#EEEE TYYYYY FOR THE ASK

[sugary-spider]

i passed out immediately after sending my ask 😩😩 but!!!! uh since im new here to ur blog, tell me abt ur oldest bugsnax oc :D or ur newest one!

I have like..An bunch of old ones,, but the oldest would have to be fayford! Hes one of the very first of this Au and had an bunch of new development from his beta due to some funnies n' other stuff with @astronomergrump!

His full name is Fayford Buttershunk (originally Faceshunk) heres an drawing from last January when I first drew him for the first time ever,, and the most current one which is just his icon,, which was made by @astronomergrump!

But,, hes in his 20's (hes around 24-25 yrs old) and an botanist! Hes been almost black-listed before,, and has dealt with some horrible mistreatment at his work. Hes the oldest of out his siblings,, his mom is Rose clownshunk and his dad is Hecktor Butterworths who is @astronomergrump 's oc!

Speaking of parents and whos he related to,, He is Sheldas grandson and is Cromdos son,, so hes one of the children cromdo is like..not allowed to see at all despite in this au cromdo doesn't really like Fayford.

Hes happily engaged/married to another one of my ocs Jomos Vonderhang (this guy right here below this paragraph or text)

He has over two children so far,, but im makin him an little baby with jomos sooner or later (I have just don't like how they've come out)

Hes gay and trans (FTM) and hes just an silly guy!

He canonically has Audhd and has an hard time knowin if sometimes he shouldn't be thinking everything can be solved with laughs n' giggles. But about everyone who ever first meets him instantly becomes his friend because hes an very kind lad. Hes over 7'5 ft tall,, and has an lazy eye but his glasses kinda hide that fact so you can only see how he has an lazy eye when he takes his glasses off!

[velvrei]

heyyy girl!!

can we get a miguel smut who is OBSESSED with readers tits cause her nipples are pierced? tyyyyy

eeee i love this bc yk miguel would LOVE it

…

miguel is obsessed. completely, shamelessly obsessed.

he swears he tries to be subtle about it, but he’s failing. miserably.

his eyes keep dropping lower every time you shift, every time your shirt clings just right or you cross your arms in a way that pushes your chest up. and when he catches the faintest outline of the jewelry through your thin tank top? he’s done for.

“you’re staring,” you tease, raising an eyebrow as you lean back against his bed.

“no, i’m not,” he lies, dragging his gaze back up to your face.

you laugh because you know. you’ve known for weeks now. maybe even longer.

“you are so bad at hiding it,” you say, sitting up on your knees so you’re level with him. “do you wanna see them or something?”

miguel swallows hard. “uh—”

your fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, and his breath catches before you even move. his hands twitch at his sides like he’s fighting every urge in his body.

“relax,” you whisper, tugging the fabric up just enough to let him see.

his jaw drops.

“holy shit.”

“you like?” you ask, amused.

miguel exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “you have no idea.”

his fingers finally move, tracing along the curves of your chest, careful and deliberate, like he’s memorizing every inch. his thumbs brush over the piercings, testing, teasing, watching every tiny reaction you give him.

you let out a shaky breath, gripping his wrist. “miguel.”

he looks up, grinning. “yeah?”

“you’re obsessed.”

“and?”

you roll your eyes, but the way your body reacts to his touch betrays you.

miguel leans in, lips ghosting over your collarbone as he murmurs, “you love it.”

…

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[green-grinning-glitter-ghosts]

EEEE TYYYYY YEAH I've been sitting with this idea for a while and finally just wrote it out in two days slksdjfldskj

Yeah- Blue still can have regular breakdowns that still hurt people, so it's a reputation that they can't help but continuously feed into, even if they hate it. I'd say they're doing much better now than they were at the beginning of 'Over My Head' so their breakdowns don't really scar them as much, but y'know, they always feel horribly guilty.

