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// Well guess I found the log in for at least one blog

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// Akira is going to move to a new blog! I’m not going to post a link to the new blog so if you want me to follow you when it’s ready, like this post.

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// This blog has officially MOVED!

// Akira is going to move to a new blog! I’m not going to post a link to the new blog so if you want me to follow you when it’s ready, like this post.

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// Akira is going to move to a new blog! I’m not going to post a link to the new blog so if you want me to follow you when it’s ready, like this post.

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// Maybe I should move this kid to a new blog... Idk

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// How much drawing means to Akira

It distracts him from the environment and he actually gets so focused when doing it that he doesn’t even think about his bad memories in general.

It’s the easiest way to calm him down. Looking at the colors and using crayons has a very calming effect on him. He gets to do something and at the same time he has control over what he is drawing and which colors he uses.

It’s the easiest way to express his emotions. It’s even easier than talking. When he’s upset, he tends to use darker and (for him) more intimidating colors like: black, gray, dark blue, purple and red. When he’s happy, he uses softer colors like: yellow, light green and orange.

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When the bird goes to his desk, he'll find a child who is curled up into a ball underneath it. It's difficult to tell whether the child is awake or not. What is easy to notice, however, is the fact that he is shaking-- not just a little bit. The reason why is something he'll have to figure out. Maybe Akira was acting like this because of a nightmare? Or maybe he had accidentally seen something that reminded him of something? In all honesty, it's the latter. // please take this child away from me

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It was hard, to see Akira in such states, especially because he wanted to keep Akira safe. Children shouldn’t be victims of cruel environments, at least not until they were old enough to handle it. Something Doflamingo had learnt from own experience.

As such, he was very concerned to see the boy curled up like that as if he was trying to make him small enough to go unnoticed.

Touching him might not be the best option, so he opted for speaking to him instead.

“Akira, are you awake?”

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“FIGHT ME.”

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You thought I was going to draw real art? You fools,

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　　　　　　　　and I wont lie, it’s taken so long to ғᴇᴇʟ ᴏᴋᴀʏ

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// DOFFY AND AKIRA DESERVE A BREAK

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dcflamingc:

“Oi Akira! Did you forget about the rest of the family? They’re my family and thus, also yours!”

“Why? I mean, I don’t even get along with them? They’re just... Nah.”

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dcflamingc:

“Okay, first let’s start with this plushie. Consider it your child. Now how are you going to take it?”

The child thought for a moment. He frowned when he realized that nobody had ever explained that to him. “I--I don’t know?? Tell me.”

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dcflamingc:

“I won’t die Akira,” the blond quickly caught on as he grabbed the child, effectively lifting him up and tightly pressed him into his chest.

“I’m not leaving you alone, that’s a promise. So don’t cry, I’m right here!”

The child nodded. He definitely believed the blond, yet the thought of losing someone again was something he couldn’t bear. Akira shakily began to cling onto Doffy’s shirt as he tried to stop with crying. He wanted to show his mom that he believed him but that dream felt and looked too real. “You b--better not break that pr--prom--promise, mom. Or I’ll g--get very sad and v--very angry, m--mom.”

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dcflamingc:

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Another sappy song had just begun playing as Doflamingo turned off the radio. Just in time to avoid getting a headache of the godawful voice screeching through the speakers. Avoiding making contact with the coachwork of his car, he walked up to the front door, the coldness of the knob making him feel home.

Whistling, he threw the keys onto the dresser nearby and kicked off his black shoes, bright white socks following and soon a pair of bare feet happily tapped onto the floor.

Noticing a backpack, his grin grew and he threw open the living room door with perhaps a bit more drama than necessary.

“Akira!!! I’m home!!! Did you miss me???”

Akira jumped up from his spot at the table when he heard the door being thrown open, followed by the blond’s voice. An excited giggle escaped from his lips as he abandoned the drawing that he was working on and ran towards Doflamingo. The child had a great day today. He had gotten compliments on how well he had done his homework, he had walked out of class because of his attention span, he had made some great drawings and he had finished reading another book! He couldn’t wait to tell his parent all about it. And, in all honesty, he just couldn’t wait to spend some time with him and, maybe, play some hide and seek.

“Yes! Yes! I’ve missed you a lot, mom! Can I tell you about school??”

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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That moment when your mom forces you to see a group of stupid people as your family.