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writingoddess1125 · 1 year

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hello!! ⭐, I saw that your order section was open and yesterday I read your story of buggy with the Roger effect and Jessica Rabit and I loved it, and I would like to know if you could do a one shot or something shorter if you prefer showing how they met and they decided to get married I love your stories and I think that, like your buggy, he is my favorite character. If you don't like this request or you think it's not good to do it, you can just ignore it, it won't be a bad thing 😸 thank you and have a good day!! 💗✨ (pd. English is not my first language so sorry if something is not written well😔)

Deal! I love this little idea

Buggy x FemReader

Small angst + Fluff

Heart on my Sleeve

Prequel Of Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect

Wanna Buy me a Ko-Fi ☕️

• Your village was one of the poorest villages in the East Blue, the taxes from the World Goverment crippling your home to be a starving wasteland.

• Mainly to the wealthy Governor who lived above your town.

• You owned a fabric shop but the fabrics you owned were old and starting to rot from the lack of buissness. The moths having more use put of your fabrics then you did-

• The newest pirate on the scene Buggy the Clown shows up to your village ready to pillage it, in his early 20s with a fresh faced crew. However they did not expect the village to look worse then before they arrived.

• "I thought you said this place had money?" Buggy asked as he looked at the place. Lowering his blades as it looked like this place- it was in shambles. Like it had been pillaged to time then a pirate

• You had walked out of your shop, seeing if maybe the baker had just enough flour so you could feed yourself. Turning to see the group of pirates that seemed better off then you and your people.

• Buggy stared hard at you and matched forward, seeing that you were quite pretty in his eyes as he stood before you.

• "You! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this place! We heard it was rich here!" He said angrily, clearly upset at not getting to a small village that at least had a few Berries.

• You looked up at the pirate, noting the far too big of clothes for his frame and his painted face- Not liking he was putting such an unflattering green around his watercolor eyes. His face twisting up in anger as he caught you staring at his face.

• "What are you staring at!? You looking at my nose!" He yelled angrily, his fingers going to the inner part of your coat where you assumed some weapon would be.

• "No your shirts too big for your frame and that shade of green doesn't compliment your eyes well" You said truthfully, At this point a knife or bullet being a kinder death then starving anyway-

•"U-Uh- What?" He said confused, Unsure how to answer. You reaching forward and putting your arms around his frame to pull back the shirt. Taking a pin from your pocket and pinning the shirt back so it fit properly.

• "See- Your shirt is too big. It looks better fitted like that" You pointed out, His faze looking down at the pinned back shirt. His face red at how close you got to him, or that you'd touched him at all.

• "As for money we have non. The governor has the taxes so hide no one here can even feed themselves" You said truthfully, The young clown blinking at you in surprise.

• "Er- Y-Youre making fun of me somehow right? Like my Nose" He tried to yell again grabbing the front of your dirty shirt- clearly not used to someone trying to give him kind useful advice without some sort of motive.

• "I would never make fun of your nose, it looks fine to me anyways" You snap back and slap his hand away calmly. He blinked at you surprised and released your hand- His eyes going up the hill of the village and seeing the grand governors house hidden in some trees.

• He huffed and shoved you hard, you falling into the mud as him and his crew marched past up to the Governors home.

• However what did surprise you was the next Morning the Captian and his Crew stood in the village square and announced he now owned the village. Saying he was Buggy the Clown- and that he was now in charge.

• Before starting to hand out some stolen treasure??? Giving some supplies he had 'liberated' from the Governors house.

• You also noticed how his eyes lingered on you as he did this.

• It had been a few months like this, he would stop by randomly pay for the village. He wasn't taking taxes but instead paying things- it was improving greatly, the cracks of the pavements on the streets getting repaired, new paint on the building and new businesses flourishing-

• But you noticed how he would pay extra attention to your shop- Getting all his things from you. How you got extra rolls of fabric delivered to your door or how he would pay for all these extra accessories to his costumes.

• "You seamstress I want another coat!" He yelled as he invaded your shop.

• Buggy was there again, asking for another ridiculous costume. You couldn't help but notice how often he was coming by- claiming he wanted new costumes by you and wanting to be measured everytime he came in.

• How he would blush when you measured around his chest. "You know, I noticed you always come through here and stop specifically at my shop for new outfits when you wear the same coat" You tease, watching him blush at you pointing this out.

• "So what!" He yelled out, his face as red as a cherry. You look at him and raise a brow at him, Not even having to say a word as Buggy deflated.

• "...I uh wanted to take you on a date" He grumbled, finally admitting what his plans were. You smiled at this, Setting the tape aside.

• "Now please do tell me, Why should I accept your offer for someone who not only yelled in my face but pushed me in mud-" You point out, even though you knew he most likely made up for it by him saving your village.

• "..I am sorry about that.." He forced out, you could tell he wasn't used to apologizing and was trying his hardest.

• "I forgive you, But that doesn't mean I'll forget" You say calmly. Smiling softly as you saw him looking ready to flip put at the rejection but you held a hand to him-

�� "I know- So why don't we make a deal. Since I can tell you're really sorry why don't we agree to dinner and go from there? Its not a date per say but its a start" You said with a smile, his eyes lit up at hearing this at the prospect of getting to win you over.

• "Really!?" He says excitedly, Jumping up and down like a school boy as he blushed and giggled into his gloved hands like a kid. You couldn't help but find it adorable-

• For the next year Buggy would send gifts, love letters, help rebuild the village. Do everything to get in your good graces and ask for a official date every time he visited.

• Buggy would essentially own the Village at the point, 30% of his money went to the village to get it on its feet and keep it a small strip of paradise the very limited taxes he implimented later affer the village was florishing acted as a small form of secondary income. Mainly making sure people knew the place was protected by him as his reputation grew through time.

• Him even showing his unique Devil fruit abilties- Which you often abused for him to float up and grab the more expensive rolls of fabric or hang up finished cloths.

• The village also being a popular tourist destination for the friendly locals and nice scenery. So for Buggy it was worth the investment since originally put in.

• After that 'probation' year you would finally agree to officially date him and he was over the damn moon.

• While he would be secretive about you, his love language was strong. He is both physically and verbally affectionate- While he still throws his fits you know how to handle him well. Loving him both for his strengths and flaws.

• It would be 1 years of dating before Buggy would start planning how to pop the question.

- You were closing up shop for the day, humming along to a made up tune when you heard the back door of your shop being unlocked. You didn't have to look to know who it was, only one other person had the key to it.

"Hey Buggy Boo" You call out, smiling as you heard Buggy grumble and peel off his boots to leave them by the front door.

"That is still such a bad nickname" He grumbled before walking behind you and kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. He smelled like the sea, clearly having just gotten off his shop to visit you. He had been taking more time out to see, wanting to get his bounty higher. Currently proud of his 5,000,000 berry bounty which for a early 20s pirate was fairly good he claimed.

"Ah you love it" You giggle which earned a adorable chuckle from the man.

"You know (Y/N)- I uh really like you and Want to spend my.."

"So I wanted us to have dinner tonight- I know you like that place down the street and want us to go there" He said, his voice very soft- Much softer then normal.

Smiling you turn around and kiss him on the lips.

"I'd love to" You say cheerfully, earning a crooked smile from him as he held you close.

As promised, that night Buggy took you to your favorite restaurant. Having gotten a private table in the back, you two spending hours just talking and sharing a meal together.

Buggy even pulling out a box of your favorite candies he had gotten out from his last adventure.