YES Graves and Beaks have been in a relationship for almost a decade ssldkfjsdlkfjsd However, their relationship has been a secret this whole time because of Emma Glamour. She still lives at the castle with them, and very much disapproves of Beaks having a relationship with anyone lower than him, not because of the power dynamic/consensual reasons that NFenton does, but because of the shitty 'tainting the family bloodline' thing. So far they haven't been able to change her mind, and in all honesty they're just kind of waiting around for her to die at this point until they can go public sdlkfjsjds they might risk being more open while visiting NFenton without her, but they don't want word getting back to her (Blue does find out pretty quickly about it tho and Graves swears them to secrecy ssldkjfdlsj). I wanted to kind of hint at it here, give like mention of lingering looks or Beaks asking only Graves for help and not the other guards, but that wouldn't make sense because if they've been hiding this for almost ten years then they'd be good at hiding it by now and it wouldn't come off as obvious.

YEAH MADS DUCKING HATES HIM there will be a lot of sharp pointy teeth spells going on while Beaks is there sdljslk I have one idea where they do end up physically fighting and instead of breaking it up NFenton lets it go on for a liiiiiiiittle longer than he could've just because he knows how badly Mads wants to beat him up. XD But idk what the fallout consequences of that would be tho. XD

They don't interact much, he was already a lord before NFenton became king and was doing a good enough job that NFenton just kinda left him alone to keep doing what he was doing. Beaks in canon is all about social media and getting views and interaction and stuff, so like it mentioned here that kinda translates over to him just being very involved with the commoners and connecting well with/listening to them. Beaks doesn't give NFenton much thought other than thinking he's a big improvement over NScrooge. XD

Lil' Royalty AU snippet. Blue meets an old friend.

As always, no matter how much they prepared beforehand, the visiting of other nobility always seemed to throw the castle into chaos at first. 

There were always unseen variables- usually having to do with the visiting noble bringing too many servants or guards or too much luggage. This always left the greetings in a rather hectic state, and Blue had no idea what to do. 

They stood on the edge of the room, overwhelmed by the sounds of happy greeting and confusion that echoed throughout the large hall. They had no idea if or when they should introduce themself, so far only Mads and Fenton had properly greeted the visiting lord. 

So they stood and scanned the crowd, trying to find a space to either join it or leave the room altogether. It was colder where this lord lived, and all of the visiting guards and servants were busy shedding their beautifully embroidered coats and trying to find a place to put them. Blue was sure they should probably go help, but they didn’t know where to start. 

As they looked for an easy way into the crowd, their gaze alighted on one of the guards closest to the visiting lord. 

Their eyes widened in recognition. 

In an instant, they were transported back over eight years previously, and it left them unable to move from shock, surprise, and memories.

It couldn’t be!

…Could it?

Slowly stealing forward, Blue snaked their way through the crowd, giving many ‘excuse mes’ and more than once having to squeeze their way awkwardly around little groups and servants carrying luggage. 

At last they finally made it a few paces behind the lord and his group of guards, their light blue eyes still trained on the one they thought they recognized. 

It sure looked like him. But there was no way…

They waited patiently for a gap in the conversation, watching as over the course of several minutes of talking the lord was drawn away by Mads and Fenton, leaving his line of guards behind. They eventually began conversing with one another, but the one Blue was focused on stood still and silent, watching the visiting lord go. 

Perfect. 

Blue came up behind him- unfortunately he was in the middle of the line, so they couldn’t stand beside him, and they didn’t want to interrupt the other guards. Bouncing nervously on their feet a little, they cleared their throat. 

What if they were wrong?

However, as the guard turned around, there could be no doubting who he was. Blue was left staring in surprise for a moment, long enough that by the time they realized what was happening the guard was already on the ground in a deep bow. “Blue Phantom.”

The other guards had taken notice of that, and the next thing Blue knew there was a whole line of six guards bowing to them. 

“Oh!” They blinked, taking a step back and instinctively giving a low dip of a bow in return. “Thank you. That’s alright, you can get up, you didn’t have to bow.” 

They watched as the guards climbed back to their feet, and they refused to meet any of the gazes they could feel on them. This was more attention they’d been wanting, and for a moment they considered turning tail and leaving the hall altogether. 

They cleared their throat again, trying to reassert themself. They could handle this. “I-I just wanted to talk to you, actually.” They nodded toward the middle guard. 

He tilted his head in curiosity, and took a step forward. “I’d be honored to talk with you.”

