#buggy's spooktacular special

[mew-ya]

hello everyone! i'm proud to share my halloween-themed fic for raven's (@swampstew) event, where writers all incorporated a costume + a character into a fic! at the end of the month on October 29th, there will be a vote to see who wins the costume contest! check out the other fics and get ready to vote when the time comes!

character: Charlotte Katakuri

warnings/notes: no warnings (SFW fic), so fluffy it hurts, non-gendered reader, gender neutral reader, reader is average human sized

length: 4,016 words

summary: Your employer, Charlotte Cracker, Minister of Biscuits, gives you a last-minute invite to the Charlotte family's yearly Halloween party. As a newer resident of Totto Land, you'd not yet been to one of the Charlotte family's reputed parties, so your curiosity led you to the foot of Whole Cake Island on the night of Halloween.

You’d heard the Charlotte family threw a party for every occasion. And based on your arrival at the foot of the great Whole Cake Island, Halloween was certainly no exception. Hosted by Big Mom herself, every candied and frosted structure was painstakingly decorated by Streusen and his team of chefs. The cakes lining the horizon were decorated in the colors black, orange, red. Creepily smiling bats, balloons in deep red, and cotton candy clouds of a deep blue filled the darkening sky, contrasted brightly against the orange sunset. Fake blood oozed from the frosted fences lining the cracker-laden paths that led you to the delicious town of Sweet City. The singing, dancing homies you’d grown accustomed to seeing were eerily silent, silence a rare and disturbing thing in the archipelago you’d come to reside in. You spotted a few homies who took the shape of gravestones, attracted by the only sound in the whole area beyond the plodding footsteps of other partygoers. The gravestone homies sang a dark dirge as they sullenly watched a shovel homie dig up a fresh grave. Even the juice river had been dyed red to look like blood, deep red reflecting on the horrible grins of the trees peering from the edge of the Seducing Woods.

Having once glimpsed the true darkness of Totto Land, you couldn’t help but wonder if its morbid, Halloween-themed makeover was the truest reflection of its nature. Memories flashed back to your initial arrival to the archipelago. You watched the man in front of you die as Big Mom’s Incarnation swiped the final months of his life as payment for his residency. Vivid memories of him collapsing to the floor with a final breath danced in your brain, followed by the hollow smile of the creature with its white glowing eyes. The creature you’d come to pay twice a year for your ability to live here.

You shuddered at the thought, shaking away the uncomfortable memories. You’d lived here for about 3 months, happily, but saw the hints of darkness creeping behind the picturesque frame of the candy-encrusted landscape…

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Inside Whole Cake Chateau, the highest of extravagance was on full display. The smell as you stepped inside the massive cake building was perhaps the most memorable—powerful, luscious notes of candy corn, lollipops, gumdrops, marshmallow, chocolate all tickled your nose in unison yet each distinct. The large buffet table to your right was a mountain of confections modeled after zombie parts, skeletons, bat wings. The serving dishes were massive and well-stocked, an army of chefs and rook knights replacing every calorie taken from the table with finesse and speed. To your center, a red velvet chocolate fountain so large that it rivaled an Olympic swimming pool. Guests dotted every corner of the ballroom to your left, dressed from head-to-toe in expensive costumes of classic horror creatures, characters from the latest trends, jokes, and other displays of amazement and fantasy.

You recognized some of the partygoers, primarily from your work as a baker in the cracker bakery housed on Biscuits Island. Visitors from across the entire archipelago came to your workplace to place orders for customized cracker flooring—the area’s edible replacement for tile flooring. While most often you’d seen the Charlotte family’s aides and assistants placing orders at your workplace, some of them preferred to complete the work themselves. Charlotte Katakuri was one of them—an ominous figure he painted against the colorful showroom, tall, dark and quiet. But his attention to detail and patience with ordering the perfect set of cracker floors for each of his projects made you come to realize that there was more than meets the eye with him. He was a figure that intrigued you more than you’d care to admit, but you’d only ever seen him in a work setting. He was a person that you looked forward to seeing, though you held your feelings about him deep within—he seemed too perfect, too unobtainable.

Until today. The most extravagantly dressed you recognized as members of the Charlotte family, who were both the children of the land’s queen as well as its appointed politicians. Charlotte Smoothie stood out immediately, tall as ever, effervescent in a red and blue princely outfit, epaulets encrusted with rhinestones and a beautifully detailed sword laying at her hip, her hair in a low ponytail like a fairytale prince. Charlotte Compote was next to her in a vampiress costume, signature bowl hat filled with a deep red liquid like blood, hair adorned in a slick black wig, fangs poking from red lips, and a beautiful blood red gown, and they appeared to be discussing the décor in detail. Young children in a rainbow assortment of costumes swarmed around their feet, and given their appearances, you could only assume those were younger Charlotte children as they ran in circles at Compote’s feet. From a distance, you spotted a tall figure dressed as Frankenstein’s Monster chatting with a woman dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein, though most of their outfits were obscured by the crowd.

As you approached Compote, another regular of your cracker establishment, you heard Smoothie call out: “Katakuri!” and the Frankenstein’s Monster turned his head. You immediately saw that Katakuri’s skin was painted a pale green that made his pink hair, irises, and tattoo pop in contrast. Steel bolts were attached to each side of his head, and his mouth was covered, as usual, by a scarf, although this one was tattered and worn to fit the outfit. Before she could say anymore, Katakuri was there, crouching down and saying something to the children with a gentle, yet stern look in the eyes peering above his tattered scarf. The way they stopped and listened to him so intently was telling of their respect for him—could these be his own children? Ah, well. After he spoke to them, they became quiet and orderly, walking single file towards the pink candy spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. The woman dressed as his bride showed up behind him, cooing, “Oh Katakuri—you’re always so good with them.” With a nod of acknowledgement, he stood back up silently, and noticed you standing 15 feet from them, staring directly at him. He looked at you up and down, and blinked.

“You’re the one from Cracker’s bakery,” he uttered at you with the gentlest hint of a furrow in his brow. The woman dressed as Frankenstein’s Bride next to him grimaced, the wrinkles in her face scrunching to her brow as she failed to hide her frustration. You felt an ounce of hostility from her, and wondered if she had somehow noticed your fascination with Katakuri…

You nodded coyly in response and approached the group of large individuals, but before you could try to politely continue the conversation, you felt a smack on the flat of your back. A large figure leaned in next to you, grin penetrating a hole in the side of your face. “You made it! I’m so glad,” Cracker exclaimed a little too loudly in your ear.

Smoothie groaned, “speak of the devil…” and Cracker gave her a smirk as he acknowledged his siblings standing before him in a circle on the ballroom floor. You noticed Cracker wore a bordering childish lion costume with a mane created from craft paper. Compared to the other costumes, it didn’t make sense to you until you saw him later on in the evening next to the rest of the Wizard of Oz cast…Mont-d’Or in a scarecrow costume, Moscato in a tin man costume, and Poire in an adorable and well-crafted Dorothy costume. You had learned their names because they all stood together in a line to be judged at the costume contest you watched later in the evening.

The siblings bantered around you, discussing each others’ outfits, nearly forgetting you standing there, small in stature and already quiet to begin with. You craned your neck to follow the conversation going on in the air above you.

It struck you as a bit odd that Cracker invited you, one of many employees of his, to this party. There was no one else from your workplace you recognized. On top of that, the Charlotte family all in a single room was a party entirely on its own, without any need for additional guests. This party appeared to be much the same, thick with Charlotte blood, common folk mostly appearing in (Halloween-themed) serving garb, some friends and in-laws dotted between the unusual shapes and sizes of the Charlottes.

--

You mostly enjoyed yourself throughout the party, learning everyone’s names and becoming more familiar with Cracker’s close siblings. The woman Katakuri was with was named Brulee, though you spent most of the night averting your eyes from them, feeling awkward for having ever had a crush on him. Of course he had a wife, or a girlfriend, or whoever she was.

Instead, you paid attention to the costume contest put on by Perosperos and Charlotte Linlin. The contest’s comically large scroll full of rules that’d been penned throughout the years of their lives together as siblings was read through at the very beginning like a very boring educational speech. Poire explained to you that it basically boiled down to: “make your costume yourself, don’t use devil fruits, and anyone discovered cheating on either of those rules would be banned from participating in the costume contest forever.” After learning that, your eyes opened to the absolute craftsmanship of this family’s dedicated costumers. Even the worst costumes such as Cracker’s childish lion seemed less bad after considering the amount of work he had spent at a craft table, hot gluing whiskers to his hand-sewn furry hood.

You had come wearing a mummy costume, but it was store bought and nothing special. Just something cobbled together last minute in preparation for the party, so you had no reason to enter the contest.

There was no real prize beyond the ability to brag—but bragging rights were an incredibly important prize to the Charlottes, and doubly so when a party was involved. Even a cool woman such as Smoothie was swayed by its power, giving her all to craft the most beautifully detailed prince costume this year in the hopes of winning. A teenaged girl named Flampe was swarmed with chess knights all dressed up in the theme of her costume: a musician with all of her adoring fans. You weren’t really sure what popstar she was supposed to be—her skin was painted like a skeleton, hair curled densely, a large crown upon her head, heart shaped sunglasses resting on her head with an orange feather boa around her shoulders. She held a green guitar shaped like a shark that she never actually tried to play. Given how nearly everyone in the room watched her entrance and participation on the stage, you guessed it was someone famous.

Later on in the event, you noted that Katakuri and Brulee joined as a team with their matching Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein outfits. You wouldn’t have pegged Katakuri as the type to want bragging rights for anything, but the crowd’s response to them was incredible—for Katakuri in particular. Oven noticed your surprise. He leaned down to you and explained, “he’s been voted the most popular brother, after all. He’s cool, perfect, and utterly undefeated in battle.”

In the end, the costume contest voting boiled down into a popularity contest, as things so often do within the family’s politics. Charlotte Linlin, dressed in the most expensive and extravagant Queen costume, sat at the large chair behind the judge’s table and laughed her signature “mama-mama” when she counted the results. Flampe’s skeleton musician-themed group was the winner and she accepted the honor with the smallest amount of grace, followed by Katakuri and Brulee’s Frankenstein pair in second.

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The party came to a close, its music dying down, the youngest children all retired to bed or gone home. You’d been invited upstairs into one of the many candy-rococo rooms in the upper echelons of the Whole Cake Chateau by Cracker, and sat on the floor with a grouping of older Charlottes and friends sitting in a circle, all laughing and chatting. Katakuri and the woman he was with were there.

You’d chosen dare. A bottle was spun in the middle of the group. Whoever it landed on would be the second player of 7 Minutes in Heaven—a game typically played by hormone-ridden teens looking to make out in a closet. But you were adults, joking around. You’d been recruited as the first player in a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven, which made you feel a bit uncomfortable—this was a party your boss invited you to, after all. You weren't usually a dare person either, but you’d never gotten to play spin the bottle growing up, so you figured why not. The gentle haze of an alcoholic beverage helped, too.