After dinner he lead you away to the more scenic parts of your Village a small meadow pass that had the most beautiful blue and white flowers, under the moonlight it looked so magical. You saw Buggy reach in his pockets and turn to face you, nervousness painted on his face as he shuffled his feet. Clearly prepared to get on one knee-

"You stole my Thunder!!" He cried in faux anger, you laughing hard as he ranted about how you knew so quickly, happy tears running down your cheeks as you smiled and his face turned deep red.

"Yes I will!" You said with a wide smile, your excitement getting the best of you as you slapped your hands over your own mouth. His jaw dropping in shock.

"I've been planning this for 4 months!!" He whined, face so red his nose was glowing as he stared at you.

"Im so sorry Baby, You just- You talk in your sleep my Love." You reveal with a smile, His face twisting up as he realized you'd known the whole time and let him try to have his moment anyway. You had just got too excited and answering too quickly-

As this sunk in he smiled widely and started to laugh, he couldn't help it! You were just too perfect for him! Despite everything you still let him have the spotlight. He kissed your lips eagerly and held you close, rocking the two of you side to side in pure joy.

"I.. I love you (Y/N)..So much- I cant wait for you to be my wife.." He said as he pressed his face into your neck- You could feel the warmth of tears hitting your skin exposed. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you hug him close and cried against him in joy.

Pulling the both of you to the ground with a loud laugh as you two laid in the flowers- Laughs leaving you both as tears stilled from both of your eyes.

"I love you too Buggy Boo"

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luveline · 6 months

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please can i request a night in with prince!steve ? something like them missing a ball due to a storm but they’re secretly very happy for the time away!! thank u <333

ty for requesting <3 prince!steve soulmate au

The palace silks are softer than anything you’ve ever touched, like the very inside of a baby’s palm, or the fluff of a fledgling bird. You savour the feeling of it on your naked legs, heat from the fireplace warring with the chill emanating from the windows.

“Will it be a hurricane?” you ask.

Steve sits on the floor beside the bed closest to the fire. He has one of his books. To your surprise, your new husband is a big reader, so long as the novel is trashy adventure or not so tasteful romance fiction. He reads more than he bothers with the holos, but that’s only because the storm is messing with the city’s thermoelectrics. Heir to a kingdom and obsessed with tales of pirates and bandits.

“Steve?”

He looks up from his book apologetically. “Yes.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah, I heard you. I think it’ll be worse than a hurricane toward the coast, but we won’t see that here.”

“So we’ll be fine?”

“Yeah, and we won’t have to go anywhere for weeks.”

Just this morning a ball you and Steve were meant to attend as part of your wedding tour was cancelled. You’ve been allowed the time you’d have spent there as your own, and you’re thrilled to find that Steve wants to share it with you. He seems to really like you (which you’d hope for, considering your soulbond), raising his head in question with his hand creeping across silk to touch your knee.

You lean down carefully and kiss him.

To tell yourself that a few months ago you hadn’t known him, hadn’t thought for a moment your soulmate would be him, and hadn’t ever pictured yourself in the selenite palace kissing him like this.

“Do you wanna get married?” he murmurs.

“Steve…”

He smiles, takes your face into his hand, and gives you a long lovely kiss. Pressure of his lips to yours, his thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek with unquestionable adoring, Steve grins into your kissing and fights his way up, and up, kneeling and then standing, taking the lead. He kisses you until your lips are thrumming and you’re breathless, kissing down to your jaw and just under your ear. That kiss is sweetest. His hands smooth down your arms and hold you still. “Oh,” he says, his smugness palpable, “right. We already did that.”

“You’re tickling me,” you mumble.

“It’s on purpose, yeah.”

Steve wraps his arms behind your head and promptly drops down on top of you. You laugh like a hyena, you’ve been careful since you met him to be you’re most attractive self, but you’re starting to wonder if it matter, considering you’re in pyjamas too big for you and you’d gotten bored taking your hair out of pins, and yet he still wants to sandwich you to the bed and kiss your neck with nipping lips.

“Let’s never leave our room again,” he says.

“This isn’t a very princely way to touch me,” you say back.

“And this isn’t a very princess appropriate position you’re in–”

“You’ve put me in–”

“Are you warm enough?” he asks, his face pressed to the curve of your neck, and his hands on your tummy. “You feel cold.”

You pull him from the soft of you and encourage his face back to look at one another clearly. His face flickers a sweet pink from the light of your soul mark, that ever hovering reminder that you and he were destined to be together, and to be in love.

His own flickers a soft orange.

“Warm me up,” you suggest, half-joking, lest he not want to do that and you’ve embarrassed yourself.

Steve glares at you playfully. “Of course I will. Let’s go sit by the fire.”

“Noooo.”

He wedges himself against you, your left leg and his right hanging off of the bed, the sheets slippery on your back. “This is perfect,” he murmurs, stroking your face as he gets comfortable atop you. “So happy. Let’s get married twice, please.”

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fanaticsnail · 2 months

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Hey! Hope you’re doing well this fine day~ I had a cute idea if u just wanna hear me rant about it.

So imagine teaching Killer a new pasta recipe whether that is a new sauce or new way to cook it and making it for him and watching him literally LIGHT UP with pure glee over how good it is. I say this as I’ve made my grandma’s spaghetti sauce which is STRAIGHT UP ADDICTING every time I make it and gobble it all up. Like the reader can be like a straw hat or kid pirate who is like hey I have this really yummy pasta recipe if you wanna try and afterwards she keeps on exchanging recipes with Killer and lowkey he in love with her mwahahaha (cause as they say in Princess and the Frog “the quickest way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach”). And she cooks it for him since he is always cooking 🥹🥹🥹

Also! I do have to add how much IM OBSESSED with the recent Hey Doc Drabble. Idk if you saw my tags but man I was GOING THROUGH IT. All the sweet nicknames and just the pure desperation for doc to be okay like 😭😭😭 and POOR HEAT AND BUBBLEGUM LIKE AWWWW I need a part 2 to that or SOMETHING just to see an aftermath if you will. Wire calling them “honey” had me WEAK.

Alright imma head out now, have a marvelous day/night 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

How did I miss this 😭. Thank you for your beautiful compliments on the 'Hey Doc' series. It's been an absolute joy to write. Reading through tags and reblogs are my favourite: especially when it's as enthusiastic as yours has been. You're so much fun, and I very much appreciate the time you take to read and go through my silly things. I can't write a full fic, but I hope this little drabble satiates the need of cooking with Killer 🖤.

Pasta

Masterlist Here

Word Count: mini-fic, just a little one.

Themes: Killer x reader, fluff, cooking, food, Killer is in awe, you are cooking, and I am hungry.

The one thing he hasn't managed to perfect is a pure, unadulterated Marinara. Anything to do with crushed tomato he finds too acidic, and over compensates with far too much salt to cut the tannins. He's tried everything: more onion, less herbs, malted brown sugar, refining his own salt by storing sea water on the oven, everything. He just can't seem to get it right.

Killer and pasta: his one weakness.

He would never admit it, but he has been attempting to perfect each recipe he comes upon. Pesto is all made from scratch: crushed fresh basil, the purest of virgin olive oils, a parmesan wheel with crispy salt crystals, oven toasted pine nuts, cloves of bulbed garlic, everything perfected by his skill in his kitchen. His pesto pasta is better than Sanji's, and the curly-browed chef is both impressed and intimidated by it.

Watching from a safe distance as you bounce gleefully within the dominion of the kitchen, he hunches his back and places his whiskered chin over his laced fingertips. He was unsure as to why you offered to cook for the crew, but your enthusiasm had him step aside to watch you work. It was the initial confession of homesickness that did it for him. Knowing food can aid in emotional regulation and comfort, he was more than happy to watch from his position sitting at the kitchen island.

And then the smell hit him.