Blue knew he wasn’t, they knew the response was automatic and customary. They knew the rumors about them and their magic, they knew how much anyone outside the castle- and even many inside- didn’t like them. The guard did seem extremely hesitant and on edge as he and Blue moved away from the others, they were sure he didn’t recognize them. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked. He stood very straight, his arms behind his back. Blue didn’t know if that further attested to his unease, or if he just greeted everyone this formally. 

Blue made themself look up from their feet to at least glance at his face for a moment. They attempted an awkward smile, trying to figure out how to start this. “You… wouldn’t have happened to be in the former king’s prison about eight years ago now, would you?” 

The guard drew up short, eyeing them. They could feel the unease and distrust pouring off of him in fumes. “How do you know about-” he broke off suddenly, and Blue glanced up. 

There was the recognition in his face. Blue smiled again, and this time it was a little less forced. 

“Blue?” 

Their smile gradually became more genuine. “Falcon Graves?” 

And it was him. The same deep brown feathers, the same hooked sharp beak, the same dark hooded eyes. Only now he had no visible wounds, and was wearing much finer clothing than the torn and bloody tattered commoners clothes he’d been in before. The blazing gold of his furred cloak- the chosen color of his lord- stood out dazzlingly against his dark feathers. 

He stared at them, beak open in shock. “I… I didn’t know you were the- how?” 

Blue kicked their feet on the red carpet of the hall. “Oh, King Crackshell just appreciated my magic, despite my outbursts. He gave a lot of people new chances when he came to power, and I just happened to be one of them.” 

Graves looked at them for longer, and that’s when Blue realized just how odd this was. The two of them knew nearly nothing about each other, their relationship had been built on a desperate need for contact, and in reality they’d only had a few real conversations. They weren’t really friends, and no matter how excited Blue was to see Graves again, their excitement likely wouldn’t be returned. They’d known each other for a short amount of time nearly a decade ago, and it wasn’t a close enough relationship that Blue should feel comfortable going up to him out of nowhere. 

Besides, Blue was a noble, Graves was a guard. He would treat them kindly, but only because they were above him. 

Blue was just about to panic and backtrack when the falcon finally spoke. “I’m… very glad you made it out. I was… I was worried you wouldn’t.” 

Despite them now second guessing everything, Blue could sense the sincereness of his tone. That gave them just enough courage to keep the conversation going. “You too. I thought you being a spy from another kingdom might make King Crackshell want to try harder to hunt you down.” They hesitated. “Though… you’re not from another kingdom, are you? Your lord works for Duckburg’s king…” They trailed off, uncertain.

“That was my cover story,” Graves explained. “I was sent here to see how bad things were then, and I didn’t want to get my lord in trouble. Saying I was from another kingdom shifted the blame greatly.” 

They were suddenly interrupted by a sudden shout from the visiting lord. “Guards!” 

Graves looked up, and gave Blue a quick apologetic bow before hurrying away. Blue watched him go, before tentatively following. 

The lord was issuing orders to his guards, telling them directions to the room he was staying in and directions to where they and the other servants would be sleeping. Clearly the six would be in charge of organizing it all, and they listened closely as the lord explained it. Blue barely paid attention, still reeling with surprise that they’d met Graves again. 

They were pulled from their thoughts by King Crackshell calling to them. 

“You haven’t met Blue yet, have you? Blue!” 

The royal wizard hurried forward to stand next to him, facing the visiting lord with what they hoped was a graceful, greeting smile. “Blue, this is Lord Marcus Beaks.” The king held out a hand. “Lord Beaks, this is the noble Blue Phantom.” 

Blue knew who Beaks was, his visit was all anybody had been talking about that week. They mirrored the lord’s polite bow. “Nice to have you.” 

Beaks grinned, looking Blue up and down for a moment. “You’re different than I thought you’d be,” he said. “I thought you’d be more… scary looking. What with all the crazy stories about you.” 

They should’ve expected this. Blue took a step back, one arm around themself. Their already soft voice became almost imperceptible in the echoing ruckus in the hall. “I get that a lot.” 

“Pfftt, no wonder. You really must’ve worked hard to get a reputation like that when you look like…” he waved at them. “This.” 

Blue winced, but managed to partially pass it off as a shrug. “I… didn’t try to.” 

Beaks laughed. “Oh c’mon, you don’t have to try so hard! You can just admit you don’t want to be perceived by everyone as this small and shy!” 

