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Fuck it dfsn #0pwip
February 27, 2025 at 5:45 PM
firstnamebob.bsky.social
#2Versions1Song
#MusicChallenge

"Get off my cloud"

Rolling Stones -
youtu.be/qUDMzhlefMs?...

Sonia - (aquí en mi nube)
youtu.be/0Pwip-s4G2Q?...
Rolling Stones - Get Off Of My Cloud
YouTube video by cowdogmoof
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July 16, 2025 at 2:55 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
I wrote something like 2k of this and I don’t know when/if I’ll finish it but every now and then I remember I titled it “Dof It To Me” and I laugh and laugh #0pwip
March 3, 2025 at 4:34 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
I heard it was Wednesday #0pwip
Word doc text reads: “Was it really that bad,” Zoro asks. Sanji’s pulse races frantically as he does his level best to meet Zoro’s gaze. Unsure of what he should say—what he can say, to make everything alright between them. “I can kill him for you if you want,” Zoro says with a small, teasing grin. ”What?” His voice cracks. Oh. Doflamingo. “No,” Sanji forces the word past the lump in his throat. “It’s not about him,” he replies. “The offer is appreciated, though.” He smokes and Zoro sits. And Zoro doesn’t push it. A near-lifetime of knowing Sanji no doubt leading him to decide on the best course of action. Sanji stubs out his cigarette and flicks it into the street. Zoro rises and offers him a hand. “Want to come watch me get drunk or do you want to head back early? I can close our tab.”
March 26, 2025 at 2:54 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Sharing a non Wednesday #0pwip from my rancid dofuwani hs au💕
Text: Rosi bends forward to catch Crocodile's eye, bobbing his head in a deferential nod, which Crocodile returns stiffly as Doflamingo releases his brother in favor of steering Crocodile around his shockingly ordinary house for a guided tour. "This thing over here is Trebol," Doflamingo says proudly, kicking at the lump of material piled on top of the recliner in the living room. The seat creaks and a bushy brown head of hair and sunglasses rises from the blankets like a creature emerging from the deep. "You boys need somethin'?" The figure grunts, mouth hinging open on a yawn that turns quickly into a hacking cough.
June 13, 2025 at 6:25 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Something a little different #0pwip
Text reads: When he wakes, Doflamingo makes his way to the kitchens, leaning against the rounded archway, watching his little dove. Golden crown bent in contrition over shining simmering pots, swaying to and fro between the counter and the stove. Adding ingredients as he goes; stirring, tasting, reducing. Waiting. For Doflamingo. He clears his throat. A set of shoulders straightens. "Smells delicious, pet," he says. The Vinsmoke turns, and a wide blue eye finds his gaze beneath his shades and Doflamingo watches back the scene from earlier as it plays across the boy's face. Sanji's brow lowers and his jaw ticks. He turns his back on Doflamingo to attend to his dish.
May 14, 2025 at 2:01 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Sources say it might be an 0p fic if there’s a weird dinner in it ❤️ #dofuwani #0pwip
"Why am I here?" Crocodile asks between bites. "Why?" Doflamingo blinks and cocks his head. Crocodile scowls at his good eye, then tracks a bead of blood as it wells from Doflamingo's inflamed nipple, carving a path down his ribs. His lip curls involuntarily into a sneer. "Well, initially I wanted to invite you to work for me-" Doflamingo begins, interrupted by the black-haired boy choking on his water. "Get a hold of yourself, Vergie," Doflamingo drawls. "Like I was saying... I'd been considering asking you to work for me. But," he spreads his hands out wide and claps them together, "then I had a better idea! I'd like you to work with me," he says, beaming at Crocodile proudly. "No." "Just no?" The smile slips from Doflamingo's face. "This is a great opportunity for you." He takes a bite of his pasta and chews for a while, swallowing it down with a gulp of water. "I didn't even get to do my pitch."
July 30, 2025 at 2:55 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Happy wani wednesdays I’m cooking but the ingredients are all expired 💕 #0pwip