The sweetness of roasting tomatoes, onion, garlic, and the herbal aromatics of thyme, rosemary and sage. The soft waft had his heart swell and beat in his chest and eyes twinkle in curiousity. Stirring the rotund vegetables in the pot and expertly crushing them with the blunt tip of the wooden spoon had him sit up attentively in his seat, watching you as you attend to the sauce from muscle memory alone.

He was in awe, perplexed, and intrigued.

Each time you would move on to another element of the dish, Killer would move a little closer. Each time your back was turned, he would perch himself just a little more towards the simmering pot. When you moved to the pantry to decide which shape of pasta to begin to boil, you could barely make out the shape of Killer's mask being partially elevated over his lips and nose by one large hand. Using a fresh spoon, he dips it into the sauce and puckers his purple-tinted lips and extends a breath of cool air to stifle the heat.

As soon as the first drops meet his tongue, he can't help the soft moan that escapes him at the flavor. Upon your return with a bag of penne in hand, you are immediately hoisted into the air with Killer's hands beneath your arms. Gently spinning you before placing you on the ground, he claps his arms over your shoulders and leans down closer. The purple hue of his lips is stretched up in a smile, his joy at your sauce immediately having him taken aback and fullfilled in the knowledge that he now has the answer he desperately seeks.

"Teach me. Please."

And who were you to deny him? It was a family recipe, and this crew aboard the Victoria Punk was your new family. Gently raising one of your hands to cup over his on your shoulder, you crinkle your nose at him and nod with a smile to match his own.

"Yes, chef."

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luna-loveboop · 24 days

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I started playing Wind Waker! Y'all want some thoughts?

-Why is the first thing I learned how to do with Link crawling on the ground like a sneaky sneak?

-Why is the SECOND thing I figured out how to do Link sidling along a wall like a sneaky sneak?

This kid is a sneaky sneak sneak!!!!

-Why is Link instantly jumping on people's tables? Get down please sir

-Wind and his family are so sweet I love them so much- and Aryll got kidnapped noooo TT

-Tetra has shot Link from a catapult

**I'm just gonna keep editing this post and adding random thoughts as I go does that sound cool? I wanna do that @hero-of-the-wolf

-Tetra's winking at Link has my heart forever she's so cute I swear

-love the glowy blue talking rock btw yesss stalker pirate girl

-Link why do you yell so loud every time you jump this is a sneak mission I thought you'd be good at this

-the game grumps on YouTube saved my life tho bc im a coward and get way too nervous in places like the forsaken fortress and watching someone else swear through the area before I do it helps ok

-Wind is such a gremlin but he's actually so polite? Like he instantly bowed to the sword trainer and then to the guy on windfall island after paying for breaking his pots- before running out of the house at breakneck speed. He's such a sweet and polite boy you can tell he's grandmas kid- yet he's such a menace what a wild yet polite lad ridndkkfkdg

-the people of windfall island are way too judgy stop being condescending to Link he's my baby. 'The Tipsters' girls have my heart tho because they.. they... well they give you tips. Tip you off you could say

-I think the King of Red Lions just legally adopted Link

Ok so small rant section but this game is so tragic. Like the art style is so goofy and fun but it hits you so hard that these are KIDS. Link is freaking twelve and his sister was kidnapped on his birthday, leaving him to follow in hot clothes because of higher defence I'm guessing (new hero clothes are more suitable for an adventure than casual loose ones but still!). But he's literally like half the height of DOORKNOBS- he has to stand on his tiptoes anytime to open doors. He is so very small.

My mom was like 'I love this animation style - does it help with your nerves that it's lighter?' And I was like 'honestly it makes me feel more deeply the tragedy of what should be a happy childhood being torn apart' but she's used to me saying weird shit like that so it's fine

-I think we as a fandom are severely underestimating how much of a gremlin Wind waker link can be and that's saying a LOT

-I got the Wind Waker!

-WHY IS IT SO HARD TO CONTROL DONT YOU LECTURE ME ON RHYTHM IM LITERALLY A MUSICIAN WHAT THE HECK

-K learned the Wind Waker

-Ok I like got to dragon roost island on the first day and FINALLY got an empty bottle my beautiful baby where were you??

-I cleaned- like actually fully dusted and cleaned- my wii u for the first time after it was inactive for years and holy mother of improved game pad controls

-is it wierd that I'm more excited about the empty bottle than the wind waker?

. . . .

-ya know in hindsight gabon looked pretty shady. I mean he was standing in the shade but what kind of asshole stands there and tells a giant bird to throw a child in the ocean

-I think ganodonk is dumb I can't wait to get the sword and bitch slap him

-'we cANt set SaiL aGain Until you geT a GLowY thiNgy' well mr boat man sir have you considered that I realised there was most definitely a heart piece or two I forgot on windfall island and I'm doing another dungeon with three hearts? At least I got a bottle ig

-why am I trading with rats for potions this doesn't seem hygienic. I know rats are in fact very clean animals but this dungeons isn't and why do the rats want rupees anyways?

-WAIT WHY CAN LINK TALK TO RATS

-so there's this like steamy glowy pot that teleports me to the start/end of the dungeon? I'm questioning all existence in this world why is that a thing. Honestly think Twilight princess's bald teleportation chicken made more sense but whatever

. . . .

-I saved the dragon! By riding on his tail? What a boss fight that was fun. Got a shiny thingy Yayy

-So the wind waker! I learned to change the direction of the wind which is so cool and also to change whether it's night or day. Which is wayyy too much power for this kid how come no one told me he could change night and day?

-That said I love how musical Link is. Like when he looks so happy waving the baton playing to the wind it's just really cool

- Why is the God of Wind a like. Toad surfer dude. Whatever, I like him.

-So apperently there's these little dudes called fish-men who are talking fish who fill out your sea chart- I am still questioning why link can talk to animals but that's fine

-I missed out on pawprint isle before apparently, so I'm gonna do that before whatever the red lion king tells me next

-Also I love Beedle in this game so far he hasn't threatened me like the other beedles in games I've played

. . . .

-I GOT MY SECOND EMPTY BOTTLE

-Sailing through the ocean is really fun

-I went back to windfall and got a 'swift sail' that lets me go faster but I still like the blue one better

-I reached the great deku tree! He had monsters for pimples and I couldn't figure out how to get them off 'what are you doing?!?! go help him!!' IM TRYING ADOPTIVE BOAT FATHER. Turns out I needed to roll into him and not use the grappling hook which makes sense but still

-He. Grew me a leaf. A magic blowy leaf. Which is great it's an awesome gift and means a lot but the Deku tree grunted and grew a leaf for me and that's kinda wierd right?

-Reaching said leaf was a PAIN and I am very impressed with Wind Waker Link.

Hang on rant session. Bro's tiny little grandmas boy but flipping through the air to reach an unspeakably high up leaf is chill. He flipped through leafy child cannons a billion times to reach the Deku leaf and didn't get dizzy or give up even after falling. And that's saying nothing of how he picked up a sword for the first time and swings his way through EVERYTHING thrown at him. Gosh he's so cool I love this Link

-I HAVE MAGIC NOW!!!!! With like a little meter and stuff tidkkfdjfnkdjfkd I'm very excited that I have magic

-Reaching this high shelf with my path forward was a pain but I have to save and quit rn so if it puts me back at the start of this room I will be. Upset.

-It put me back at the start of the room.

-I ordered a game guide! I'm gonna try and play through with it- this'll be my first time using one. But I haven't updated for a few days bc I'm waiting on it :)

This whole post is a bunch of random thoughts jumping around which my adhd self appreciates- that said I really love that we can grab an enemies weapon and use it against them. Increases my respect for ww Link even more- when he had no weapon in the forsaken fortress he grabs a literal wooden stick from an enemy and kills it with. A big twig. Kid's brutal and does what it takes which is so crazy. Also using an enemies sword is great hehe shiny

. . . .