The bottle stopped. Of all the people in the circle, it pointed at Charlotte Katakuri. Brulee looked uncomfortable, but didn’t say anything—why would a married couple play this game? You thought to yourself. But in the single night you knew him, Perosperos was the one making up the rules, and he was a stickler for those.  You decided not to protest. Maybe you’d stand silently in the closet for 7 minutes with the perfectly terrifying Katakuri as he gazed down upon you in the darkness.

Words were exchanged, and you were both sent to the closet for 7 minutes of heaven.

You entered the dark closet, shuffling in and out of a multitude of large dresses belonging to Charlotte Linlin, the fabric nearly engulfing you. The door shut behind you both, and a voice rang out, “timer starts now! Don’t get too naughty, you two!” followed by Brulee’s audible groan.

You heard Katakuri audibly gulp above you. The feelings of shock and nervousness had blinded you to his expressions, so now that you were smashed together in the dark, you had absolutely no read on him whatsoever.

So you quietly asked, “Katakuri…?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Why did you—aren’t you married? Isn’t this weird?” but you were interrupted by a large gloved hand on your shoulder, sending a wave of nervousness in a whirlwind through your body.

“I am not married,” he responded, simply.

You gulped, biting your lip.

“But, Brulee…?” you responded in your head, but the words didn’t come out. Somehow, he heard you anyway.

“Brulee is my sister. She likes scary movies a lot, so we dressed up for the contest.” He changed the subject. “I think your costume is nice,” he gestured, withdrawing his hand on your shoulder to touch the fabric with a respectful tap of his finger, unable to point in the darkness.

“Wait, then whose kids were—well...Okay. Thank you,” and you laughed a little as you went along with him. “If you’re wondering, I didn’t make it. The mummy wraps came pre-stained.”

“Oh?”

“I didn’t know you guys had all these rules. Hell, I didn’t even know there was a contest. I just grabbed something from one of the shops last minute. You did such a great job on your costume, I feel embarrassed for you to even have to look at me! Cracker didn’t even tell me about this party until the day before.”

Katakuri sighed. “Sorry.”

“What’re you apologizing for?”

“He invited you because of me.”

You didn’t understand what he meant. Katakuri continued.

“I…mentioned you once...” That revelation piqued your interest. He talked about you? Why?

Katakuri shifted his weight from one foot to another, causing some of the dresses around you to move. “Because I thought you were…cute.” The words choked out of him, you could almost feel the heat of his blushing cheeks radiating from above you as he spoke. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s talk about something else.”

An awkward silence filled the closet—he’d stunned you twice in a row, first with the truth about his relationship status, and second, that he’d requited your attraction. What to do?

Katakuri cleared his throat again, uncomfortable and trapped in a closet with his head nearly touching the ceiling, stuffed awkwardly against the shelf with the person he’d just admitted he liked. You wanted to respect his request to drop the subject, so you didn’t push it.

Following his earlier lead, you offered a compliment. “I like your costume too.” You lightly touched the thick canvas fabric of his baggy pants where they tucked into his heavy platform boots, outlining a patch stitched with wide embroidery thread. “You really made all this yourself?”

The leg under your hand shifted in its pants as Katakuri kneeled before you, pushing Big Mom’s hanging clothes surrounding you out of the way by sheer size of his frame. A protective arm rested on the floor next to you, and he uttered, “Yes. The rules are very explicit. You can incorporate basic, store-bought items such as shirts, pants, but they must be modified in some tangible way.”

“Is it okay if I touch?” you asked, not wanting to be too presumptuous. You continued, “I didn’t have much of a chance to look at your costume too closely, but it must be good if you won second place.”

“I worked hard on it, but I am not sure it was deserving of second place. You’re welcome to touch it.” The air felt less thick between you as the awkwardness simmered into a cool comfort.

You explored the details of his costume in the darkness, your hands small against the 16’ man’s frame. The large arm resting on the ground next to you was adorned in the sleeve of a thick blazer, artificially weathered by his own hands, its threads exposed and rough with rips and tears near the seams. Thickly woven patches were sewn into his entire suit using embroidery thread. The blazer was opened at the center to reveal his shirtless chest, and although you couldn’t feel it, you remembered how his skin had been carefully painted green around the pink tattoos, and how the juxtaposition of those two colors created such a bright and engaging contrast on his skin.

“Did you sew the patches with a machine? The detailing feels so even,” you asked as you felt the perfectly squared stitching, betraying the imperfect nature of the Frankenstein Monster.

“I sewed all of the modifications by hand, though the jacket and pants were something I had already owned. Have a couple of injuries on my fingers to prove it.” Katakuri replied as he twisted his wrist, opening his palm next to you.

“You? Injuries? One of your brothers told me you were undefeated. To think you’d been bested by a needle and thread…” Reaching down to his hand, you ran yours against his palm to the ends of his fingertips. He let out the lightest flinch when your hand pressed against a small needle injury at the end of his pointer finger.

“How the mighty fall,” he answered with a spark of amusement.

Resolving not to waste this private moment, he made a move.

Katakuri wrapped his hand around yours, and with the softest motion, pulled you in towards his body as he leaned his head down. You were close enough to him to feel the warmth radiating from his core. You swore you smelled a hint of fried dough. The ruggedly tattered scarf wrapped around his lower face tickled your skin as electricity grew between you and the seconds stretched into what felt like minutes. You were so close that you felt his breath on your nose, but the scarf stayed put as a barrier between you. You looked into the eyes you couldn’t see in the darkness, and yearned for the touch of his lips against yours.

Both yourself and Katakuri imagined the feel of each others’ lips pressed against skin, the taste, the touch, the smell—although you had no idea what his mouth looked like. He always covered it, so your imagination ran wild in the dark. You kissed the scarred and torn lips of the face you imagined in your head, then you kissed a mouth with sharp teeth so pointed that your own lips were cut in the process. Maybe he had big cute buck teeth under there that stuck through a pair of swollen lips. You kissed that too. Your imagination ran through the possibilities like a rolodex, and each was good, wonderous, and electric.

Meanwhile, Katakuri’s rolodex of imagined scenarios was not so idyllic. He imagined the multitude of ways in which you’d reject him, how you’d take his scarf from him and embarrass him, how you’d reveal the secret of his mouth to the entire world, painting a target on the backs of all his siblings. He remembered all of his past relationship failures, and most of all, he remembered the great bloody wound across his sister Brulee’s face as he stood there powerlessly. He froze.

The hesitation began to hang thick in the air like a fog, and you were nearly able to feel the discomfort circulating from his body. You weren’t sure what changed. Time had been dilating and you wondered how much longer the 7 minutes would last.

You took your chance.

You grasped his hand which held yours so gently but stiffly, and pulled it close enough to plant a sweet kiss upon the top of his painted knuckle. Underneath your lips, his body notably relaxed. The gesture brought him back to reality.

Katakuri’s eyes glinted with the color of the future, where he saw the moment the door opened to light, just moments away. In a flash, he pulled your hand through his scarf to his lips and returned the kiss so quickly that you could hardly process what might be under there by feel. He then stood straight up and gave you both a once over that lasted no more than a single second, any hair or mummy wrapping out of place put in its proper configuration by the quickest swipe of his finger. As if nothing had happened.

The door opened.

His siblings joked, poked, prodded, and laughed at what they thought may or may not had happened between the two of you. He spent the rest of the night avoiding your eyes, as if nothing had happened. Eventually, his siblings dropped the subject. Deep down, they were rooting for Katakuri—most of the older Charlotte children had already been married, through virtue (or iniquity) of arranged marriage. But perhaps the strongest and most perfect Charlotte, intentionally held from the world of political marriage, would be allowed to pick his own partner.

The party moved on. Other games were played, other topics broached, other siblings bullied and jested and the family was having a great time. Katakuri thought he’d gotten away with keeping up his perfect illusion that he’d kept his distance during the closet game, but sometime later, his eyes widened at you like plates, face turning red under his scarf, burning through the green face paint. He observed his hand and saw a hardly noticeable kiss mark on his knuckle. It’s already too late, he thought to himself.

Seconds later, Cracker’s burst of laughter turned the entire room to your face.

“Hold on, hold on! Your lips are GREEN!”

“GREEN?!”

“What did those two get up to…?”

“Katakuri! You DOG!”

Brulee looked concerned and attempted to play interference by standing between you and Katakuri to block the line of sight. She’d grown to be very protective of him, knowing that his hidden heart was kind and undeserving of the expectations those had thrust upon him. While she knew he was truly not the perfect being the world had decided him to be, she would do anything to help him protect that because it is what he had chose.

Despite Brulee getting in the center of it, the chatter raged on, the rumors spread, and you gained some kind of reputation. Your eyes met Katakuri’s as he leaned over Brulee to look at you. You furrowed your brows at each other.

The start of a beautiful relationship…

[swampstew]

It's time to flashily vote on your favorite costume!

Didn't read every story? No stress - you can find every entry below before you vote! Please like, reblog, and support every writer who put their ENTIRE soul into each writing piece - we all had so much fun putting this together for fandom!

@swampstew - Eustass Kid - Slutty Sauron

@quinloki - Marco, Ace & Reader - Full Metal Alchemist

@zoros-sheath - Zoro, Kaku & Reader - Little Red Riding Hood

@sanjis-all-blue - Diez Drake & Reader - The Princess Bride

@leakyweep - Doflamingo & Reader & Rosinante - Twilight

@icy-spicy - Killer - The First Man

@writing-yarn-goblin - Bartolomeo & Reader - American Gothic Painting

@mew-ya- Katakuri & Reader - Frankenstein's Monster

@bulle-d-bulliver - Kin'emon & O-tsuru & Reader & Kiku as the 4 Musketeers

@quinloki - Buggy the Red Nosed Reindeer

Voting will run for 24 hours with the winner being announced Halloween Day!

[quinloki]

𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Marco, Ace, Reader Warnings: None (implied poly relationship) Notes: Reader is implied shorter-than-average as a gag for the characters they're dressing up as.

Word count: 696

Ace tugged at the button up collar, undoing the top button again. “I know I agreed, but I didn’t think you were going to shove me into five layers of clothes, (Y/N).” He grumbles a little as you hand him a dark blue and silver trimmed military style jacket.

“At this rate the gloves are going to be the death of you.” You reply with a smirk. “Marco’s wearing something similar, he’s not complaining.” You say as you help him get the gold braided cord around his right arm the correct way.

Marco was standing in front of a mirror in the blue and silver trimmed military uniform. He had it buttoned up correctly, the boots were shined, and the few accessories were in place as though he was actually part of the Amestris Empire. He was currently getting used to the plastic prop cigarette you’d provided him, trying to make it look natural and sort out how to keep it comfortable.

He’d gone so far as to make sure he was clean shaven for the part, combing back and trying to tame some of his hair so it was only a little spiky in the front.

“His flames don’t run hot.” Ace huffs. “And look at him, he’s preening.”

