#buggy the clown

[huyandere]

apprentice shuggy you will always be famous

[eriochromatic]

One Piece x Dungeon Meshi 🏴‍☠️🍖

pt 3- buggy, mihawk, crocodile, blackbeard, doflamingo

part 1 || part 2

[crystallizedtwilight]

💘

[manob]

One piece fever is never ending!!!

[chemical-boom]

they’re trying so hard to find the treasure (they’ve stolen the map from the souvenir store)

[clownpurgatory]

enter the buggy zone

[m0thcl0wn]

[pipusa]

[ama-ded]

Старая Зарисовка по одному фанфику где Шанкс омега… честно читал давно и названия не помню 😭😭

Так что если вы знаете такой, скиньте название в комменты умол 🥺

[hey-august]

I know I'm pathetic - Pt 2

(Part 1) (Fic tag)

WC: ~450

Warnings for the entire story: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, dubcon, auralism, masturbation, buggy is a fucking perv, slight degradation kink

Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @lostfirefly @ane5e

Title from Pathetic by blink-182

Buggy froze as your breathing broke into sounds that were undeniably dirty. The profanities you let slip were stretched into moans that he heard in both ears.

One of Buggy’s hands changed course and clasped over his own mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was due to shock or to keep himself quiet.

There were no other voices, no tell-tale creaking, or the sound of skin against skin. This was a very personal private moment. A moment just for you. He should walk away. He should leave and come back later.

A step back wasn’t enough. The thoughts started looping. He really should leave. This wasn’t something Buggy should be listening to. But unless he got his ear back, he would still be hearing it.

He didn’t want to eavesdrop. He didn’t want to hear this. To hear those sounds get louder and louder as you got closer. He didn’t want to hear you pleasure yourself. To hear you fuck yourself. That’s messed up.

But he actually didn’t want to leave.

There was a crack under the door that his ear could fit through, but its exact location was still a mystery. You might notice it moving and that was not something Buggy wanted to happen. He wouldn’t be able to explain away his red face or his boner. How could he look at you while his dick was leaking enough precum to stain his underwear?

Mimicking the hold on his mouth, Buggy’s other hand went to hold his erection. To hide it. To touch it. Just a little. To soothe it whenever it jumped in response to your voice.

Buggy huffed into his hand as he stroked himself through his pants. This didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to calm himself down. That’s all. He wasn’t masturbating outside your door. He wasn’t touching himself while secretly listening to you. He was just waiting until he could get his ear.

As hard as Buggy tried to make those thoughts louder than the noises running through his ears, it wasn’t enough. His hand shook as it muffled the grunts that escaped when he came in his pants. Cradling himself, Buggy hoped enough of the jizz would soak into his boxers, rather than drip down his leg and create a bigger mess.

Sometime during his climax, you must have found yours. Buggy would have felt regret for missing that moment if the post-nut clarity wasn’t reprimanding him for being a pathetic pervert. A shitty captain. A dumb fucking clown.

Buggy stood in the hallway for a few minutes, filled with disappointment and coated in sweat. Finally, he turned away and left. He planned to go back to his room, clean himself up, change clothes, and then come back for his ear when you were asleep.

[cherrorey]

Me tome 1 semana de descanso total y me decidí en terminar el dibujo del payasho 🤡 jsjs

Tengo un problema con la calidad del dibujo cuando los guardo :'-( sale aún borroso y no se si aguante mi tablet resolución +4000 px :'-(

Les dejo el proceso

Y otro boceto jsjajs

Me encanta guardar los bocetos y como terminan quedando 💙✨🫰

[ladylislue]

B-Buggy? 😳😳😳

OK OK Before anything, I based this in this screenshot:

I SWEAR, I DID IT FOR THE FRAME IN THE ANIME, I- (ok I'm a Buggy lover what do you expect AND WHY THE ANIME GAVE HIM A SIX PACK??????? Crazy animators are also Buggy lovers believe my words)

[hexporpora]

I have so many unfinished artworks in my pc. That was one of them.

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.

Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.

Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.

When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.

He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.

Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.

He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.

It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.

Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.

Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."

"What?"

"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."

The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.

Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."

"Excuse me-?!"

"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."

Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.

"So the clown is in mourning."

"Yes."

".... why?"

"...... ....... it is September."

"And?"

"The 28th."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."

Silence falls.

The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.

".... I see."

"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."

"............. Hawkeye."

"What?"

"He was on the King's crew."

"Yes, this has been established."

"Why?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."

"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."

"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."

"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."

"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."

Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."

"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."

"How would we confirm it?"

"Just ask me, maybe?"

Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.

He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."

"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"

Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."

Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.

The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.

[kikudusk113]

Guilty as charged Buggy babe.....now lose the pants <3

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I'll give more info soon, I'd like to open it during the first week!

I'll have the leftover stock from the previous preorder + the new charms (preorder) and hopefully a new print

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