-Got game guide. Yayyyy

-The forbidden woods are scary but they remind me a lot of the forest temple in twilight princess. A lot. The mechanics are also very similar. I love Zelda games

-Maybe it's because the only time I've had free to play rn has been at night, but I find myself constantly thinking this game is creepy. It's so unsettling for a cartoon style- the boko babas freaking eat link! And chew on him like no!! Fisnfjskfkfk *shudder* aaaanyways I am NOT looking forward to redeads in this game but that's a later problem right?

-I figured out how to get the treasure chests from the sea!! And got a piece of heart :DDD

-Ok game guides are really helpful

-Apparently the 'warp pots' are a consistent thing- I guess that's just how Link teleports in dungeons in this game. The second pot is generally hidden a bit but then you can teleport to the beginning of the dungeon and back- then the third pot is near the end... I think. This is only my second dungeon in this game with the pots but it's going great! I'm learning a lot hehe

-I love the grappling hook so much. I can farm spoils/materials from monsters with it before I kill them and I love that. Also it makes me feel cool swinging it.

-WDYM I CAN GET FREE BLUE POTIONS FROM A KOROK USING EASILY ATTAINABLE (with the grappling hook) MATERIALS FROM BOKO BABAS THIS IS JOY THIS IS LOVE IT GIVES ME HEALTH A N D MAGIC FJDKFJFK

-Also the title screen theme and animation play around outset is very satisfying. Watched it replay three times tonight before starting the game. Time well spent.

-I appreciate the items so much. The Deku Leaf is great like I can F L Y with magic and also blow wind at enemies and make them look silly <3

-The look of Link's spoils bag has grown on me and I love it. Purple.

. . . .

-I got the boomerang!!! Oh my gosh it's so cool I love it.

-I've been trying out the switch mechanic for targeting rather than hold. It's going interestingly bc I've only ever held for targeting before. But I think I like it

-The evil flower ate Makar- the Korok I'm TRYING to save GIVE HIM BACK

-That was the prettiest boss fight ever. I couldn't even be intimidated, I don't think I've ever been more relaxed during a boss fight lol. They should make all of them purple and blue sparkly- it was legitimately beautiful.

-I finished the forbidden forest dungeon!! :DD yayyy

-Link's hopping up and down in celebration after the boss fight was so cute he's so happy!!

-Have I mentioned I'm excited about the boomerang

-Makar is so cute?!?! I love him with his little violin and- the Koroks oh my heart that was the cutest ceremony ever

. . . .

-Ok so I went around the great sea, for now avoiding the big octos I am uhh terrified interested to meet, went to a place that got 'corrupted by gannorks power' so now I'm following the pirates back to windfall island

-The pirates are stealing bombs and I think this is illegal.

-My girl Tetra's here!! :D also doing illegal stuff! And Link is just watching them rob the bomb shop lol these cutscenes are the best sometimes also I love the pirate banter

-Tetras little smile and wink when she saw Link was so cute I love her. Also the little hints that she was concerned about his island and not just treasure?? Sweet

-I stole the bombs that the pirates stole from the pirates. And getting there was a PAIN with swinging on the ropes the tiny pirate (Niko) made Link do

-TETRA is a STALKER she was watching Link through the glowy rock thingy- probably cause he was just sneaking around watching her rob a shop but still that thing scares me sometimes when her voice just comes screaming out of it

-Btw why do the pirates want the god pearl thingy anyways? Just cause it's really shiny orrr

-ok we're headed to outset! I'm so excited to get back to Link's home hehe. Also I think Tetra just dared Link to a race bc she was like 'we'll get there first we still have bombs' so yeah anyways she's spending the night here tho so I'm sure it'll be fine.

-I don't like the great sea as much when it's raining and thunderstorming all over :/ I hope it doesn't stay like this? Because that would suck

-I got sucked into a cyclone and was panicking cause it threw me across the great sea BUT then it threw me onto outset!! :D so that was uhh. Handy I guess.

-Ohhh ok so like. time is frozen from ganad's current curse, which means it's gonna stay night for right now, so tetra won't be coming in time to get the treasure from the god dude first. Nice.

-The Lion King just kindly told Link to visit his family and chill for a second and check on his island?? Sobbing yes thank you sir

-Grandma's sick oh no this is the saddest thing I've ever seen ima cry. I healed her with a fairy but she was so sad link and aryll were gone im- and then grandma blamed herself for not being there for them like no it's literally cold and rainy all the time it's frozen right now you have every right to get sick- and then she made Link soup and she'll remake it for him which is great and I LOVE LINKS GRANDMA SO MUCH it was so sad she was sick I'm glad I could heal her :))

-Link smiled and nodded so enthusiastically when Grandma told him to stay out of trouble/stay safe like Link you are a liar I just watched you steal from pirates

-I sparred with Orca and I like him. It's cool how he trains Link on his home Island with like formal training because Link definitely needs it with what he's facing

-Controlled a seagull for the first time. That was fun they can fly for such a long time like. Forever?? Idk I eventually stopped

. . . .

-Ok so I talked wait no. The king of red lions talked with this guy who's a god named Jabun (I think that's how it's spelled I'll check) and he gave us a THIRD glowy thingy. I'll give more thoughts on that conversation later I gotta look up the translation. The sea is back to being sunny :))

-I spent a bit just sailing around. I need to place the shiny pearl thingies from the gods in special places marked on the map to 'reveal the place where my courage will be tested' or whatever

-I have found several great fairies and gotten my rupees and wallets upgraded twice. I like the fairies in this game.

-I FOUGHT A BIG OCTO I'M SO PROUD

-it was scary.

-But my magic meter has been doubled!!! :D *slaps wind waker link* this bad boy can fit so much magic and blessings inside of him

-I've placed two of the fancy shiny orbs. Its wierd... I put them in old looking statues and they glow. That's fine I guess.

-the fishmen are my best friends. Kind of. Every square on the map I go to one is there and they'll give me lil hints and tips while they fill out my map. Nice guys.

-beedle sent me a beedle chart! :D which. Is a map of where his shop appears so handy!

-there's these maps called 'treasure charts' everywhere that mark places in the sea with rings of glowing light that I can bring up treasure from. Generally a purple rupee but a lot of times other things :)

-there's this one square with beedles shop ship that has an empty bottle and heart piece and treasure chart for sale 00 I got the empty bottle immediately ofc (now I have three!!) and saved up the money and got the rest :) it was all like. Five to nine hundred rupees each yeesh

-Link sure does rely on maps and charts a lot in this game

#wind waker post #personal #loz #zelda #wind waker #this'll be fun :D #an archival effort I guess #:))

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wickjump · 5 months

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thought i’d repost my own au sans here, so here we go:

this is milkbone! forgot to mention his age in his ref, but he’s 32 and his birthday is august 26th. he’s part of an au i’m still working on called Undertrap, more info coming soon (when i figure it all out)

here’s some other info about him if you like:

he likes plain 2% milk, which is his equivalent of ketchup, and enjoys aus centered around cowboys or pirates, such as oceantale. he also likes fluffytale and ccino, not only because of the cats, but because ccino is the nicest employer of his, normally just paying him to help around the cafe. it’s the easiest and most relaxing job he’s done, and definitely favorable compared to some of the jobs he’s had to do in the past. he also likes stealing things. 99% of the things he owns have been stolen.

on the other hand, what he doesn’t like is dust. he doesn’t like nightmare and his group in general (they pay him to do violent work he’s not a fan of, but whatever puts food on the table), but he‘s especially uncomfortable around dust. maybe it’s because he’s so monotone, maybe it’s because his face is always shrouded in darkness. who knows? he isn’t a fan of smoking either (mostly due to the smell), or the idea of being trapped. he also specifically doesn’t like animal by miike snow (it’s one of my favorite songs 💔)

my boundaries with him are… checks list… uhhh nothing. no rules except for pretty please dont include him in proship content. otherwise do whatever u like. i’d also prefer it if you didn’t write/draw him as an abusive character (victim is fine) or addict but i can’t stop you so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if u wanna ask me about him i’ll be so so happy i want to talk about this stupid asshole

look through the #milkbone asks tag to find other info on him :3!!!

