#buggy lore

[kabutoden]

*peels bugkat like an RDR2 armadillo to find out how his lil sweater stays on*

DONT PEEL HIM!!! THATS RUDE!!! sigh... hes a cartoon character, does he really need to be-- oh. oh ok i guess i made this HAHAHA.

this is a breakdown of the construction of karkat's shell. there's an upper part similar to elytra like equius's, that instead is segmented and hooks into karkat's tail/thorax to form one structure that can roll into a ball for protection. the upper shell is attatched to karkat's back around the shoulders, and can be unhooked from the tail. then, a shirt or sweater can be pulled over the head and onto the arms, with the part below the cut on the back of the shirt's neckline going under the shell, and the turtle neck up and over the top part.

karkat prefers turtlenecks, because the rigidity of his shell stretches all the way up to his neck and can be somewhat uncomfortable.

[tin--can]

[ ALL HOMES AND ESTABLISHMENTS IN CREST FALLS MUST REMAIN UNDER LOCKDOWN. ] [ DO NOT DRINK THE WATER. I REPEAT. DO NOT. DRINK. THE WATER. ]

[justabeewithapen]

First two are au related, last one is just me XD

Doey, unfortunately, has a very hardy stomach and can digest and breakdown a lot of things humans (and other toys) struggle with. That combined with the fact that size is not an issue meant that they often would toss him failed experiments or toys who just passed away from poor conditions for mealtime. This was before cannibalism was required for survival, he’d stall out eating as long as he could manage (which also wasn’t nearly as long as post HOJ where lack of food meant he learned to handle being hungry for longer). This isn’t to say other toys weren’t fed corpses before, just that for Doey the scientists didn’t have to bother “processing” it at all. Neither 1217 or 1219 are allowed to accompany him during mealtimes, though their presence can be used as a threat to speed up eating.

The other one is just how Doey is susceptible to extreme heat just as much as extreme cold, plasticine melts instead of drying out. It is not considered a useful method of punishment because it leaves him technically mobile still, unlike freezing.

[kacievvbbbb]

I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve been on a Garp kick lately.

But I do really think that Garp kind of became like a surrogate Uncle to the Roger boys and by extension Mihawk. Like I can just imagine Roger telling them that if they were ever separated from the crew or if something ever happened to him or Ray and they needed help they should go to Garp (I mean he entrusted his own baby to him it makes sense he’d also entrust his boys)

(for whatever reason Mihawk got this talk too despite him already traveling by himself and not being officially part of Rogers crew. But since Ray adopted him he’s Roger’s brat as well)

All this to say that Garp takes his uncle duties very seriously and what is an uncle if not an inconvenience and an embarrassment?

So Ofcourse he pulls up to Kuriagina during the timeskip (Hawain shirt and all) to visit his new grand babies (read Perona and Zoro) that he’s heard so much about. (read shanks immediately gossiped with him abou mt after stumbling upon them last time he came to visit Mihawk)

And because Garp is essentially the one piece equivalent of Florida man, this goes well for absolutely nobody

Except Zoro who is nothing if not a troll. And game must recognize game.

The monkeys love him tho, he communicates with them on a wavelength nobody can quite understand least of all Garp.

[egoknives]

Does anyone remember the scary clown (Buggy from one piece) that haunted desktop users for a while or did I hallucinate that

[assiraphales]

fuck it. fantasy old western au where zoro is a bounty hunter chasing down outlaws & pisses off the wrong sheriff at a saloon (axe hand morgan). he’s sent to the stocks, hours from dying from heat exhaustion under the hot desert sun, when young upstart monkey d luffy (in search of a stockpile of hidden gold that infamous outlaw gol d roger hid in the mountains) enters the scene guns literally a blazing

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Thespian Attraction — Buggy x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Buggy is known for many things, and his pride is a large contributor to much of his notoriety. He's definitely big on words of affirmation, even going above and beyond so you'll praise him for whatever he's doing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's prone to calling you petnames relating to treasure and valuables, as he sees you as the most precious thing he's ever held. On top of that, basically any petname he gives you will have a high chance of having "my" added to it. "My gem", "my treasure", "my dear", etc

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Without a doubt a jealous type when it comes to relationships. He trusts you, just not other people. He makes sure no one gets too close, or makes anything relating to a sly comment towards you. Thankfully as time went on he got a lot less intense about this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely no problem with PDA. Though some might think he'd be worried about his image whilst parading around a partner, he actually delights in others knowing you're with him. Hell, he'll gladly tell anyone that you're on his side for almost any reason