“You would be too, pretty boy, if you’d look in the mirror.” Marco says flatly, turning around and giving Ace a grin, managing to keep the cigarette where he wants it.

“You know, the Colonel often wears a long black coat in the series, if you want, I can go get it?” You offer, giving him a half-teasing, half-irritated smile.

He flinches a little, and then sighs in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for complaining so much.” He offers up. “But why are you the main character?”

“Cause you two giants are too tall.” You assert, handing him a pair of gloves with thin red lines stitched into them. You’re wearing a black a-shirt, a thick brown belt, black pants and boots and a bright red coat with a black symbol stitched on the back. Thatch had helped you do the stitching, and it’d taken both of you a few months. It was beautiful work at least, and you were certainly going to get more use out of it than just this single contest event.

“Not that you have to be short to dress up as a short character.” You admit, checking your loose-braided blonde wig before putting it on. “But… this is my favorite character, and the two of you share a lot of physical traits with my other favorite characters, so it just worked out well. Too good to pass up.”

You finish getting your costume on and Ace nearly snorts trying not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You question.

He puts a hand over his mouth trying to stifle a laugh and failing miserably. “N-noth-nothing!” He manages. “It’s just- hahahaha!”

Marco turns to look and grunts, nearly snorting as he tries not to laugh too.

 “Heck, is something wrong?” You question, starting to panic a little.

“No, not at all.” Marco assures you.

“You look shorter than usual!” Ace finally blurts out, losing it entirely and cackling.

Your panic morphs into irritation. You start to say something, but Marco interjects.

“Those boots are even thicker than your usual shoes.” He states in disbelief. “It’s impressive, yoi.”

“Y-you’re both wearing boots too!” You stammer, suddenly painfully aware of your lack of height for the first time in months. “You’re just standing taller than usual, th-that’s all.”

You snatch a pair of white gloves out of Ace’s hands as he hands them over, still trying to contain his amusement. You grumble under your breath a little as you put the gloves on.

“Should’ve made you dress as the younger brother,” You huff. “Stick you in a big tin can all day.”

Ace’s gloved hand slips under your chin as he leans down from behind you. The rough texture sends a jolt down your back and you aren’t sure what to do with it. Before you can think on it he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t be mad, pipsqueak, I’ll make it up to you later.”

[leakyweep]

Childhood best friends!Corazon/Reader/Doflamingo

Modern AU

Check out the details and masterlist here!

A/N: ahhh i am so happy to be apart of this collab! i hope this fluffy story is a treat for halloween that you’ll absolutely love! and go check out all the other amazing blurbs written by my friends!

Words: 1.0k

No warnings, just some cute fluff 😌

Doflamingo leaned over the counter, face to the mirror as he fixed the eyeliner adorning his lids. He smudged it a little to give it a natural, smoky look and leaned back to take a good gander. He double checked the powder white paint covering his face and neck, making sure it was correctly blended. Even though you and his brother had practically begged on hands and knees to join them in the costume contest, he had “begrudgingly” accepted, rolling his eyes playfully as you two did your victory dance.

Now here he was, throwing on a purple and white baseball outfit dressed as a vampire. Oh, the things he did for the people he loved.

Walking out of the bathroom, he listened for the rustling of clothing or the sound of your voice, being led into your room to find his brother trying his best to fix a long, brown wig onto his head. He greeted him in the mirror, commenting on how he looked just like the dramatic Edward Cullen, earning a mocking chuckle from the taller man.

“Aren’t our characters like, enemies?” Corazon asked through the mirror, finally getting the hairline of the wig lined up just right with his own. He then grabbed the werewolf ears from the halloween store bag, fixing them on his head in the wig. He laughed when he saw how pale his brother was with the makeup. “Oh my God, you look like a mochi ball.”

Doffy just brandished a certain finger at him before approaching him and fixing some hair on the back of the cheap wig. Sure, he had just compared him to a soft, squishy ball of dough with flour all over the outside, but Doffy still wanted to make sure he, his brother, and their best friend looked the best they could. “Yeah, yeah. At least (y/n) also has to wear this pale ass makeup too.” He grumbled the words, but Corazon caught them and chuckled.

“I’m sure they’re going to enjoy the effort.” Cora turned back to the mirror for the finishing touches, standing from his chair and to his brother. “They really needed this.”

And it was true; your life had been filled with more downs than ups lately, and while the boys were there for you night and day, it still hadn’t filled the empty feeling in your chest thinking about the future.

But right now, it was your favorite holiday. You and your two best friends were going to a costume party, and all three of you were going to look just like the characters from Twilight, your favorite comfort movie. You had forced the older of the two brothers to join their movie marathon, and in the end, though he found it a bit cringy and corny – he enjoyed it for the sole purpose that you had shown such interest in making sure he caught every little detail of each movie. It made his cold heart warm a few degrees seeing someone he loved so much happy during a season of sadness.

When you emerged from the closet, a huge smile painted your face. Doffy’s powder-white face mixed with Cora’s cheap wig and dog ears made you double over laughing, your hands on your knees. Though, you were only laughing because you knew you looked just as ridiculous as them; dark circles painted under your eyes, your own face pale with white makeup, wearing an oversized baseball shirt and hat. “Oh my god, we look just like them!”

“You’re a liar and we all know it,” Doffy muttered, hiding the smile plastered on his face. You only headed over to where the two men were standing to engulf them in a tight hug, leaning into them when they wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Corazon laughed at his brother’s words.

“Oh c’mon, they’re right! Don’t I look like Jacob?” The lanky man turned his head only to dramatically swing it back towards you and his brother, giving his best smoulder and exclaiming, “Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?”

Again, your stomach was hurting from laughing, leaning against Doffy as Cora approached you again. “C’mon, you gotta admit that was spot on.”

You looked up to Doflamingo now, running your fingers through your hair with a frustrated expression, doing your best to sound like Kristen Stewart as you grumbled, “I-I don’t know- Edward-I-“

Now it was Cora’s turn to guffaw, putting a hand on his forehead before exclaiming, “That was amazing!” Doflamingo tried his best to steel his expression, but you both saw the corner of his lips turn upwards ever so slightly.

“I guess it was good.”

You and Cora giggled and tried to convince Doffy to do an Edward impression but got no luck. He only shook his head and smirked, offering to carry the treats you guys made the previous day. Heading into the kitchen, the boys put an arm around you, kissing each of your temples. As if speaking for the both of them, Cora sighed,

“We’re lucky to have such a great best friend like you. You are so important to us.”

After the shit few weeks you had, the words brought tears to your eyes. Not willing to ruin your makeup though, you only sniffed a bit, holding the tears at bay. Doffy was busying himself with the ghost-shaped rice krispies and vampire blood punch, bad with feelings and trying to show that he cared in his own way. You had learned over the years that while Cora was skilled in verbal appreciation, Doffy was a giving person who opted to help physically rather than emotionally.

You gave each of them a peck on the cheek for their love, grabbing the dish of jack-o-lantern cookies and following them to the car. With a group hug, you squeezed them tight before getting in the car. Of course you were going to give them a pep talk.

“No matter what, whether we win or not,” you started, staring daringly into the men’s eyes, “we’re going to have fun with our costumes, show everyone our cute little treats, and most importantly- enjoy our favorite holiday!”

With a nod and a kiss on the cheek from both men, you got in the car, heading to the party while listening to The Nightmare Before Christmas songs and- of course- Spooky Scary Skeletons. While you and Corazon sang along, dancing and giggling, Doffy sat in the driver seat, trying to fight the beaming smile that threatened to take over his features.

[writing-yarn-goblin]

HELLOOOOO!~

Today’s the daaaaaaay~

This is my contest entry for my lovely friend @swampstew

Anime: One Piece

Pairing: Bartolomeo the CannnibalxFem!Reader

Relationship: Established

Costume: American Gothic by Grant Wood https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/american-gothic/5QEPm0jCc183Aw?hl=en&avm=2

Word count: 2,023

Please enjoy!~

Warning: slightly suggestive

"Hello, fiends and friends!

You've been cordially invited to Buggy's Spooktacular! A fun party for all to enjoy! Drinks, games and contests with prizes!

Need to change? No problem! We have changing rooms at the ready!

Costumes are mandatory as it serves as your admission ticket. Those without costumes will pay a 6,000 Beri fine (hourly) in order to enjoy party.

See ya there, Jackasses!"

If there was something that you liked, was costume parties. They were a fun way to make friends, business and plans. You were looking forward to seeing your friends and other captains in this party as well. You knew a certain rubbery captain was invited and that made your appearance all the more mandatory.

"Hey, Doll-Did ya' see the invite?" You heard a certain green haired punk say as you gently placed the invite on the kitchen counter. It was early morning and you had spent the night at the Barto Club doing a lot of...special activities with its captain, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. He had curled himself against you, chin on the top of your head as you brewed him and yourself coffee. He took it black with a teaspoon of sugar. You took it mostly black, but wouldn't be against of spicing things up and adding things you'd want to like like different milks and sweetners from time to time.

"Think the costume contest will be a breeze?"

"Hell. No. Eustass Kid went as Terminator last year. I expect everything and anything moving forward." You grunted, making Barto chuckle and bent down enough to kiss your cheek, ready to take a sip from your brew.

"Welp, good thing is we can't repeat costumes." You mumbled softly, sipping your coffee. The morning carried on quiet as usual, you tending to a few documents and Bartolomeo tending to his crew. The party was a few islands away in two weeks. So you figured that you'd be able to craft something in such little time.

But this made it hard.

You were having trouble deciding what you wanted.

You had both stayed at a crossroad.

"I think we should go funny."

"I think we need to spooky it up."

There was no middle ground.

"Both?"

"Both."

'Both is good' you thought. Smirking at the possibilities and getting ready to move on with your day.

You had to do a couple stops at a fabric store and then to a costume shop. You were going to need all you could get.

A few days went by and now you were doing his measurements.

"Hold still, Sasquatch."

"You're being a bossy bitch, Honey-bunch."

You groaned, you knew this was going to be a problem. He was fidgety and so were you.

"Okay, sit down and stay VERY still and- shit, how are you tall even when you're sitting down!?"

You could hear the giggle he was trying to contain. Your distraught was giving him joy and you groaned.

He really thrived in riling you up.

"By the way, Luffy called-"

"HE DID!?"

"...yes. He asked if we were coming to Buggy's and I said yes." You finished. This was true and you knew this little trick will be your saving grace from not poking him with a very sharp needle.

"ShitwegottadoourbestcausenowIjustreallwannaimpressLuffywithmywholeoutfitAnditneedstobeperfect-"

And there he went.

Focused on getting through this costume fitting just so he could impress his favorite person in the world.

Strawhat Luffy.

~*~

The more days passed, the party's stress was already getting to you. So bad- that you've accidentally poked him, 34 times, with the pins and needles in your hand. Thankfully, Bartolomeo learned his lesson on sitting perfectly still.

Until half hour ago, when he was getting very fidgety.

"Stay. Fucking. Still."