#milkbone sans #undertale au #utmv #sans oc #original character #undertale #sans #dust sans #ccino sans #they’re here i guess #art #yayayyay #undertrap

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lostfirefly · 2 months

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Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you!

This fic was written back in June and finalized yesterday) But I couldn't leave Buggy without a gift) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Happy birthday to our future king of the pirates! Catherine throws him a party.

Warnings: SFW + NSFW (my first attempt to describe oral part), MDNI. Let's pray for Catherine)

Words: 6435 (sorry)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck , @buggy-samaaa , @thoraeth

The title is taken from "Happy Birthday" by Kygo feat John Legend.

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/sound of a party whistle/

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“What’s this?” Buggy barely mumbled into the pillow.

/sound of a party whistle/

“Shit! My ears!” Buggy covered his ears with his hands.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!”

“Cotton candy, I’m sleeping!!” Buggy waved Catherine away.

“Get up! Get up! Get up!!” She happily nudged him in the shoulder.

“What the fuck, woman?! It's 9 in the morning!” Buggy rolled over onto his back and barely opened his eyes. He saw Catherine sitting on her knees on the bed, wearing a plush party birthday cake hat. “And again. What the fuck?”

Catherine blew a party whistle again. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUGGY BEAR!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Love you, my old.” Smack. “Grumpy.” Smack. “Beloved.” Smack. “Clown.” Smack. Smack.

“Little shit! I’m not old! And not grumpy!!”

“Yes, you are!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Wait here!” She ran out of the bedroom.

“Fu-u-ck!! I’m sleeping, woman!!!”

“I made you a birthday breakfast!” Catherine returned to the room with a tray holding a large plate of pancakes, generously drizzled with chocolate, maple, and pecan syrup. And next to it was his favorite beer.

“Geeez! I haven't had time to wake up yet.” Buggy rubbed his face. “What time did you get up? How did you get up? If you know what I mean.” He giggled idiotically.

“I always know what you mean, pervert.” Catherine slapped him on his head. “Well, it was hard to get out of your tentacles, Buggy the Octopus, but I did it. Every time I tried to move, you growled and pulled me even closer. But it's your birthday. Moreover! It's your first birthday with me! I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast. 36 pancakes just for you!! Can you imagine?! One pancake for every year of your grumpiness.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh, wait, wait! I have another present! Close your eyes.” Catherine jumped out of bed and ran to the closet.

“Fuck, cotton candy, you're moving too fast! It's 9 am, for god's sake!!”

“See? You're grumpy! Please, close your beautiful eyes!! I have a present for you.” Catherine made a pleading face.

“Will you be naked?” Buggy opened his beer and looked at her with the hope in his eyes.

“Tell me, asshole,” Catherine crossed her arms, “why do you always want to see me naked?”

“Have you seen yourself naked? Imagine this picture and tell me how I can not like it?” He took a sip. “Fuck, perfect.”

“Pervert.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you going to close your eyes or not?”

“Fine! But I still hope to see you without your clothes.”

“Shush, clown! Don't peek!” Catherine was rummaging around in the closet. “Wait, wait! Ready? Nod if you closed your eyes. Now tell me, did you nod?”

“Yes!”

“And now you can open your green eyes!”

Buggy opened his eyes and looked around. “Where are you, cotton candy?”

“I’m here!” Catherine first showed one leg from behind the door, and then hid it.

“Oh, my God. Please tell me that's what I think it is!!!” Buggy rubbed his hands.

“I don't know what you're thinking about, jerk!” Catherine poked her head out from behind the door. “Hi!, birthday boy!”

“Hi!”

“Wait, wait!” Catherine showed one leg from behind the door again, then the other, she stood facing Buggy. “Ready? One, two, three!” She turned her back to him and shook her buttocks. “Like it?”

“What the fuck? What is this?” Buggy stared at her pajama pants.

“This's your present!!”

“But… I see…”

“Yes! These are your hands in your circus white gloves, and this’s my ass. And you're grabbing my ass.” Catherine shook her butt again. “Like it?”

Buggy laughed loudly, “Hell, yeah! Come to me, I want to take a closer look.”

Catherine took a couple of steps back, shaking her butt again.

“My perfect hands on your perfect ass!” Buggy gently ran his hand down her thigh.

Catherine slapped him, sat on the bed and started stroking his hair. “Happy birthday, my blue-haired love!” Smack. Smack. “I’m so happy I have you!”

“Thanks.” Buggy took a sip. “Your pants are my favorite gift now.”

“I knew you would like it!” Smack. Smack. “Now eat your pancakes!”

Buggy stuck his fork into the pancakes and took a bite.

“Tasty?” Catherine started stroking his hair, watching him nod, and noticed the way Buggy looked at her. “Why are you staring at me like you love me, clown?”

Buggy chewed a pancake and looked into her eyes. “Cathie-pie.” He swallowed and took her hand. “Will you ma– make me some coffee?”

“Sure!! Wait here!” Smack. Smack. “Large black coffee with three spoons of sugar. I remember.” Catherine quickly ran to the kitchen.

“Idiot!!” Buggy grabbed his head. “Don't ask anything. She'll say no anyway.” He took the fork and exhaled. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“I’m coming back!.” Catherine came into the bedroom, holding the cup and with a wide smile on her face. “I hope you mis–..” She looked at Buggy's sad face. “Why are you sad? Didn't you like the gift? Or the pancakes?”

“No, I’m fine. Your gift is amazing. It's just.. Just.. No one has ever baked me birthday pancakes.” Buggy tried to smile.

“Oh, my love!” Catherine put the coffee on the table and hugged him around the neck. “Now you have me! And now you will have birthday food every year. Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran to the closet and pulled out a plush crown. “This is for you! You can't eat birthday pancakes without a birthday hat!” She sat down on the bed and put the crown on his head. “My dear Buggy Bear. I crown you on and name you king of my heart.” She hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy I took those tickets and met you.”

“Damn!” Buggy trying hard not to blush. “Can you at least not call me by this stupid nickname on my birthday? Let me eat my pancakes, woman!” He settled himself more comfortably, lifted the blanket and winked at Catherine. She narrowed her eyes in delight and squealed as she crawled under the blanket.

“What are our plans for today?” Buggy ate one pancake and took a sip.

“Actually, we have an extensive program today, but I thought you were going to go drink at Arlong's like usual. Today is Wednesday.” Catherine snuggled under his arm.

“Meh, I’ll go there tomorrow.” Buggy ate the last pancake, put the tray aside, and snuggled closer to Catherine.

She immediately hugged him tighter. "What's wrong, my little bear?"

“Can we lie like this for a while?”

“Of course! Is something bothering you?”

“No. Just wondering how I got you.” Buggy giggled. “You see, the charm of a loser worked, and I won you over!”

“Dear god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “There was no charm, Buggy!! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!”

“But I didn't leave you!”