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very physically affectionate, he almost always wants an arm around you or a hand holding yours. He gets the most relaxed when you're holding him or comforting him through touch, it's a go-to to calm him down

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You can usually get Buggy to pick up chores just by challenging his ego. Well why do you get to do dishes? He could do it if he wanted! As a matter of fact, sit down and watch! He can flashily do anything, he'll have you know

ᯓᡣ𐭩 There's been quite a few times where exchanging kisses has left your face covered in comedically large and messy red makeup stains from him. Or his cheek rubbing against yours affectionatley that leads to more makeup smudging onto you. The crew's gotten used to it by now. If you're late to a meeting and show up with colorful smudges, they don't question it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You once tried to peck a kiss to his nose to show how you didn't mind how it looked, and Buggy practically froze up. His gut reaction would've been to get immediately defensive, but he didn't want to snap at you, so he held back. He ended up not knowing how to react, and when you worriedly asked if he was okay, he gave a sputtered reply as his face grew redder and he quickly changed topics

[buggyrulez]

I Know - Girls Rituals

[ascesabo]

currently up and thinking about how buggy lore gets more and more painful the longer you think about it. like. i could talk about this stupid clown for AGES. he makes his clown-ness his entire personality but it's so painfully clear he doesn't have a single ounce of joy or whimsy left in his little chop-chop body. he's a full-blown hater!! he gave up on his dreams because he wanted his best friend, who he wholeheartedly believed shone brighter than he ever could, to reach it for the both of them!! he probably hasn't known genuine happiness since he broke up with shanks in the rain!! his beef with luffy escalated tenfold the moment he saw the hat!! he stayed in the east blue for years when he had a whole map and probably knew the way back into the grand line!! he loves flashiness and attention but hasn't ever uttered a word about growing up with the roger pirates or being the childhood friend of one of the four emperors!!! this clown has spent his whole life yearning for something that will never return!!!! he has a big red clown nose!!! every bad thing that has ever happened to him was because he wanted so badly to be loved!!!

[kabutoden]

Sorry to pile on to your asks, but does nep have a lotta legs? You usually draw her with two arms and two legs, but you draw the other insects/arachnids with the right amount of legs. I think your centipede goldrule has more buggy legs attached to their tail (might be misremembering, sorry ;-;) and Karkat is also bipedal. She’s super cute (and fuzzy <3 ), I was just wondering if she had a leggy secret or if the humanoidyness took over the design at this point. (Love your art! <3 <3 <3)

I love getting asks like this your memory is super good!! thank you!! This does have an explanation ;) IRL, Caterpillars have 3 real legs and then sets of false limbs. The squishy 'limbs' on their butt isn't real legs and can't be manipulated in the same way, which is why when they become moths, their three 'real' legs are all that remain! On the other hand, limebloods have a second set of true legs that are exposed after hitting their second molt to support the weight of their heavy tails. I think the centipede morphs (and soon to be introduced millipedes) have had extra thorax legs for their entire lives. Millipedes and Centipedes are APPARENTLY isopod relatives!?!? ....which made me do i did a shitton of research into insect family trees to figure out who was related to what and made like, two to three handwritten maps and charts. I'll be posting those soon. in the meantime GREENBLOOD COMP

[unethicalpeacemonger]

One piece oc sketch dumps ft fatherhood Buggy

(He is Aru. Afab non binary. Currently 21.)

[wordy-little-witch]

Buggy brainrot-

I spent a few hours today in the EER with mama and had to distract myself Somehow so you get my silly lil snippets of music video stories in my head-

Buggy accidentally seduces a bunch of people and doesn't even NOTICE because of his special brand of oblivious survival rizz

Basically during the 2 year skip where he gets named a Warlord, he does in fact attend a meeting or a few. The first one, he's a mix of audacious loudmouth show boating and critical assessing eyes.

By the second one he's decently comfortable with knowing the names and faces of his vicinity - he's plotting and he's got more than a few cards, knifes, and other items up his sleeves.