"I'm trying, but your hands are really close to my dick and it makes it hard to stay firm in place."

You were at your wits end. You'd gladly hump the ever-lasting grin out of his face until he was whining and panting against your ear, asking to please let him cum with that comment just so he would flip the switch on you and pin you down against whatever surface, just for him to ravage you until he was spent but now wasn't the time get kinky. Especially when you had very sharp scissors in your hand.

Close to his crotch.

"Stay fucking STILL."

"Then stop fucking poking me, Pinhead!"

"WHO YOU CALLING PINHEAD!?"

The bickering didn't end.

It just got worse.

The moment you finally had everything measured and pinned to place, disaster strikes.

In the form of a Marine attack.

You were livid. It was a surprise attack and Bartolomeo was using a sea prism cuff because he didn't want to accidentally hurt you by conjuring up a barrier. He was trying to be careful with the very sharp objects on his body and scrambling to get the keys for the cuff as you readied yourself with any weapon you could find to defend yourself with.

The attack was a surprise but you were merciless.

The way you bent and stretched, leaned and crouched- were a sight to be seen. Contortionist as you were, you could make your mark flawlessly from any angle in the weirdest of positions.

'Fly like a butterfly, fight like a tank.' Was something Barto thought of you the moment the fight started.

You were going to have to be more careful moving forward. As a person of interest, you held information that would sink the pirate captains and meet their fate with Davey Jones.

Once the Marines were left useless and discarded, you all went on route to Buggy's coordinates.

The party would start soon and the blue haired clown wasn't known for his unmeasurable patience.

You remembered that costume changes were permitted so you both decided to make another costume. This one being for after the competition and for some...extra-curricular activities you both could enjoy in case the party was a bust.

Best be prepared, right?

Once the evening settled in, you received a transmission from another ship on your course, warning you of weather conditions worsening once you passed the threshold for the summer islands.

Meaning there was a hurricane passing through and you had no island to dock yet.

Fantastic.

You advised Bartolomeo to do a slight detour, safety first. He agreed that it was first and foremost so he tried to sail towards the last island he could find before the storm worsened and bared the weather.

Once everything was set, protected and everyone was inside: you were in bed, all snug and ready to bare the weather in Bartolomeo's arms, asleep.

~*~

It was a week before the costume party and it was fully got in your nerves.

Nothing wanted to come out right.

The scissors broke.

The wigs weren't ready.

The shoes were damaged- everything that wasn't supposed to happen, happened.

It didn't help that you and Bartolomeo were bickering like an old couple. You were hours from porting on the island Buggy mentioned on the invite and you felt like the world was against you.

Most of the party goers were already on the island on business or just because they could lounge a little.

The days moved on until they neared the day of the party and, no thanks to life, you were behind. So behind, that this was your third all-nighter. Your hands hurt, your eyes were unfocusing and you were drifting and waking up in shock as you were working with the final costume details.

Only to notice only tiny problem...

The costume you were supposed to be wearing was too big and Barto's was too small for him.

Which led you to a funny yet horrible realization:

You have to tell Bartolomeo that he's going to be the prettiest girl in the party.

Literally.

Just as you were going to fix the costume, he strolled in with a cup of coffee for you and a scowl.

"You need to break, babe."

"You need to shut up, sweetheart."

It didn't help that you were cranky. A few minutes had passed and you sniffled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." You mumbled, eyes still focused on your work as you put down the scissors and the needles down.

"I gotta tell you something though...l accidentally made my costume your size and your costume, my size..."

The silence that followed was a little unnerving but before you could look at him, he had already placed your mug down and was inspecting the costume you had worked on.

"I get to be a chick and you get to be my pops?"

You nodded, lips forming a pout as he just smirked at the costume.

"What's the backup costume?"

"Skeletons. We'd glow in the dark."

"Perfect. After the contest is over: we change into this, we get piss drunk and make out, alright?"

Happy with what you're hearing- you nodded and stood up from your seat. There were urging him to sit down and once he did, you climbed up his lap kissed his lips silly. His hands were wrapped around you and nuzzled his nose with yours when the kiss ended.

The days moved fast once more and it was the day of Buggy's party.

You were now doing Bartolomeo's hair as he patiently waited for you to finish. You had clipped his hair carefully and then pulled in his wig cap to place the soft blonde wig on his head. Clipping the back of the wig in a pretty bun with a divide in the middle of the wig. You contoured his edges to where the wig started and we're thankful that he was without eyebrows.

He had nude make up on, his septum was inverted and away from the public's eyes, the tattoo under his right eye was barely visible- he almost looked like a normal person.

Save for the fangs and the height, that is.

Once he was with makeup and thin eyebrows, clothing him was easy. He carefully slipped on a soft linen long sleeved shirt with a rounded collar, black long-sleeve ankle-high dress with the white cuffs poking out of his sleeves. A thin wine colored vest with little dots and curls and a wavy hem.

And finally, an old broach he had stolen a long time ago.

Once he was ready, it was your turn.

You had to, unfortunately, wear a bald cap. You had secured all your hair neatly inside a wig cap and then placed the bald cap on your head. You had meticulously made faded hair on your cap, on the sides. You also made wrinkles on your face and had fake circular glasses perched on your nose.

The white cotton shirt with thin green strips was at least more breathable than the wigcap. Finishing your look with light blue jean overalls and black blazer.

"Hey, I got us something to hold up for pictures."

You looked at Bartolomeo curiously as you watched him stand up and pick something up from the floor.

You giggled.

It was a big, gold picture-frame.

"You would have to kneel to even think of getting a picture."

"That's what chairs are for, my honey."

You grinned. Both of you looked so convincing in your outfits that it would take a second look to Barto to recognize who he was.

"C'mon, let's head over to Buggy's and get this over with. I already wanna change into the back up and make out with the prettiest blonde in a dark corner." You mumbled, packing a little satchel with the glow in the dark skeleton costumes.

"That's pretty Freudian of you." Bartolomeo quipped as he pinned you against the door before leaving, lips near to yours as you gave him a frown. "Bald cap and all- you look good enough to eat. Right. Now."

With a firm push he stumbled back, laughing as you grabbed him by the hand, him holding the frame in the other, and made your way down to the party.

"And now you made it gross. C'mon- I wanna get this party started!"

[bulle-d-bulliver]

BUGGY'S SPOOKTACULAR SPECIAL - The Four Musketeers

hey yall ! coming out a bit of my current silence on here (i have been busy with other stuff and interested with other fandoms for now)

i'm actually participating in @swampstew's writer collaboration :

Buggy's Spooktacular Special

9 writers came together to all write their own creation about characters and their halloween costumes. check out the post above to find their works !! make sure to reblog them all if you go through them and read them ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

♣

Fandom : One Piece Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW Pairing : Kin'emon/Reader, O-Tsuru/Reader, Kin'emon/O-Tsuru, Kin'emon & Kiku, O-Tsuru & Kiku, Reader & Kiku Tags : ☾Fluff, Birthday, Halloween, Costumes, Romance, Friendships, Found Family, Sword Fighting, Hand Holding, Hugs, Shishilian appears temporarily ☼Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used, Reader is written smaller than the three others, but no specified height or weight, Kiku picks up Reader at one point ✩Written with Kin'emon being a model or adjacent father figure to Kiku in mind, and O-Tsuru being a model figure to Kiku in mind. No specified dynamic between Reader and Kiku other than them being close friends considering each other family.

Summary :

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. It was decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition. You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

Word Count : 5k3

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. But the country had been now more open to new things, new cultures, now that things were better. And with that came adopting, trying, or simply respecting, holidays and events from other cultures.

So Halloween was coming, and so was your birthday.

Upon deciding to proceed with this plan of fusing the two occasions, it was also decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition - and please you, even if you had waved your hands frantically and assured them 'it's fine it's fine, you don't have to !'. They were plenty aware you were delighted by the idea, even with your backpedaling of it. So costumes it would be for the four of you. And individually handmade costumes, on top of that, would turn this into a fun challenge with an end result to look back on with delight and pride. Something to keep on display as a homage to a day that mattered not just for you, but for everyone.

You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

So there you all went on the search for ideas, one by one getting to the creation of your masterpieces.

♣

Kiku didn't search very far, for an idea, truthfully. She went with a demon - of course, of course, she had - but for this special occasion, and you who seemed to like Halloween so much, she wanted to do something different than what she knew. She decided to delve into different cultures, researching and preparing as much in advance of the work as she could. Kiku initially thought of going for a specific type of demon or demon equivalent from one culture, but she remembered you told her one day about how fun it was when doing character 'types' - to mold a vague concept into something that you owned and identified with. So, with that in mind, she decided to try this idea. Follow the general structure of what consisted of a demon in the fiction and myths of another culture - perhaps from the East Blue - but create her own... 'demon character'. It still matched the importance of it to her, but the challenge made it all the more exciting.

Kiku got to work fairly early on in the time she had until the deadline day. She actually had a pretty good knowledge on creating clothes; she'd had to learn that early on during her youth, and her time with O-Tsuru helped as well as the woman shaped her knowledge further when they had a few occasions for it. She was confident in her abilities to do it, and to find ways to succeed if she struggled.

The first step was the robe. It was black, in a thick tissue to keep some warmth but shaped in a way that created a lot of folds, enhanced with the thinly braided belt, using a golden yellow color for it to pop out. Kiku had gotten her hands on a material she had never worked with from out of Wano - golden and shiny, thin and slightly transparent - that she wanted to implement on the robe, but upon making mistake after mistake despite her careful efforts she decided to get Kin'emon's help. Kiku didn't ask him to do it for her, but to help her figure out the right way to go about it while applying the material. She didn't lose time to use what she'd just learned for her costume, adding on - the dress coming out gorgeous, looking a little otherworldly despite its simplicity. Adding onto it the detail she'd purposefully left space for : a tail, with a very thin, flexible piece of metal inside to keep it curved constantly, with the same shade of black as the robe. It ended in a bident, the two little spears at the end a sneaky little detail referring to Oden's two swords, a small tribute to her late caretaker and lord, bringing a tingle of bittersweet pride to her heart anytime her eyes landed on it.

Now came the part to make her more demon-looking. On her open back sat broken, black wings with only their stumps remaining like they'd been ripped off, speaking of a tragic event. She found it rather ironic : a parallel to her lost arm, her character losing a major limb but striving on despite it all. Kiku found it fitting.

She also added horns, that she made light enough to stay on her head which would keep it glued safely, but easy to get off, also black, long, and curved up then back. Golden paint spiraled around the horns, crossing onto each other and catching the light beautifully. With it, she modified an arm-length black glove to resemble claws, the fingertips replaced with curved talons dulled for safety.

Kiku initially thought to stop there when she was done, looking in the mirror to check if it all came together well. But it was missing something, something that felt like a key element. And as her eyes drifted to her blade, sitting safely on its holder... She knew what she needed to add to complete it.