“I have one more present for you. Do you want to know when I fell in love with you? Remember the first time you saved me? I then thought, “he protected me?”. You were so brave, and I thought you were okay. Seriously, you didn't have to protect me. Then we sat around the campfire and you seemed less annoying to me. And then you saved me again, and I thought 'gosh, his hands are so warm'. And then you came back for me when I was dangling over the precipice. You could have run away, betrayed me. But you came back. And then when that cave collapsed, I was afraid I'd never see you again. And then you took me home, and I kept thinking, “Why doesn't he say that he loves me?”. And do you remember, the three of us were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and telling my sister how we met? You hugged me back then. I don't know if it was by chance or not. And then you suddenly pulled your hand away. And I realized, “Damn, I love him!”

“If I hadn't saved you,” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “how would we have gotten to the treasure?”

“So you only saved me for the gold, bastard? I'm glad we chatted around the fire then. You know, I think you fell in love with me before the pancake morning. You just didn't realize it was love. Okay! Enough romance for the morning,” Catherine clapped her hands, “let's go celebrate your birthday!

To begin with, Catherine took Buggy around the streets, looking in all his favorite places, as if it were a bar or a regular eatery. They had a little picnic by the sea. Catherine laughed and squealed, running from the water to the sand, occasionally noticing Buggy's sad look when he looked at the water. She tried her best to cheer him up, trying to do acrobatic routines, but she wasn't very good at it. Toward evening, she led the way to his awning.

“What are we doing at my circus?” Buggy pointed at his tent.

“Well,” Catherine shrugged, “you threw a party for me six months ago, now it's my turn. And since the circus now holds a special place in my life, I asked your crew to help me with the preparations.” She pecked him on his nose. “And forgive me, I lied to you a little for a few weeks when I said I was going out alone. I ran here to supervise everything. So welcome to the party named after the best clown in the world!”

Catherine dragged Buggy into the arena, which was filled with tables with hot dogs, pizza, and various alcoholic beverages.

“What the hell?!” Buggy looked around. His entire crew was dressed in pirate costumes, a wide shroud hung from the dome to the floor. There were two anchors on the floor and there were dinghies with a couple of freaks sitting in them. The bar counter, behind which the bartender stood, was made in the style of a ship's nose and deck.

“Welcome to the pirate party!” Catherine happily spread her arms, inviting him to take a closer look. “See! Look, this is a mooring rope. Here is another rope.”

“This is a line, Cathie-pie.” Buggy tried to hide his shocked state, looking around.

“Exactly. And here is another one.” Catherine pointed at the rope, “I forgot the name of this thing.”

“Guess-warp.” Buggy said quietly.

“Yes!” Catherine looked at him with rounded eyes. “Wow, I didn't know you were into this.”

“Hey! I read books sometimes too.”

“Look,” Catherine wrapped her arm around his waist, “we have one big table that resembles the captain's cabin for everyone here. These small ones are shaped like the stern of a ship with a steering wheel if someone wants to sit alone or to chat with others. Some of your friends brought girls, see? They want to be like you. And do you see the two thrones by the big table? Those are our seats. You have to own your throne!” Catherine pointed with her eyes to his place.

Buggy walked around the arena, looking at everything around him. Every chair, every table, everything resembled a giant ship. He went up to the bar and gently ran his fingers along it. Catherine noticed his sad face.

“You don't like it? You probably wanted a regular party. I'm so sorry. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No. I really like it! But.. Why the pirate theme?” Buggy asked quietly, running his fingers over the barstool.

“I don't know. You have the soul of an adventurer and a seeker of treasure.” Catherine pecked him on his cheek. “Oh! I have one more present for you. I'll be right back, okay? You have ten minutes to miss me.”

Buggy saw how Catherine quickly went to his office, noticed Cabaji at the bar and hurried over to him, “Did you tell her something?”

“Happy birthday, Captain!” said with his mouth full, eating canapés

“Yes, yes! I asked a question. Did you tell her something?” Buggy asked quietly.

“No! I swear. Your girlfriend came here a few weeks ago, and offered to organize a party. She wandered around the arena for about an hour and suddenly said that it would be a pirate party. I told the entire crew not to give the slightest hint.”

“Damn! Okay!” Buggy knocked on the counter. “Hey, you, bartender, make me a whiskey and pour a glass of rosé wine for the girl.”

Catherine spun around in front of the mirror for a long time, examining herself from all sides. “My flashy fool's gonna like this.” She squealed and ran back. When Catherine returned to the arena, she hid behind one of the decorations for a moment to watch Buggy. He was basking in the attention of the entire team, actively gesturing and laughing. She straightened her shoulders, looked at herself again and ran towards him.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Catherine gently tapped Buggy on the shoulder. “I'm back!”

“I ordered yo~. Fuck me! Fuck me very much!” Buggy's jaw dropped when he looked at Catherine. She was in the beautiful mid-thigh dress with black lacing on the purple corset, featuring a form-fitting lace up black bodice that accentuates her curves. The off-shoulder design added a touch of the romance and the flowing bunched black skirt had a sexy asymmetrical hemline.

“Wow! My chatterbox can't find words, I'm amazed. Like it? Do I look like the queen of the seven seas?” She twirled several times and watched him simply nod his head. Catherine laughed, reaching her hand up to his chin. “Close your mouth and tell me something!”

Buggy swallowed and drank his whiskey with one gulp. “Damn! You look so hot, Catherine Mitchell!” He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and started to slide his other hand down her ass.

“What are you doing?” Catherine slapped him on his hands. “There are people around. And Cabaji is still here.”

“What are you standing there for? Get out of here!" Buggy barked at Cabaji, who grabbed his beer and quickly ran away from the bar. “Just fuck. You look... Just fuck.”

“While you're looking for the right words, go change into your circus clothes, please.” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed and pecked him in his lips. “Your vest and leather pants will go perfectly with our theme. Who knows, maybe I have a gift for you.”

“If the next gift isn't hot sex on my desk, I don't want to talk to you at all, woman.”

“I'm not having sex with you while your friends are here. If you behave well, who knows. Maybe I'll lift the ban on your office for today.” Catherine gently ran her finger down his neck and winked.

"I'm gonna change!" Buggy pushed her away slightly and quickly disappeared into the dark corridor.

Catherine laughed loudly, picked up her wine, took a sip, sat on the bar and looked around the arena. “Perfect.”

The crew's laughter, the clinking of glasses and toasts to the Captain could be heard throughout the arena. While she was waiting for Buggy, one of the crew members came up to her, began to thank her for the party and they started talking. When Buggy returned, the first thing he heard was Catherine’s ringing laughter, and then he saw how she was fluttering freak's hair.

“Hey, I'm back.” Buggy came closer, glanced at the freak, and put his hand on Catherine’s back. The freak swallowed, blushed and quickly ran away.

Catherine smiled and glanced at Buggy. “Wow! I love your circus outfit. You look so hot. And in this dress, I’m now mated with you. We are like a small pirate family today.” Catherine put her glass down and wrapped one arm around Buggy’s neck. “See. They're toasting you. They love you, not like I do, but they do.” She adjusted his bandana. “I’m so proud of you, my blue-haired love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on the cheek and glanced at the crew. “Hey, you bunch of bilge rats, Quick, raise your glasses in the name of your Captain!” She looked at Buggy, who glanced at her with raised eyebrows and laughed. “I've always wanted to say that.” Catherine proudly raised her head and stroked Buggy’s shoulder. “I love you. Oh, I have another gift for you. I'll be right back.” She kissed him on the lips, jumped off the counter and ran off somewhere.

Buggy was sipping his whiskey and chatting with his teammates. He liked to be bathed in attention. He was talking to Mohji when he heard the sounds of fiddling and Catherine's voice.

“Go faster!!” Catherine nudged the freak in the back. “Put this box on the keg!” The freak struggled to lift the big present box.