Screenshot of a Google doc reading: “I heard you lost it breaking up a dog fighting ring,” a student with an unfortunate bowl cut and blue tulle skirt whispers, turning to pass back a stack of blank pop quizzes. Crocodile’s brows raise. He unthinkingly reaches out with the wrong arm and the student stares, then shakes their head quickly as if to reorient themself. “I think that’s really cool,” they say, setting the papers down hastily on top of his desk. “I love animals.” From two rows over, at the very back of the class, Crocodile hears a familiar laugh. He grits his teeth hard and smiles tight-lipped at them. “Great.”
March 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Wishing everyone the most atrocious WIP weds possible 💕 #0pwip
Document text reads: “Well.” The heavy wooden door swings wide to reveal a willowy young woman with vibrant pink hair, hands propped on her hips as she surveys the scene in front of her, slate gray eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Hi Sanj. This is quite a bit more of you than I expected to see today.” “My sister Reiju,” Sanji explains, disentangling himself from Doflamingo’s embrace. “And we’ve brought a friend,” she remarks dryly, gaze trailing down the expanse of Doflamingo’s exposed golden chest and back up again as Doflamingo inclines his head. “Donquixote Doflamingo,” Sanji supplies in service of concluding his proper introduction. “A pleasure,” Doflamingo purrs. “Sure seems like it was,” Reiju says. Her lips twitch. “Come in, I guess. Everyone’s waiting.” She spins on her heel and disappears back through the entryway. Doflamingo pats Sanji’s ass and shoots him a sly grin. “Do we like that one?”
March 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Only one guess as to what this might be from 😏 happy Wednesday #0pwip
Text reading: He tosses the dirty baking sheet into the sink in a fit of frustration, wincing when it clatters loudly against the stainless steel basin. "Did my kitchen do something to upset you, Chef," Doflamingo asks mildly when Sanji emerges with his breakfast. "No." Sanji sets the plate down with extra care in front of his paper. "I made a mistake," he says, the words admittedly more caustic leaving his lips than he originally intended. Doflamingo curls his paper down to reveal his eyes, training them on Sanji. He burns under the scrutiny, but holds fast to his position, unwilling to back down now. It's evident: they both know exactly what he's saying. He might as well be speaking plainly. "I'm sorry to hear that," Doflamingo says. "In the future, please try to be more careful with my things."
April 16, 2025 at 2:43 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Missing Them and thought I’d post a sneak peek since they’re not coming back til next week #0pwip
Text: “I’ve never asked you what you do.” “You still haven’t,” Doflamingo says firmly, taking another drag. “And thank god for that,” he says with a laugh. “I would hate to trouble you with something so dull.” “Making coats out of hapless Dalmatians,” Sanji guesses, snagging his cigarette away. Their fingers brush and Sanji’s clothes suddenly seem far too warm. “Yes, terribly boring and ghastly work as you might imagine. And that’s to say nothing of the screams…” Doflamingo chuckles. His eyes drift to Sanji’s mouth as he takes another hit off his cigarette.
May 20, 2025 at 2:03 PM
rough0p.bsky.social
Why, of course I can do that! 😘🙏
#0pwip
Screenshot of word doc text reads: "Sanji," Doflamingo starts slowly, "I'm perfectly capable of pouring my own tea. I merely sensed you might need a bit of a reprieve in much the same way I could today. But sure, I'll ask Dellinger who doesn't look like someone just ran over his dog and I will bore him to death for twenty minutes while you stay inside and make canapés and act like nothing has changed between yesterday and today."
April 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM
rough0p.bsky.social
For WIP weds I’m serving up a meal just for me enjoy some dofbaby if you want!! #0pwip
A picture of prose reading: “I’m going to kill you,” she mumbles, turning her face back into his body, tear tracks bleeding hot through white linen. Doflamingo shakes his head and tuts. It hardly sounds like she means it. Given up the ghost, his sweet girl has. “Put that thing away,” he says softly, fingers smoothing over her hair and down her back, “you’re scaring me.” A gentle hand plucks the pink ribbon from atop her head and Doflamingo lets the silk slip down to the floor below.
March 5, 2025 at 8:12 PM