The mask was painted black, the shape of it oh so different from what she knew, smooth except for vague shapes and cavities, for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The pitch blackness was as if looking into the void, a black hole, so deep it was hard to look away... And your eyes would be spiraling into hers, the skin around her eyes and the inside of the mask's eye holes painted white to strike. Kiku had considered adding gold to match the color palette, but decided against it.

Looking herself over in the mirror, Kiku nodded at her reflection. She felt extremely proud of the results and how gorgeous it came out. It wasn't perfect, a few mistakes visible. She was fine with it. She was glad for them, they weren't unwelcomed - Kiku worked hard for this, and hard work meant mistakes. It showed she tried despite hardships - and did it.

♣

Kin'emon wasn't sure what to do. He had full confidence in his skills and abilities when it came to clothing - his devil fruit wouldn't work as well if he didn't have an eye for good design and aesthetics. Sure, a lot of his fashion knowledge came from Wano... but he'd learned a lot, from the point he'd left to the future, and then made his way back to his homeland. Using his devil fruit only made his actual skills come in handy for something quickly done and temporary. And skills he had, a passion he didn't want to turn into more than that, something he was quite good at. Many people didn't expect him to be a person of arts, especially not a clothing designer.

Many ideas came to mind, but all of them were samurai-related, and yes, yes he could do that, he could, but he thought maybe he needed to be a little more clever than that. Maybe a lot more clever, something really inspiring, awestruck everyone, something breathtaking and... Back on track - Kin'emon needed to find the perfect idea. Because Kin'emon never did things half - okay maybe sometimes, especially his own self.

He was busier than he had anticipated during the time of creation of the costumes. Busy with matters, unfortunately, more pressing than a birthday event - ones that you even, on your own, pushed him to focus on when you'd noticed the situation - even if he was adamant he'd get it done; the samurai wasn't one to give up that easily.

Even so, he was left with a lot less time than he anticipated, especially since his family made sure to bully him to rest. Kin'emon sketched out many ideas, but too soon, there was already way too little time left to make the costume...

So he settled for a fire fox spirit. So, okay, not very clever, but it's very him, and it was at least something he knew he could get done before the deadline without having anyone chewing him out for overworking.

No- Actually- Screw that ! It was very clever, thank you, Kin'emon thought, when he looked at the kimono he'd created with his own hands. It took more time and effort than he'd figured without using his devil fruit... And okay, well, maybe it'd been a minute since he hadn't relied on it. So, sew him ! Fiery auburn with the bottom edges pitch black then blinding white, yellow freckles in places like fire particles, made using a shining thread he kept aside 'just in case' for a special project - this was more than special enough. The kimono was pretty simple but did the job, and Kin'emon liked it enough that he was now figuring he'd probably wear it as it was sometimes. The belt was the same color as the main one and kept in place an addition behind him : a furry, fluffy fox tail big enough to match Kin'emon's height and width. He had ears to match in his hair, the band hidden into its thickness, and his hands and feet were painted black like a fox's paws.

Yes. Not very clever, but also incredibly clever in a Kin'emon way, and it was good.

♣

O-Tsuru would very quickly assure she was very interested in the idea of this, enamored by the fun of it all. But she wasn't very enthralled to costume as something, rather more interested in using a theme as a base for a new outfit she'd create. She'd asked you when the idea was initially proposed, and you promised her she didn't need to go with a costume if she didn't want to, and putting together a new outfit, a special one for the occasion, worked just as well. It was about the fun of it all, after all, not for it to be stressed over traditions and rules that weren't important. O-Tsuru had been relieved - she knew you wouldn't shoot her down, if she asked, or get upset if she truly didn't want to - but she didn't want to potentially disappoint you either. She valued important dates, and it being your birthday... Well regardless, you were more than happy with this, so, so was she !

First came the step of deciding what to do, but she had way too many ideas to just go and already start on one. She made sketch after sketch of designs, then sorted through the ones she liked the most; choosing was hard, so she got O-Tama to help her, the girl immediately pointing to the design based on a white crane - O-Tsuru's favorite bird - and pointing to her at the same time, excited about this particular one because of the style of one of her kimonos, the one O-Tama was the most familiar with.

With decisive nods exchanged and a good warm hug before an offer for some food and tea together, she was ready to get to work.

Dedicated and hard-working were two adjectives everyone would use first when talking about O-Tsuru. This new project saw a new level of such qualities from her, resulting in her best work yet, in her honest - and very accurate opinion, from how self-critical she was for it. She juggled between her shop, her usual volunteering help around town, and her active social life without a sweat, as if she was gracefully throwing balls into the air and looping them between her hands. O-Tsuru knew when to take breaks to work on her design so she wouldn't mess up something by overworking herself or attempting to work while in the wrong state of mind to focus. The woman valued paying attention to details, in her creation just as much as her time.

It was with eyes shining with pride that O-Tsuru admired her completed handiwork, standing in front of a tall mirror. A pure white kimono with the added pattern to it being plants you'd find near rivers in a very simplistic style using a dulled, greyish blue, the painted plants reaching up from the bottom of the kimono to feel almost life-sized.

A large, pastel blue obi tied around her waist kept it all in place with the proper accessories to go with her kimono. To add to it all, she added golden jewelry, something simple, but a pop of color to bring it together.

But the masterwork of it all was around her shoulders. A coat flowed down her arms, kept in place with little rings at the ends looped around her middle fingers on each hand. The coat was so special because it was shaped like elegant, long crane wings, following the movement of her arms gracefully.

To both the coat and kimono, there was a very subtle, delicate, detailed work of feathers into the tissue. The crafted feathers could be felt faintly if one's fingers were to brush the clothes, catching the light in an almost ethereal way.

It was that modest detail in plain view, something registered by the brain but unable to readily describe, that made it all look so beautiful.

Once noticed, it really hit how much effort O-Tsuru put into it.

She didn't do any different make-up than her usual other than making it a little more visible. She wasn't looking to stand out in her 'costume', only wanting appreciation for her work, especially from her family.

♣

So came the early morning of your birthday and the holiday Wano had decided to celebrate to partake in new cultures.

The four of you were to meet once in the early morning at O-Tsuru's and Kin'emon's residence to show off your costumes before everyone took off to take care of their own personal affairs, then planned on meeting up again at late lunchtime in town to a restaurant you liked to start on the birthday celebrities.

You heard three voices as you opened the door, noting Kiku had gotten there before you had, and it was with a lot of barely-contained excitement that you rushed in to get a look at everyone. You gasped, a broad smile overtaking your face as a thrilled noise left you.

"You all did so good !" You praised your family, looking them over, making each of them spin to showcase their creations.

"You're not so bad yourself, my love," O-Tsuru mischievously answered, making you spin in turn, which you did with flourish.

"Musketeer huh ? We should have seen it coming," Kin'emon laughed, Kiku chuckling along with him.

Well, true enough, they really should have. Your little love for the swashbuckling genre was no secret to anyone who listened to you for more than a minute, so of course you had to try your hand at your very own romanticized musketeer attire ! It took a lot of effort and help from people who weren't those three to get it made, as you didn't have the experience to do that particular project, but you'd learned plenty and had ideas that ended up being pretty nice and brought it all together - something you were quite proud of.

"We'll be going now, to make sure we can get everything done," Kiku gently warned you, smiling. "I'm excited to spend your birthday with you."

Aw. Shucks.

"So am I !" You assured, hands on your hips. "I can't wait for it to be early afternoon and start it all."

Kin'emon sighed softly, one hand coming up to brush against your cheek with affection, big fingers smooshing your skin, an amused expression on his face, finding you seemingly endearing.

"We will see you then, my love."

"Don't tire yourself out too much before we meet again," O-Tsuru reminded you, a glint of smugness in her voice from the teasing.

"Aye aye, ma'am," you rolled your eyes at your partner, not without a smile.

The four of you broke off then, each to their respective plans for the morning.

You couldn't wait to see what this day had in store for you.

♣

Busy town with busy people, and not in a way that grated your ears and made your head buzz uncomfortably; rather, it was boisterous in a way that felt comfortable and homey, filled with happiness and laughter. It was nice. Very nice.

You were standing in front of the restaurant, away from the door to avoid bothering anyone wishing to enter or leave easily, people watching while waiting for your partners and your friend. A booming voice called out your name from the side of the street you weren't looking at, and when you turned with a smile to wave at Kin'emon... You found yourself dumbfounded, instead, blinking owlishly at the three figures walking toward you, stopping once they reached the restaurant.

You blinked a few more times, trying to understand what you were looking at.

It was Kiku, Kin'emon, and O-Tsuru, alright, but it was them in musketeers costumes matching yours.

"What ???" Was all you could muster, gesturing to their clothes with wild hands.

Kiku laughed behind her hand at your surprise, offering it for you to take, warming yours under her gloved palm.

"That book you like, it has three musketeers, and you told us people often make it four. Right ?" She explained slowly, letting you put it together.

"But ! What about your costumes ? You all worked so hard on them all, and they looked *so* good !" You protested.

"You're right ! We did. It is not wasted effort, my love. They will be used and appreciated, just not this afternoon." Kin'emon reassured you, patting your and Kiku's hand. You huffed at this, pouting, only a little genuine, mostly playful.

"I guess, then, that's fine."

"Do you not like it ?" Inquired Kiku.

"No, no ! I... I adore it. It's really sweet, and doing a group costume feels... I don't know, it's hard to explain. It feels, nice. Very nice." You smiled sweetly up at her, a little embarrassed.

"We promise we didn't waste our efforts and time, dear," O-Tsuru added, catching your eyes with hers. "But we also knew this would be a wonderful little birthday gift."

"You're right, it is. Thank you, all of you. I love this gift."

Sharing smiles and laughter, you entered the restaurant, it being well time to enjoy a good meal before going on your little town birthday escapade.

♣

Lunch went fairly quickly, even as you were scolded by O-Tsuru not to rush when you had choked on your food, much to the amused delight of Kiku and Kin'emon. It wasn't long before the four of you entered the heart of the festival put together to celebrate Autumn, in general, taking the occasion to try new things such as this.

Around you were many stands and activities, so much to see and share with excitement.

One particular stand, full of different teas in jars, and tea sets even, caught O-Tsuru's eye, as she let out a small 'oh !' of interest, Kiku excitedly bumping her shoulder into hers and hushing her over to the stand so they could look at it together. You were about to follow them, always adoring hearing your lover and friend gush about that interest of theirs, even if you sometimes got a bit lost, when a warm hand tugged on yours a little too eagerly; a proud Kin'emon grinned at you, eyes crinkling as he took you a bit further away, into a more spacious place not far from the stand where the others were at - it was on the end of the street, opening into a town square. You watched as he made a loud noise, getting people's attention, asking them to give a bit of space for the two of you. Everyone recognized him, all following along with his request, some grumbling but most looking amused and intrigued.

Kin'emon took a fencing stance, after getting his sword out, smiling brightly. Finding yourself dumbfounded again, for the second time this day, you drew your sword as well, taking position with clumsy confusion.

"Stance a little lacking, my love, don't you think ?" He teased.