“What’s this?” Buggy came closer to her, sipping whiskey.

"I've been thinking about what to get you for a long time. Then I thought, you're the captain of this circus. And the captain shouldn't walk without it! Open it!" Catherine took the glass from his hands and invited him to the box.

“Okay.” Buggy opened the lid and frozen for a second, looking inside in surprise. “What the f~?”

“Only the greatest captain should have a fur coat. I know it's a stupid gift, but I couldn't think of anything better.” Catherine watched as he slowly ran his fingers through the fabric. “Your face. You don't like it, do you?”

“No! I like it very much!” Buggy pulled the coat out of the box and slipped it over his shoulders.

“And look how it suits you! It's a sandy color. You can cover me when I'm cold!” Catherine ran her hands over the sleeves and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, my mystery Buggy, who is worth a lot of money somewhere. I love you so, so much!”

Catherine shifter her gaze to the crew. “What are you all standing there for?” She clapped her hands. “Let's have some fun! Woohoo!”

Catherine’s ringing laughter, music, drunken toasts and dancing filled the entire tent. Mohji was dancing till he fell down, Cabaji was dancing with some girl.

“Damn, she's so happy. And she did all this for me. She constantly makes sure everyone has drinks and is having fun. She laughs loudly. I love the way she wrinkles her nose when she laughs. She gets asked to еру dance. Not that I'm thrilled about it, but I kind of like it. look at her, clown.. And now she's dancing with... hey, watch the hands! My hands are the only ones allowed on her waist! Oh, she moved them herself. What was I talking about? Oh yeah... And I love how before and after she is invited to dance, she runs up and gives me kisses. What does she even see in me? She's alive and funny and real, and I w–”

“Hey, handsome! Why are you sad here?!” Catherine’s voice pulled Buggy out of his thoughts. She took the glass of whiskey from his hands, put it on the counter and took Buggy by the hands. “Let's go dance!”

“I don't know. I'm a bad dancer, Cathie-pie.”

“I don't care, this's my favorite song and I wanted to dance to it with you. Ple-e-ease!!” Catherine made sad cat eyes and watched as Buggy rolled his eyes in response, but nodded. Catherine clenched her fists and squealed happily, dragging him to the center of the arena. “See? We're under your favorite spotlights.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands on her waist, and began to rock him from side to side to the music rhythm. “I don't know what kind of parties you've thrown before, but this one seems pretty good, huh?”

Buggy exhaled and blushed. “This one's even better.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and squealed. “I knew you loved me!” Smack. Smack. “Do you know how much I love you? Just li-i-ike tha-a-at!” She spread her arms wide and laughed.

Buggy lifted her hand and Catherine twirled around her own axis. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced under the spotlight. Catherine’s hair cascaded down her back like a sunset river, while Buggy's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they spun and twirled in perfect sync. The music faded away, and they slowed to a stop, their chests heaving in unison as they gazed into each other's eyes. For a moment, they stood still, savoring the magic of the moment, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the depths of their love.

“Hi.” Catherine said quietly.

“Hi.”

“I have another surprise!” Catherine cleared her throat and ran to the middle of the arena and, raising her hands to face level, she clapped theatrically. “Bring the surprise!!”

Сabaji rolled out a large table with a huge black cake on it. Catherine clapped her hands again and the whole team began to sing “Happy Birthday.” Buggy burst out laughing and came closer to Catherine.

“We rehearsed for a long time!” Catherine almost laughed until she cried, watching everyone blush with shame, singing a congratulatory song. “And this is your cake. We are having a pirate party, right? We have a pirate ship and we have our own captain. And what ship is without a flag. See! This is Jolly Roger. And he has your bones and your nose.” She whispered quietly. “I hope you don't take offense, because it won't be your flag without your lovely nose.”

When all the drunken guests had left, Catherine noticed that Buggy hasn't come back. He said he'd be gone for a while, and he didn't come back. She waved to the last guests leaving the tent and walked down the hallways, but Buggy wasn't there.

Catherine knocked on his office. “Are you here? Can I come in?” She carefully opened the door, and saw how he immediately slammed the bottom drawer of his desk shut with a key. “I found you. What are you doing here alone? I miss you. You look sad. I think I did something wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.”

“No, Cathie-pie, it's okay. How could you offend me?” Buggy exhaled.

“Are you sad because you're getting old?”

“Hey! I’m not old. Just... It's complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay, we won't talk. We’re gonna drink! I brought whiskey and wine just for us.” Catherine moved closer to the table and hugged Buggy from behind. “Whatever happened to you in the past, I don't care. I'm glad that the past led you to Cairo. Because I met you. I love you so, so much!” Catherine sat down on the table, put her feet on his lap and took a sip straight from the bottle. “So, what are our plans next?”

Buggy looked at Catherine for a moment and slowly ran his hand down her bare leg. “The dress is so sexy. I've been looking at you all evening, and it turns me on terribly.”

“Everything turns you on, asshole, even if I'm walking around the house in that shark pajama you got me.”

“Shut up, please.” Buggy ran his lips over her legs, leaving a thin trail of lipstick on her skin.

“What are you doing? Stop!” Catherine tried to gently push him away. “Stop it. Not here. Please..” Catherine's breathing quickened. “Damn you, clown. Just imagine. Everyone saw me in this dress. Your whole crew was staring at me, can you believe it?” She reached out, pulled his bandana off, and Buggy’s hair fell about the back and shone like a cascade of water. “The who-o-ole crew.”

Buggy abruptly motioned her over to him, kicked a chair and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Stop it!”

“You know, I'm willing to bet money that you were pissed off that your freaks were dancing with me, looking at me. At my bare legs, my bare shoulders. You do realize that I'm not wearing a bra right now, right?”

Buggy stood between Catherine’s legs, and she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I said stop it!”

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around him and ran her hand from his hair to his neck. “Uh-oh, someone's jealous.”

“I'm not jealous. Let them stare, I don't care. You're mine, my Cathie-pie. And you're my main birthday present for today.” Buggy ran his hand under the hem of her dress.

“I’m not your pr-!” Catherine was cut off by his mouth crashing desperately against hers, his kiss so urgent that it took her a few seconds to regain control of herself. Her mind blanked, and for those few precious seconds, all she could feel was him, his lips and hands all over her. His kiss was more frantic, his touch was rougher than usual, more frenzied, as though he wanted to get as much of her against him as he possibly could.

"I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste, Cathie-pie." As he spoke, the rest of his body began to respond to the feel of her in his arms -- not just due to the allure of intimacy, but also because of the warmth, the softness, and the surprising strength in her thighs, contrasted with the delicate nature of her elbows and wrists, which stirred within him a profound desire to yield to any request she might make.

She now mirrored his intense urgency, moving her body against his as she struggled for dominance until, as always, she surrendered completely in his embrace. She became malleable in his grasp, letting out soft sounds whenever he caressed her in a particular manner; each deliberate stroke of his tongue within her mouth, the way he positioned her thigh over his hip while pressing his arousal against her center, and the smirk he wore against her neck as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin there. His hand on her waist tightened its hold, drawing her body closer to his.

“What if your guys imagined me naked?” Catherine slowly began to unfasten the straps on his vest.

“Are you doing this on purpose, little shit?” Buggy took off his vest, knelt down and began kissing her legs.

“I like to piss you off, asshole.” Catherine felt him move his lips higher. “My love, the door. Please lock the door.”

“No one's here anyway.” Buggy held on as best he could, but with every touch of her soft skin, he felt himself losing control.

Catherine felt his hands begin to squeeze her legs tighter, the kisses became longer. “Someone's going to die.” Catherine giggled and put her hand on his hair. “Don't you want to come up here?”