At some point, the meeting goes from relatively calm to absolutely hog fucking wild and somehow, someway, someone's belonging winds up damn near launched into the upper rafters of the room. There's a strict No Devil Fruit policy, enforced by a seastone earring, so while the arguments and in-fighting ensue, Buggy just kind of scoffs, walks put, comes back with a pole, jams it into the broken tiled flooring and proceeds to ignore them while he climbs. Pole art isn't too terribly different from his aerials and trapeze, and he's done just about EVERYTHING under the sun at last once, so it's nothing unfamiliar. His gloves are uniquely textured so he can safely handle his Muggy and Buggy Balls, too, so carefully using his momentum and muscles to climb and shift up the pole smoothly is a pretty simple matter.

He gets to the top, hooks his legs and feet properly, and twists his spine to reach out, unaware of the sets of eyes boring into him.

Mihawk is stone faced, but there is a heat to his gaze. Doffy's sunglasses have slipped down his nose a little. Kuma is pointedly Not Looking. Hancock is... frankly pretending to be uninterested but lowkey is staring. Buggy is oblivious, retrieves the hat or sash or earring, whatever it was, and shifts his weight, releases a hold and smoothly drops, stopping just before the floor to daintily rise, sashay over, and plopped the item on the table, fixing his gloves.

It's the silence that has him looking up, arching a brow. "What?"

Then he sees the time.

"Oh. Meeting's over. Bye~"

And baby boy DIPS.

(Nickelback - Midnight Queen)

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Shanks POV post-Rogers-disbanding, pre-Execution, the cabin brats solo on the seas

He's watching Buggy charm the absolute hell out of a guy at a bar in some no name little town. They've been landlocked for nearing a week now, their previous ship shot to hell by a pirate crew hounding their tail after they'd been sighted some three islands back. The ship held together long enough to pull a full miracle put of nowhere, helped along by a storm. Since then, they'd been gathering cash to pay off her repairs to keep moving, unwilling to part with Speed after all she'd done for them so far.

One source of income came from Buggy's silver tongue and sticky fingers.

The blue haired pirate was leaning over the counter now, twirling a loose lock of hair as he giggled, fluttering his lashes. The man he was buttering up was a few years their senior, bejeweled and slicked hair, a flush of intoxication on his cheeks as he warmly regarded the pretty thing at his side. Shanks could relate, at least a little, on the way the man's attention was focused so thoroughly on Buggy.

Pink tinted lips quirked into a smile, head tilting invitingly, to which the man responded as expected. He was under the blue haired pirate's spell already - Shanks checked the time - three minutes in. Not a new record, but close.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it all, honestly. It was not jealousy, not truly, that curdled his stomach. Instead, something bloomed viciously in his abdomen, something akin to possessiveness. Sure, he figured absently, people can find Buggy pretty in his disguise.

But Shanks was the one who saw his entirety.

Shanks saw the tan lines on pale skin; Shanks knew the taste of his freckles and skin; Shanks knew the scars on his left hip and between his shoulder blades; Shanks could map Buggy's face from memory with lips alone, and he damn well knew it.

The world can be played by Buggy, but Shanks would know the game.

And an hour later, outside of that little bar, he would welcome the smaller body leaning unflinchingly into his side, arm around the other's shoulders, heart full and his lover's pockets heavy, and Shanks would look back, would meet wide, dark eyes with a pink smudge on his chin. And Shanks would grin, sharp and unrepentant, turning to guide those same pink lips up to his own.

He's wear his boyfriend's lipstick with pride.

((NEFFEX - Rumors))

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Buggy wears skirts whenever the fancy strikes, and sometimes it works perfectly for parties. He'll be the first to say that people who don't love dancing in skirts have never tried it before. While his fashion tastes aren't always expected, he revealed in the freedom there - and his crew thrived in such environments.

That was why he hadn't thought to make a big deal out of the first skirt day since Cross Guild was established. It simply WAS, in the same way as the weather, the same way as the meal plans, simply just footnotes in it all. He'd gone most of the day without seeing the two newest additions to the island, and frankly had forgotten to be vigilant of them.

It was a good day, a new shipment, a celebration, nothing too extravagant, just a fun night with his people. Really, Buggy hadn't even thought to glance up for yellow or violet eyes.

The crew was boisterous, but that was normal, music playing and laughter ringing. Buggy was sandwiched between Alvida and Marianne, a newer islander from a small island out East. The dialect there was unfamiliar by and large, but Buggy had grown up learning it from a man he considered a father, and Mari had so few who spoke her mother tongue.

Buggy simply had the idea to make tonight Extra fun.

After all, nobody partied like a Roger, and Roger always had the best songs. Bugs wasn't too bad with a fiddle. When asked, Mari beamed, no slouch herself, and offered to take the lead.