You huffed, playfully, fixing it.

"It happens that I decided to add to our surprise for you. Granted, I had been planning this for far longer than our group costume decision... But still, it is rather fitting."

"You learned fencing ?" You sounded a little emotional as you asked.

"That I did, my love. Be ready !"

With a laugh, you prepared yourself for his little impromptu sparing session.

It was a short one, a small round or two only, not aiming to do much more than clash swords and try to make the other lose composure - or better, laugh.

Kin'emon showed to be skilled in this, more than someone who'd just picked it up, but he was a skilled swordsman, even if in a different form of it. But you got your fair amount of making him fumble, loving the way he'd exclaim and praise you.

There was no real winner, truthfully, less of a competition and more of a little duo dance of swords, only having a little fun until O-Tsuru called for the both of you, to continue through the festival.

You did get a quick peck on your cheek from Kin'emon, as you were making sure your safely put-away sword rested securely on your side.

"Thank you for indulging me, my love."

"It's not indulging you if you're the one offering such a sweet surprise, Kin'emon. Thank you." You chastised him softly while you took his hand in yours to tug him back to the group to continue forward.

♣

The next notable stop was when you reached an art stand, exposing various works on different medias, and different styles, showing the various artists that came together to bring this to the public eye for the festival.

It seemed the running theme was the late Oden, present in everything in some shape or form, even if vague. It brought you to a quiet thinking as you looked over the artworks, listening to Kiku and Kin'emon softly start a discussion about their deceased leader-slash-family.

A soft touch on your shoulder brought you out of your little bubble, your smiling partner pointing to the two with a sign to keep silent. You nodded, quietly moving away, letting them both have their moment. O-Tsuru held your hand in hers, once again nothing but soft touch, linking your fingers together. As lean as her fingers were, they were still bigger than yours due to her height, making your heart skip a bit at the notice of it.

O-Tsuru sat on a bench, graceful as always, inviting you to join her on her side, keeping your linked hands on her lap, her free one joining the other to cup yours, with a faint almost reverent intent to it. You felt more than flustered at the thought of such a thing, looking away and attempting - failing - to conceal the surprised little noise that escaped your lips. But you didn't stop yourself from slightly leaning against her side, a happy, wobbly smile making your cheeks look adorable.

With a hint of smugness, O-Tsuru decided to turn this into an assassination attempt via words, low voice keeping it private, just the two of you on that bench as the festival went on around you.

"Remember, always, how loved and cared for you are, by us, dear. Do not doubt it for a second." She eventually whispered, having enjoyed the way she'd made you flustered beyond recovery, deciding to give you a little break. "I love you very dearly, dear. So does he, very much. Kiku, just as well as us."

O-Tsuru followed her reminders with more praises, soft, watery rose words feeling like you were being hugged with affection, your skin tingling from the fluster you felt until you couldn't take it anymore, hiding your face under the brim of your hat, teeth biting on your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining out complains. You felt your lover shake with her hidden laughter more than heard her, but it was easy to imagine the glint in her eyes as she took in the sight of you unable to even know how to answer back, useless under a few sweet words of love and affection from her.

Hell, there were days where just meeting her gaze was enough to send you reeling into fluster land, especially with how O-Tsuru would hold it with a smile you knew meant... Well nothing specific per se, but the intent, intent such as this situation, of leaving you under a pile of little hearts that kept spurting out of your head as you simply drowned in them.

Instead now, with a little content sigh, O-Tsuru warmed your hand between hers as you waited for your family to get back to you, once they were done with their reminiscing, letting them take as long as needed - you were sitting in silence together, enjoying the closeness and the ambiance of it all...

...Little circles rubbed on your knuckles a clear enough 'I love you'.

♣

You'd found a stand with a large aquarium tub, filled with clear, healthy water, and the necessary environment for water creatures to thrive. To say you were currently fascinated by the colorful fishes swirling around it would be an understatement; it was like all your thoughts had vanished, replaced with only 'fish' in broad, bold letters in your mind.

So of course you were a little startled when a tall, strong lady decided to pick you up and steal you away with a giggle, like you were just a sack of potatoes to be delivered. Kiku quickly quieted down your whining by pointing to an adjacent stand... Game stand, you corrected yourself, currently being attempted to be won by Kin'emon, the big price being something related to cranes - all you could tell, from afar - next to a very amused O-Tsuru.

"Bet she's gonna win it herself after he miserably fails a hundred times ?" You snorted, looking up at Kiku.

"Oh, definitely. It would not be fun otherwise !" She laughed earnestly, putting you down.

The both of you settled to hang around where you'd paused, simply taking to people watching, taking a breath to just exist. You didn't always get a chance to, with how busy Kiku could get, often. You understood it well enough, being so as well with all the work needed around the country in so many various forms; you sighed and stretched, a little relieved to get a silent break with her.

You didn't mind either when she decided to break it with a call of your name before her question.

"What made you settle on the musketeer ?"

"Mmh," you thought, "I'm not sure. I actually have to admit I'm not that well-versed in the details of their history. I just liked the swashbuckling genre... But even then, I'm no professional connoisseur. A little silly to say, I'll give you that."

"Although, only a little." Kiku nudged your side with her hand. "Why pick it then ?"

"It feels me. Or something like that. People tend to associate the vibes of them with me, and I kind of did too. It just speaks to me, and I see myself in it even if I don't necessarily know a huge amount of information about it."

"I see. I can understand that, I think."

You hummed, letting her gather her answer.

"You do share many values of it. And, additionally, yes the aesthetic suits you." You both shared a chuckle. She proceeded to list a few things she thought matched well with you, from the genre and notions of it.

You shook your head a little, giving her an affectionate look that she offered back. Silently, without needing to say anything, the two of you exchanged a gentle hug. You decided to trade back some compliments to her yourself, equally, feeling her smile against your shoulder.

A cry of victory made you separate, turning to see Kin'emon cheering loudly.

"Times are changing, I suppose." Kiku ominously commented, making you snort once again.

♣

Fulfilling, memorable, treasurable. Words from many you could pick to describe what this day had been for you, leaving you tired in all the best ways, although you knew you'd probably pass out the moment you'd sit on a cushion once you all decided to make it back to Kin'emon's and O-Tsuru's residence.

Currently resting, giving your poor legs a break before you leave the festival for a more private birthday setting, you made a noise in the back of your throat, bringing the attention of your family back to you.

"I wanted to thank you guys. For today. And the surprises. And.. Well. For being in my life. Sappy stuff like that, you know." You managed to gradually say then huff out, a little embarrassed.

"Shouldn't we be the ones showering you in thanks and 'sappy stuff' ?" Remarked Kiku, not without a raised eyebrow and a toothy grin she hid behind a closed fist.

You threw your hands up, palms open.

"No more ! I beg. I think I'll explode."

Kin'emon laughed earnestly, visibly stopping himself from what he'd been apparently about to say, giving you an adoring look you chose to avoid, although not without a little smile his way first.

"At the very least, accept us cheering for today, dear." O-Tsuru objected.

You sighed playfully, giving in with a bow of your head, immediately followed by earnest words from all three.

Loudly interrupted by a surprised shout, from a voice you knew well.

Shishilian appraised you four with glowing pride, visibly pleased with your choice of costume. Kiku immediately offered a short explanation of the occasion and their surprise to you.

Of course, the lion didn't waste a second to then praise your choice, looking all too smug - faltering when you mentioned enjoying the romance in the fictional genre you so liked, changing the subject immediately with a grumpy grumble.

"How about we keep this moment immortalized, instead, now, mh ?" Shishilian offered, bringing confusion to you and your group. He gruffly showed what he'd been in town for - a brand new camera, one of those imported technologies they'd been able to get here thanks to some help. Your friend gestured to you all, with the camera, and taking the hint, the four of you gathered close, posing each in your own decided ways; by that you meant all three of them had their elegance and grace in their stances while you decided to be obnoxious to ruin the seriousness of it, at the last second, ending up looking goofy and dorky on the resulting photo. You were proud of yourself when you saw the way your lovers and friends appreciated the silliness in their own ways.

You weren't sure what the rest of the slowly finishing day had in store for you, or the next month, the end of the year, or the one after it... One thing you knew,

you were loved, and cared for, and there was no changing that, not anytime soon.

hope you liked it ! leave a comment and reblog !

[riverdale-events]

October News!

As October approaches us ever quicker, we here at BuggieBreak would like to share a few announcements with you guys!

Here is our October Calendar!

1) REWATCHES! Don’t forget to Check Out the rewatches on the @bugheadfamily discord server! We’re doing them all the way up until the season 3 premiere!

2) MOVIE NIGHTS! Octobers Theme is: Halloween in Riverdale, which means all our spooky favorites deserve some time in the sun. Don’t miss out on Casper, The Addams Family, Bettlejuice, and Hocus Pocus streaming the saturday of each month. Live discussions take place on the discord server as well!

3) JUGHEADS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION! Since Riverdale won’t be airing in time, we decided to give our favorite beanie-wearing leather boy a very special birthday with his own Bijou double feature. This will run similar to Movie Nights but of course we’re streaming John Landis! An American Werewolf in London and Animal House! What better way to celebrate?

4) FIRST FRIDAY SLEEPOVER! The first friday of ever month two of our moderators @arsenicpanda and @my-broken-bones-are-mending90 host a sleepover. This includes a voice chat, games, and movies that don’t always strictly fit our monthly themes. You might also be encouraged to BYOM: Bring Your Own Mug (of brownies of course!)

5) FRIGHFEST! Along with the first Friday, we’ve having weekends of movie marathoning! 

October 5th: Cabin in the Woods

October 12th: It

October 19th: Zombieland

October 26th: Halloween

6) COSTUME CONTEST! On the @bugheadfamily‘s discord, we will be holding a costume content! Staring October 24th, in the #cosplay-and-larp channel, you will have the ability to post pictures of your halloween costumes to be judged by fellow server members. There will be 2 different categories: Riverdale themed and Non-Riverdale themed. The contest will end November 7th! Prizes will be a choice of a gifset from @stark, a fic from @tory-b, or a graphic from @theheavycrown! We will also be running another event here on buggiebreaks called Sins and Virtues during that time, don’t forget to keep an eye out for that!

7) LIVE WATCH! Where will you be when the season starts to air? Well we know where you should be, on the bugheadfamily discord server, where we host live chat reactions to the episodes (for both brazil and US time zones!) Come join us at 8pm EST (5pm PST, 1am BST) starting October 10th. We always find live stream links and post them on server for those who don’t have cable! It’s a great way to get immediate interactions with fellow buggies just as wide eyed and excited to see the new season play out right before their very eyes! 

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, or contact an admin. @shibbycat, @tory-b, @theheavycrown, or @stark!

Have a Spooktacular Halloween Month!

The Mysterious and Spooky BugheadFamily Admin Team

(If you sing it in the Addams Family theme it works really well too)

[yoshi4sushi]

(purupurupuru) (purupurupuru) (gocha!) (coo!) (coo!)