“But I didn’t try-” 

He didn’t hear them. “Everybody does it, there’s no shame in denying it! In fact, I recently started a rumor around my castle that I’m a few inches taller than I actually am, that way I can come off as more intimidating.” He winked. “So far it’s worked, I think.” 

Thankfully Blue was saved from more of this by Mads, who cut in quickly. “They didn’t try to make people afraid of them, I can assure you.” His voice was strained, Blue could tell he was doing everything he could not to growl the words out. “Now do you want to go get settled in your rooms?” 

Beaks said his short farewells before going off after his guards, and Mads let out a heavy breath. “I swear to Selene-” 

“It’s barely been ten minutes,” Fenton nudged him. “It’ll get better.” 

“Ten minutes?” Mads cried, hardly listening to Fenton’s shushing. “Ten minutes? And I have to put up with this for a week?!”

“What?” His last outcry brought Blue from their thoughts and back into the conversation. 

“Mads doesn’t like him,” Fenton's explanation already sounded tired. 

“That,” Mads growled, “is an understatement. He’s so haughty and vain and acts like he just doesn’t care and like he’s hardly listening to anything anyone’s saying and he’s so entitled and his voice is annoying and-”

“Don’t you do that sometimes?” Fenton asked teasingly. 

Mads dropped his head into his hands. “I want a divorce.” He grumbled, without missing a beat. Blue tried to stifle their giggle. 

“We aren’t married.” 

“Good! That’ll make the legal process easier.” He dragged his hands down his face, then perked up a little. “Can we fire him? Take away his title somehow? I’m sure I could frame him for something. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.” 

“We could just make up an excuse to send him back home,” Blue offered. “That might be easier.” They didn’t much like Beaks either. Sure, every person they met treated them the way he had at first- seeing them only for their magic- but there was something about his smugness that Blue knew Beaks’ view on them wouldn’t change as he got to know them, the way other people’s would. 

“And less satisfying.” Mads snarled. Blue suddenly noticed that his teeth seemed sharper than usual. “No, we’ve got to bump him off somehow.” 

“We’re not doing anything dramatic.” Fenton quickly shut the idea down. “Surprisingly or not, Beaks does get along well with the commoners and he’s pretty popular and involved in his part of the kingdom. Getting rid of him wouldn’t be a fantastic move.” 

“I’m just saying, if anybody finds him dead one morning while he’s here, none of you will be able to prove it was me.” With that Mads marched off, leaving Fenton and Blue staring after him. 

“I really can’t tell if that was serious or not.” Fenton said after a moment. “Either way, those two probably shouldn’t be left alone in a room together. And this is going to be a long week.” 

Blue couldn’t help but agree.

The king glanced at them. “What do you think of all this?” 

“I… can’t see Beaks and I getting along,” they admitted. “But I know one of his guards, and I like him.”

“Really?” Fenton raised an eyebrow. “Which one?” 

“The falcon,” Blue met his gaze for a moment, unsure how much Graves would want divulged about his time in prison. “His name is Graves, he um… helped me out one time. Before I lived here.”

“Hm,” Fenton looked back at the crowd, over their heads to the door Mads had disappeared through. It led to the kitchens, he was likely going to rant some more to Beakley before eating half of whatever pastries she’d prepared for the guests. “I forget you were a commoner sometimes, that you know some people outside the castle well.” 

“I wouldn’t say I know him well,” Blue clarified. 

“Well enough to like him?” 

“He’s one of the few people who was still nice to me even after he knew about how bad my powers can get.” Blue tried to make their increasingly quiet voice still audible over the other echoing sounds in the room. Their eyes were trained on their feet, which rubbed little grooves into the carpet. “Everyone else back then was more open about expressing that they thought I was a freak.” 

“Hm,” the duck said again, clearly thinking. “Let me know if any of the people Beaks brought with him give you any crap like he did, alright? I’ll see what I can do about it. But don’t tell Mads, then we might find all of them dead one morning, and not just Beaks.” 

Blue laughed. “I’ll try.” 

The king gave a farewell nod, then headed off. Judging by his direction, he was likely going looking for Mads. Blue watched him go for a moment, before their gaze alighted back on Graves, who was helping to carry Lord Beaks’ luggage to his rooms.

This week would be interesting.