just leave her alone and even to ask him why the fuck he was there, but she wasn’t in for a beating again. She closed her mouth in anger and her face was distorted as well by the rage that was consuming her. Get off of me bastard…she kept on playing those words in her head as she gave him a look that was saying she would really like to see him dead on the ground by now. What the fuck are you doing, Bellamy? her glowing eyes were shouting at him.
“Good.” The blond remarked and pulled away the dagger, for now it seemed safe to give her that much freedom, she wasn’t able to fight back without her hook and wet like this anyway. He rammed the knife into the pillow next to her head, making it stick out there, close at hand in case he needed it. While looking at her cautiously he started to fumble around, searching for the blanket. Once he got a hold of it he ripped it apart along the wide side, then shifted his position again, moved a bit back to reach her wrists. Without being careful at all he shoved her arms above her head and tied them up firmly to the bed with the piece of blanket. After testing if the cloth was tight enough he got off of her and made his way to the door, remembering that he didn’t locked it when he entered, not that Lady Crocodile had a chance to escape, but he wanted to prevent any kind of disturbance. With the door locked now he walked up to a small table, grabbing a full bottle of rum that stood next to an empty one and a cigar from a small metal box. He lit the cigar and took a deep drag and went back to the bed, placing himself on top of the suppressed women agin. He took another drag and spilled some ash down on his victim, then had a big gulp of the rum. “Interesting isn’t it, this situation?” Bellamy pointed out and put on a toothy grin, his head feeling light from all the booze that was circulating in his blood. “After all we WILL have a drink together…” He continued and burst out laughing, believing what he just said was extremely funny.
He tied her arms to the bed and went on to search for the last full bottle of rhum laying next to the one she emptied. He stole again one of her cigar which sent a slight burning on her cheeks at the spot he had burned. She had recuperate from that wound but there was still a little scar left by the burn. He came back to her, sitting on her stomach and took a grin before blowing the smoke in her direction and tapping the burnt ashes onto her body. The burning ashes slightly pained her but she didn’t even made a sound as he spoke and laughed to his own joke. She was not sure if she could speak yet but heck, she was not going to let him enjoy that without saying a word. She gave a look to the knife next to her but finally she couldn’t hold herself. « Go fuck yourself » she snarled as she looked at Bellamy with angered eyes. « This is nowhere near interesting. why don’t you go intoxicate your ass with alcohol back to that crappy bar with your nakama, huh?» she said, trying to stay composed but the hate burning and pressing on her stomach.
“So, me fucking myself would be more interesting to you?” The blond concluded and laughed again. “We could arrange that if you really want it that badly.” Was his offer before he gulped down more rum. No need to say that he was enjoying himself greatly, Bellamy never thought he could have such a good time with a hated person, normally he only like those persons dead, but he had to admit that this particular women was more fun alive.
Source: ladycrocodile
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