 Happy! Happy Monday! I hope everyone is ready to get back to school or work. Summer break has come to an end so we must get back to our daily lives, but they don’t have to be boring. Fall is approaching, and we have oodles of fun events and goods to share with you so you know the drill. First off, last week’s chapter was bizarre! Pudding keeps going on/off with her bipolar disorder of either helping the gang or just wishing them for their doom. Chiffon however is trying to keep from going nuts, and to stick with the plan to help them. Chiffon requested Sanji to help her and Pudding to make a cake that will definitively put Big Mom at ease from her eating disorder. He agrees with her plan and tells Luffy that they’ll meet soon once they’re done with the cake. Will Luffy and the gang be able to hold off on their own while the chefs make the cake? Let’s see what happens this week. This past weekend’s episode is emotional. Sanji gets the haze welcome treatment from her rotten brothers as he can’t help but remember how his dad and siblings were belittling him for not being a strong soldier. Now, his dad faked his death so that he can lock him up so he doesn’t have to bear the shame of dealing with him. GUA! Such a cruel parent. Next time, Luffy continues fighting Cracker, and Sanji’s past continues when he was still a child. Don’t miss it! Now on with the goods! (Ding!) (Dong!) Now who could that be? GUA! Tongari-san! Please come in! Let me get you some cold tea. The boys are taking a nap so please forgive them. So what’s the buzz going on at the tower, my friend? Tongari-san says that fall is gonna get spooktacular! Halloween is coming, and the tower have some awesome cool events and goods coming up sooner than you think. First off, they’ll have a costume contest: one for kids under 12 and one for kids over 14 and above. They’ll have prizes for runner ups. First prize will win a trophy, goods, and park tickets. We’ll leave a link with details. Next, what is fun without some navy soldiers running to arrest priates! If you dress like one, they’ll get you be sure to get away from them. Next, Sanji’s restaurant will be giving away new coasters if you order from the a la carte menu. One meal for one coaster, and it will be random. This time, they’ll have Ace, Perona, Zoro, Brook, and Marco. Moving on, so for the Halloween goods, they’ll sell buttons, badges, chocolate bars, folders, and blankets. The store will also be selling these adorable Tokyo Tower mini figuirnes of Luffy, Ace, Shanks, Zoro, Sanji, and Law in red color. This can only be purchase at the tower. The regular color will also be available at any Straw Hat store, but the red color is only at the tower. Also, upcoming birthday will be celebrated next month. I’ll give you a hint. First, one is a drama queen and a snake princess, and the other is a villain who is the master of sand. Yup, you got it. Hancock and Crocodile. They’ll sell buttons of them. Hancock’s b-day is on Sept.2nd, and Crocodile is on Sept.5th. Images will be released soon. The café will also have birthday dishes of them. It will be announced soon as well. Next, the tower will be having two photo session and this time, they’ll have Buggy and Puggy, and Luffy and Anne. They’ll give out tickets so you can get pics with them. A portrait cost 1500 yen. If you wanna get tickets for the pics, be the early worm to get the worm. The website will have details of it. Next, The Mugiwara Store will be celebrating its 5th anniversary. This year’s theme is the Wild West. YEE-HAW! RIDE’EM, COWBOY! To celebrate the anniversary, they’ll sell this package that comes with a towel, a PVC clutch bag, a pouch, and two buttons with Luffy and Chopper, and one with Zoro and Sanji. Also, for the anniversary, if you order more than 1000 yen, you’ll get some bromide character cards from the Straw Hats and others. Another thing is that if you buy over 3500 yen, not also you’ll get bromide cards, but you’ll also get a free eco tote bag with Luffy in it. I think they’ll also sell anniversary buttons as well, but we’ll let you know on that. Next, YAKARA will be selling the top 14 character buttons from the vote poll log from last time. More details will be released soon. Moving on, I hope everyone was able to watch the EAST BLUE special episode of OP. The DVD will be released on Nov.24th. Next, In October, OP and DB Super will be having a special episode. No details yet, but its rumored it could be another double joint episode of both anime. Don’t miss it! Last, but not least, the OP video game, Unlimited World Red, will now be on PS Switch and PS4. Check your local video game website to see if they have it or ask if they will have in stock. Phew! I think we covered everything. Tune in next week for more news and goods.  Special thanks to Tongari-san for dropping by. I’ll let the boys know you dropped by. Thanks, my friend.

 Tower events and goods: https://onepiecetower.tokyo/op_20th/halloween2017?lang=en

[anachef]

The New Disney World PhotoPass Haunted Mansion Attraction Photo is Positively Spooktacular

Welcome foolish mortals… Disney has announced a NEW Haunted Mansion ride photo! Beginning today, Disney PhotoPass will take a spirited photo of you as your “Doom Buggy journeys through a labyrinth of haunted chambers in the Haunted Mansion attraction at Walt Disney World Resort!”

The Haunted Mansion

And you might see “a few silly spooks that fill in the dead space of your photo.”

I mean, just get a look at how spooktacular these photos are going to be! The Grim Grinning Ghosts seem ready for their photo, are you?

Haunted Mansion PhotoPass Opportunity ©Disney

And, look… it’s The Hatbox Ghost! It’s so cool that he is making more of an appearance in Florida!

Haunted Mansion PhotoPass Opportunity ©Disney

They always said, “A ghost will follow you home…” and now you really will get to keep one with you long after your vacation is over!

To preview, purchase and download the new Haunted Mansion photo, you must be wearing a MagicBand or MagicBand 2 Icon that’s linked to your Disney account. When you do, your photo will be automatically linked to your account. Super easy!

And just a little fun fact, this is the 13th attraction photo capture opportunity. A few other attractions with photo capture include Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, and Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin.  And PhotoPass doesn’t stop there. PhotoPass Photographers are literally everywhere in the parks so they can help capture moments at Character Experiences, iconic photo spots, and at dining locations!

With that being said, the perfect way to make sure that these memories stay with you forever is to purchase the Memory Maker. “Make final arrangements to purchase Memory Maker at least three days prior to your vacation at the advance purchase price of $169.” If you purchase your Memory Maker after your vacation, the cost will be $199.

Read more about Disney’s PhotoPass here! 

Also, Disney has announced that in celebration of the launch of their 13th attraction with photo capture at Walt Disney World Resort, they will be offering a few special opportunities around the Haunted Mansion at Magic Kingdom Park on April 13! So, be on the lookout friends!

Are you hurrying back to Walt Disney World for this new PhotoPass opportunity? I know we are! Let us know in the comments below. 

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[swampstew]

It's October! SPOOPY TIME ~ *throws ghost shaped confetti* ~ I am so excited to start this fun event! Reminder that this is a costume contest that YOU can vote in on October 29~ Vote for my mans, he worked really hard🥺

Character: Eustass "The Sexiest Captain" Kid Summary: Kid is going to steal the show away with his costume. He's a known murderer after all, and he's going to slay this contest as this villain everyone loves to hate. Word Count: 1,031

“OI! KILL! Get in here!” Eustass Kid angrily yelled from his room. He stared at his hulking form in the floor length mirror he had stolen from some place or another, eyeing the material laid over his body as he tried to piece together his idea.

The door pushed open as his best friend came through, hauling some pieces of metal behind him. Piling it next to Kid’s desk, Killer finally sized the redhead up, tilting his head as he inspected the idea Kid was toying with.

“When you said you wanted to be Sauron, I kind of assumed you’d go all in with an impressive armor -plated outfit. The helmet is coming out fine and I got the materials for the spikes but…what exactly are you trying to do here?”

Kid rolled his eyes, “It’s a costume CONTEST, Killer. I need to appeal to all of the judges.”

“I see. So you’re going for…skanky horror?”

“More like monstrously fuckable.”

“Well you’re on the right track. I’ll leave you to it.”

With a nod, Kid took the helmet prototype off his head, pulled the metal sheet plates from his body, and stepped out of the floor-length mesh skirt he pinned together.

His plan was to go as his favorite character. The baddest bastard in all of literature – Sauron Thee Lord of the Rings. He already knew the judges had personal tastes and preferences, and if he could hit all of them he knew he’d be the undisputed winner. Alvida liked to gawk, Buggy liked flashy, Mihawk liked weapons, and Crocodile just showed up for the party but had a soft spot for the classics.

The contest was in a few weeks so there was no time to fuck around. With a determined look on his face, Kid gathered his scraps and blueprints, spread his materials on the long work table, and grabbed his hammer to begin flattening the steel.

Strike upon strike echoed in his room as Kid worked. First, he flattened the metal sheets and used his body to shape the plates of his armor around his muscles, making sure to bend the metal to heavily emphasize the contours of his jagged edged form. When all the individual, scandalously modified armor components were formed, he welded the units together to create his costume – it consisted of: an extreme crop top plackart with connecting pieces for the pauldrons, couters, vambraces, spaulders, and rerebraces; tassets and extremely short cuisses that stopped mid-thigh for his groin; greaves for his legs; the helmet and bevor; the mace; and jagged additions to his sword.

Next was making the imposing spiky pieces that decorated the helmet, shoulder plates, thigh plates and shoes. Kid took thicker pieces of metal and manipulated their shapes to his design: long, wicked looking slats that could slice you up if you didn’t watch out. He also made spindly spikes in varying sizes, making much more than he would probably end up needing. Kid then soldered each addition to the base of the armor; the smell of iron, tin, and fire leaving a heavy odor in the air that lingered even with all the windows open.

The weeks passed as he worked on his project a little every day, determined to meet his deadline and take home the prize. Kid poured his sweat and blood into shaping, sanding, buffing, smoothing, shining, painting, and sealing each individual piece of his costume. The only time he asked for help was when he needed Heat to sew fabrics together. Kid might be able to bend metal to his will but not even he could thread something as small as string to needle with his thick, clunky fingers.

At long last the day of the costume contest arrived. The crew was pre-gaming and helping each other dress for the party. Kid didn’t want anyone to see him until he was fully dressed, locking himself in his room to shower and get ready.

With freshly dried hair that he didn’t bother to style, Kid placed his trusty welding goggles on his bed as he looked at his outfit. With a confident grin, the redhead dropped his towel to the floor.

Slipping on the first layer, Kid pulled tight black shorts over his underwear, the ends of the cotton spandex shorts had been sewn together with the mesh fabric to create leggings that he could tuck into his amor-plated sabatons. He pulled on a long-sleeved, extreme crop top made of the same cotton spandex and mesh, which did nothing to hide his nipples. Eyeing the way the mesh made his muscles look, Kid started the next layer.

Pulling up the tassets that were reminiscent of his belted war kilt, the cuisses sat comfortably over his thighs and looked menacing with the slats and spikes, as did his greaves. Over his torso he put on the customized plackart – it ran down to his forearms right over the mesh, covered his collarbones but stopped short just above his pecs. Stepping into the metal plated boots, Kid’s outfit was nearly complete.