So they took to the stage, each swiping an instrument with playful glares, and heels tapped the rhythm as they began, hop-skipping as they bobbed and weaved, clapping joining as people whooped and hollered, making merry and enjoying themselves.

It was midway through that Buggy was caught playfully, fiddle lifted as one of the older mercenaries bowed him out, picking up the tune. He laughed happily, hands fisting his skirts as he twirled and danced, thoroughly enjoying himself-

And then he caught sight of Mihawk. He was watching, an odd note in his eyes, and Buggy could just barely see the way the other seemed to lean into the music. Fueled by a wild idea, high on the adrenaline and joy, Buggy walked over and offered his hand.

And Mihawk accepted.

He was a great dancer, and Buggy was delighted to be lead in a familiar dance, beaming boldly at the goth man before him. Traditional dances like this were few and far between - it only made them more fun.

That night began a change - first of which culminating into Mihawk fluffing Buggy's skirt with an almost-smile, a quiet statement following. "I should quite like to do this again some time."

Buggy only realizes later what that implied.

((Celtic Woman - Níl Sé'n Lá))

[hana-bobo-finch]

i want so badly to go way too in depth into bug fables biology. so many questions. i must make a PowerPoint presentation immediately

[dearcauti0n]

THIS LARVAE CHILD THING IS SO FUN TO DRAW

I gotta stop or else I'm doomed

Technically just gifts for @bootleggreely :D

The video was necessary I couldn't sleep til it was done

[sketchingstars03]

Some miscellaneous UTMV doodles, both recent and from a month or so ago

Featuring Core Frisk, Buggy the Blaster, some Splattertale Lore 👀, and the the return of my Human Ink design!!

[cryingpariah]

Jackie: So, just to clarify, you called me here for an interview.

Crocodile: Yes.

Jackie: A job interview.

Crocodile: Yes.

Jackie: A job interview…for a job I already have? And have had for quite a bit now?

Crocodile: We all promised we would properly and carefully vet anyone that works for us but for some reason *glaring at his associates* they decided to drop the ball with you.

Mihawk: The clown hired him, this is his failing and his alone.

Buggy: *guiltily sliding down in his chair* It’s just Jackie..

Crocodile: That simply cannot be your excuse every-time. Now let's begin: State your full name for the record.

Jackie: ..But you know my name?

Crocodile: *rubs bridge of nose* Humour me.

Jackie: It’s Jackie.

Crocodile: That's your full name?

Jackie: OH! My middle name is Constance! ☺️

Crocodile: That’s not what I meant- you know what? Fine. Do you have any prior babysitting experience?

Jackie: No, not really.

Crocodile: *turns to Buggy* You hired a babysitter with no vetting process AND no experience?!

Buggy: Just because she doesn’t have experience means I should hire her?! It’s things like this that make the current job market impossible for young people!

Crocodile: This is her second job I’m sure she’d survive. Next, why do, or in your case did, you want the position?

Jackie: I mean, if someone asks for help, shouldn’t you help them?

Mihawk: Are you secretly something of a bleeding heart Constance?

Jackie: I've been accused once or twice.

Crocodile: Next, your salary. We're sticking with the minimum wage.

Jackie: Oh that's fine. Honestly I don’t even need the salary, I make pretty good money as a courier.

Crocodile: …So why even pay you to begin with?

Jackie: 🤨🤨 Child labour laws?

Buggy: Oh those are super important!

Crocodile: Do you have CPR training?

Jackie: Certified and everything. I’m also a bimonthly blood donor.

Crocodile: Lastly *leans in* What would you do to protect our boys?

Jackie: Anything and everything. I won't let them know harm.

Crocodile: And if you failed?

Jackie: The world will know that pain a thousand fold. I’ve got friends in very low places y'know.

[Crocodile takes a long drag from his cigar. The room waits as he closes his eyes and thinks. Finally he turns back.]

Buggy: You gotta admit Croccy! I picked her well!

Mihawk: She has the qualifications and the boys would be distraught if you separated them now.

Crocodile: …Fine. You are now, offically, hired!

Jackie: :D! I won’t let you down Sir!

Crocodile: See to it that you don’t. I need to go officially add you to our files and we need to have a meeting about all this. You are excused Constance.

Jackie: Oh that’s gonna be like, a thing isn’t it?

Crocodile: *toothy grin*

Jackie: Yeah this gonna be a thing.