With a quick hand, Kid swiped on burgundy lipstick and heavy, smoky black eyeshadow. From the closet he pulled out the new fur cloak he had Killer dye from maroon to black, snapping the clasp in place to hang from the backs of the pauldrons, between where the jagged spikes were soldered into the steel. Brushing his hair back he slid the helmet over his face, the generous gaps in the visor were just enough to show a passing glance of his makeup. Taking a step back, he pulled out a bottle of posing oil to make his exposed muscles gleam, rubbing it deeply into his skin.

For the final touch, Kid picked up 10 pointed claw rings he made with the extra metal he had, sliding each over his fingers where they sat snugly. Grabbing his sword and mace, he walked back to the mirror and gave himself a final verdict.

Frightening. Deadly. Slutty. Scary.

Perfect✨

With a grin and some badass poses, he took a few selfies with the cam-snail before he left the room. Roaring out to his crew, “Alright let’s crash this party Kid Pirates style!”

[swampstew]

AND THE WINNER OF

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO IS...

. . . . .

BUGGY THE GENIUS JESTER as RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER!

Read the story again here! by our talented @quinloki \o/

Special shout out to our beloved @yamiyamiart for this amazing visual treat for fandom!!!!

Thank you to everyone who contributed to this fun event and thank you to the voters! You can check out every costume contest entry here for anyone looking for some treats :)

Happy Halloween and have fun y'all

[quinloki]

𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my second costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Buggy the Clown Warnings: None Notes: This is Buggy's event?!? What's he doing trying to JOIN it??

Word count: 689

“Are you sure?” Buggy asks, disappearing into the costume you’re holding open for him. It’s one of those horse style costumes meant for two people. Not that this one looks like a horse.

“I’m positive.” You insist. “You wanted to enter the contest, you thief, and so you have to do it undercover.”

“There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t participate.” He insists, moving around inside the costume with your help.

“Rules you wrote.” You point out. “No, not that way, put your left foot there, left hand here.”

“Why would I-?”

“Because you lift left and left and then right and right and it’ll look more natural for the costume.” You explain. “You’re holding up more parts by yourself than you’re used to with this, so don’t make it harder.”

“Hmph.” He grumbles, but does as you say. “What is this a costume of again? You said it was flashy.”

“It’s a mythological creature from one of the best stories of the winter season.” You answer, dodging the actual name of character on purpose.

“This is an Autumn event!” He nearly screeches.

“Ah stuff it, it’s an autumn event, but this is a flashy costume, and it suits you perfectly.” You insist, affixing a little reindeer tail to the backside of the costume. “Besides, you sprung this on me a little last minute, buster, you’re lucky I could pull anything together in the first place.”

You grumble the words from behind a row of pins in your mouth. Buggy looks over at you as you’re affixing the last few details into place. He smiles, even though you miss it, forever grateful that you put up with him so much. Putting the head piece on he settles into the costume a little better, but after a few minutes realizes there’s a small issues.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah, Bugs?” You say to let him know you heard him.

“It’s really stuffy in here.”

“… Hard to breathe?”

“A bit.” He says. You smile, he’s trying to not make your job harder, and you appreciate that, but you’d not only hoped for this outcome, you’d bet on it.

“Lemme pop the nose off the head piece and you can put yours in its place.” You say, moving around to the front of the costume, taking the head piece as he hands it over. A seam ripper and a tug removes the little plastic black nose, and lets you quick stitch the fabric down before handing it back. “There.”

“… It’s not going to ruin the costume?” He questions. You look up at him and see he’s legitimately concerned. Poor guy, always so self-conscious of his nose.

“Not at all, Bugs. Gonna make it more accurate, honestly.” You say reassuringly. “This mythological creature very naturally, just like you, had a red nose.” You’d long since learned a way to mention his nose and its attributes without throwing him into a frenzy. Your voice took on a specific, almost professor-style tone, and it seemed to flip a switch in Buggy’s brain that assured him you were just stating a fact, and not picking on him.

“He’d been unfairly teased for his nose too, but managed to win over those around him and save the winter festival of the time.” You finish your explanation and give Buggy a smile. “Kind of like you and how you’ve won over your crew so much.”

Buggy’s eyes start to water, and you put your hands up. “Don’t cry! I don’t have time to clean tear stains out of the fur! You’ve got to be out on stage in twenty minutes at the most, keep it together for me, okay?”

Buggy sniffles hard, looking up for a moment and taking some deep breaths as he nods a little. You give him a couple minutes and he gives you a small “thanks” as you go back to working on the costume. You don’t have much time, but you’re going to make the best Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer that you can.

And as luck would have it, you didn’t have to go about finding a red nose for the costume.

[swampstew]

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I like to daydream about kissing Eustass Kid enough to write about it with zero shame. Occasionally I step out and write about other One Piece characters but my heart will always belong to the Captain. Have a daydream or spicy bedtime story you want brought to life? Send me an ask or buy me a Kofi but make sure you check out my rules and requests status first.

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Swampstew Bedtime Stories - Masterlist of One Piece canon character X reader stories & event stories

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[writing-yarn-goblin]

In honor of @swampstew ‘s Buggy’s Spooktacular Event, here is what happen to Barto and the reader after the winner was decided:

“And the winner is…RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER!”

When you saw the reindeer take off its mask to show Buggy you were in shock.

But then again- it was up to the party-goers to decide who one so for now- your surprised was then switched to a laugh. Knowing that he won fair and square.

The real dark horse…or deer of the competition.

As promised- you went to the changing tents to change to your back up. Sleek black shirt and joggers with skeleton bones on top and instead of using a mask, you decided to paint a quick skull in your face. Simple, tasteful and comfortable. You had gone to Bartolomeo’s tent to help him, taking off the makeup and costume he was wearing before the change. You painted his face, helped him with his hair and now you were just two skeletons in the party.

Tasteful.

You had gone together to take pictures, booths, take a LOT of pictures of the Strawhats and, as promised, snogged the green haired giant to your heart’s content.

His fangs were pressed against you and carefully made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself.

But you didn’t care.

You were now happily drunk, kissing your significant other as you heard the other monster mashers hoot and holler at you.

In all, it was a good Halloween despite the initial discord with the costumes two weeks ago.

The day after- you were a making coffee at the Ship’s kitchen. In your long sleeved shirt and shit pajama bottoms, with cute little teddy bear slippers.

Domestic bliss.

“G’morning, My honey.”

“Good morning, ‘Meo. We got a whole 365 days to think of next year’s costume.”

You only heard him laugh as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the hickey he left this morning before you left the bed.

“With you? I can’t wait.”

[swampstew]

𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Swampstew Bedtime stories are NSFW and SFW (content warnings on each individual post) posts featuring characters in the One Piece Universe. These is where I keep all the asks I receive, random events I do, and everything in between. This is the masterlist for all stories I write of other characters aside from Eustass Kid though he also has his own section here because duh😌

Raven's Silly Events - event announcements & links to fics

- Kinktober 2022 - hella spicy

- Blind Date Event 2023

- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event

- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Halloween Costume Contest Collaboration

- Kinktober 2023 - hella spicy

- Valentine's Day Event

- 1K follower event - Call me on my shell phone ~ 1-800-GRANDLINE BLING

Stoned Situations - random things I come up with when I smoke😌

- OP Blunt Rotation

- Period HCs - Monster trio + Law and Kid vs. your period

#StonedWitchHours

.Killer and Kid, and how their future arc will be linked to Skypeia.

.Kid & Calgara & Skypeia arc holy trinity.

.Kid hates absent pirate idol Shanks.

.Kid's Ambition.

.Killer's Laugh.

.The Florian Triangle Curse.

Character List - every character I've written for thus far.

Benn Beckman

- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Benn, reader and Shanks

Black Leg Sanji

- Taking care of insecure reader - heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Sanji, reader and Zoro

- Voyeurism/accidental walk in head canons with multiple characters - Spicy af

- Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X F! Reader - Picnic date

Buggy the Star Clown

- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - simple touches

Cavendish

- Blind Date Event ~ Cavendish X F! Reader - Rooftop Bar Date

Crocodile

- Pet Play HC - Spicy, pet play head canon

- Comforting depressed reader - mental health blues

Charlotte Katakuri

- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters

- All good things to those who wait - Spicy size kink

Diez Drake

- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event - Spicy, bulge

Donquixote Doflamingo

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

Dracule Mihawk

-Mihawk Pet Play HC - Spicy pet play head canon

Franky the Cyborg

- Blind Date Event ~ Franky X F! Reader - Street racing and star gazing date

Gol D. Roger

- Oh Captain, My Captain, mini event - spicy, multi kink

Eustass Kid

- Say My Name - Spicy praise kink

- Rock Star God - Spicy auralism kink

- Eustass Kid loves to touch you - suggestive at best, mostly fluff

- 200 Follower Milestone - Spicy voyeurism kink

- Voyeurism/accidental walk in with multiple characters, spicy af

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

- 500 Follower Milestone - Eustass Kid deserves a day off

- Taking care of burnt out reader - head canons, fluff and spicy head canons, Shanks is here too

- Just the Tip - Spicy

- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Spicy types of kisses

- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Domestic intimacy + painting

- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Costume Contest - Sexy Sauron

- Lemon into lemonade - spicy, yandere-type Kid but make it dubious consensual

- Really Really - spicy/suggestive, provoking the virgin loserboy captain

Franky the Cyborg

- Blind Date Event ~ Franky X F! Reader - Street racing and star gazing date

Killer

- Vacation getaway - fluff

- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

- Spoiling Killer - Killer deserves a day off

Kyros

- Blind Date Event ~ Kyros X F! Reader - Dinner and Karaoke date

Marco the Phoenix

- Blind Date Event ~ Marco X M! Reader - Beach bar and bonfire date

- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Marco, reader and Ace

Monkey D. Luffy

- Oh Yandere!

- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - spicy play

Portgas D. Ace

- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Ace, reader and Marco

Red Haired Shanks

- Blind Date Event ~ Shanks X F! Reader - Drive-in movie and disco club date

- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Shanks, reader and Benn

- Taking care of burnt out reader - fluff and spicy head canons, Eustass Kid is here too

- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy. Subtle intimacy + hiding in plain sight

- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - angst, lovers to enemies

Rocks D. Xebec

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

Roronoa Zoro

- BDSM Variety Bag - Spicy, multi kink

- Taking care of insecure reader - Heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Zoro, reader and Sanji

- Voyuerism/walk in kink head canons - spicy, multiple characters

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

- Blind Date Event ~ Zoro X GN Reader - Carnival date

Sabo

- Blind Date Event ~ Sabo X F! Reader - Arcade date

Trafalgar Law

- Secret Recipe - Law makes hot chocolate bombs

- Something Growing - fluff

- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

- Blind Date Event ~ Law X M! Reader - Coffee house date

- Rough Night - Spicy with delayed aftercare

- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Sleep, simple touches

- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy, Hair

Vinsmoke Niji

- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content

Yamato

- Blind date event ~ Yamato X GN Reader - Ramen date