“Wait! I'm enjoying the moment.” Buggy lifted the hem of her dress slightly. “You’re driving me crazy tonight,” he groaned. “This dress? Phenomenal. Did you wear it for me?” He raised his gaze to her while positioned half-kneeling on the floor, his hands gliding over her exposed thighs, having pushed the dress up to her hips. His eyes were filled with intensity, silently pleading for the response he desired.

Catherine wove her fingers through his hair as he transitioned from his fingertips to his lips, hovering perilously near the edge of her panties. “I–”

“Answer, cotton candy. The captain asked a question.” The words came out more of a grumble, vibrating against her body.

Fuck, she loved it when he spoke like that. It was his captain’s voice. The one which made her legs quiver and sent heat straight to her core. It was dominating. When he spoke to her like that, she was a lost cause.

Catherine murmured. “I knew my captain would like it.”

“Like it?” Buggy pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and instantly her legs began to wobble. “Baby, I love it.”

That name – just hearing him call her baby at such moments – was enough to send her mind spiraling. Catherine should have known it was only a matter of time before they fell back into each other’s arms. Buggy groaned as he pulled the panties down, and she knew exactly why. She moaned, tugging desperately at his hair with her fingers.

“Lock the door, please.”

Buggy shook his head and emitted a low growl of contentment, then rewarded her by trailing his tongue along her warmth. Her back arched off the table as she attempted to draw him even closer to her.

“That's my girl,” he hissed, before delving into her with his tongue.

Catherine whimpered at the sudden explosion of pleasure, her senses going into overdrive. She was lost, completely helpless, not even aware of the words which were tumbling from her lips.

“Fuck, my love. The do, pl~”

Buggy switched between sucking her clit slowly into his mouth and circling her entrance. Catherine moved one of her hands to her mouth because she realized she’d moaned aloud, because even the sight of him kneeling there, almost made her come. As he continued to pleasure her with renewed intensity and deliberate movements of his tongue, it was not long before she felt herself nearing the brink, stifling a cry of his name. Buggy remained positioned between her legs, one hand resting firmly on her abdomen to provide support. Catherine’s legs trembled, and she realized that without his assistance, she would have collapsed to the floor by that point. Her heart raced even as he gradually rose to his feet.

"I hate you," she said, grasping his hand.

The corner of his mouth curled upward as he cupped her jaw with his hand. “Still alive?” He leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to savor her own essence on his tongue. It was dirty and hot and everything.

“It seems like you're the birthday boy, but I got the present?” Catherine giggled.

“Got? In the past tense? Oh, cotton candy, we're not done yet.” Buggy groaned against her skin, where his mouth was trailing hot kisses over her neck and collarbone. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he murmured into her ear, and she couldn’t help the desperate whimper that tore from her throat.

Catherine allowed herself to meet his gaze, her brow lifting in challenge. “Do it, then.” She grabbed his back and pressed him closer. His long blue hair spilling around them.

Buggy took off his pants and underwear, smashed into her lips and Catherine moaned softly through the kiss, feeling him enter her. One smooth movement and he was inside her, filling her to the point of ecstasy before withdrawing achingly slowly. She moaned when his second thrust was harder, harsher than the first and she gripped at the edge of the desk to fully support herself.

“The door!” Catherine whimpered through the kiss, feeling him pull her closer to him,

“I don't give a shit! There is no one here.” His lips traveled up the column of her neck, the tip of his nose tracing the side of her face as he breathed against her ear.

She dug her fingers into his hair, when he started picking up the pace. The tension in the air was broken only by his moans and her sighs.

“Don't stop. Don't. I-- I want this, want you. Please, Bug-"

Buggy swallowed her gasp as they mashed into a hard kiss, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. Thoughts washed over Buggy's head like a giant wave. Catherine accidentally reminded him of his past. The past he ran away from, trying to forget who he was and what he had, and now all that was good in his miserable life was her.

“I love you. I love you. I so fucking love you..” Buggy whispered near her lips in a low voice, thrusting until she gasped, the hands on his shoulders turning harsh with the addition of nails.

“Lo- fuck.. y- too.” Catherine smashed into his lips, trying to stifle her moans, which were getting louder.

Buggy's heavy thrusts send a tingling sensation along her spine, while his deep grunts intensified as he became increasingly aroused. With another thrust, Catherine’s nails grazed his back, introducing a unique pain that only motivated him further. As Buggy thrust once more, her body tensed, anticipating the sensations that were about to unfold. His lips departed from hers, trailing down to her neck and further, without the use of his teeth. Catherine slightly arched her neck, allowing him greater access. She pressed her fingers into his back as he drove into her with increased intensity, no longer kissing or caressing her skin.

“I’m so close, my love. Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder and rougher, please.”

Buggy growled, moaning her name. The love he felt in her heart, hearing her endless love words, made him make his thrusts even stronger, even more potent. As she wanted. Catherine tried not to moan his name loudly, afraid of who might be hearing her, breathless pleas as his rod slowly dragged inside her. One more hard thrust and a wave of brain-frying pleasure washed over her as felt they came together.

Buggy pulled her closer and collapsed against her with a drawn out moan, his heart beating like a drum against her chest. His weight was pushing her down on the hard wood table, but she didn't care; she loved his weight on top of her, the feeling of his sweat-slicked body, the musky scent of an aroused male.

They didn't separate immediately. Catherine remained entwined with him as Buggy gradually regained his composure, taking deep breaths. Catherine held him close, providing a few extra moments for him to feel secure. His head rested on her shoulder while she gently massaged his back.

“You okay? With me?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his back, and saw him nod. “You know, you smell like the salty sea. Musk and the sea.”

“This's the best present ever, cotton candy.” Buggy chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Liar. I'm sure you did this.. well.. present.. with other girls on your birthday too.”

“This is different. You are not “other girls”. How am I supposed to work at this desk now? How do you say it?” Buggy started imitating her. “This is our first sex on the desk, Buggy. Let's celebrate this every year.”

“Go to hell, pervert.” Catherine gently kissed him on his nose. “By the way, I asked you to close the door. I wouldn't be surprised if you were hoping someone would come in.” She saw him shrug. “How can you think about that? It's such an intimate thing! Half of Cairo probably already knows that I'm sleeping with you.”

“Not true!”

“I don't want to talk to you!” Catherine gently stroked his cheek. “But.. Happy birthday, my silly clown. Love you so, so much.”

Buggy kissed her again and helped her down from the table. While he was fixing his makeup, Catherine wiped his lipstick traces from her body and quickly cleaned up the mess on the table.

Catherine adjusted her dress. “God, I hope Richie didn't hear us."

“Do you think that furry lump is gonna tell everyone what we did here?” Buggy reluctantly looked at himself in the mirror.

Catherine noticed his sad face and immediately ran up to hug him. “You’re my best and the most handsome clown in the world. You know, I have an idea! We take a couple of bottles of booze, the rest of the cake and go home. We'll lie in bed in our pajamas, watching some stupid show and eating cake.”

“Not bad.” Buggy kissed her head. “Do you want to take your favorite stupid walk along the embankment?”

“Really? I want! I really want! I love walking with you!” Catherine squealed happily. “Give me 10 minutes, I need to change my clothes, I can't walk down the street looking like this.”

“But I hoped you would stay in your sexy dress.” Buggy plopped down on the couch.

“Nope! It was a gift just for you, my flashy fool. Otherwise, you'll get mad if someone looks at me in this dress.” Catherine hid behind the closet door, started to undress, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a flying head. “Hey, clown! Don't peek!”

“Are you serious? I've seen you naked a thousand times!”

“I'll take your head now and hide it somewhere in the closet. For God's sake, Buggy, zip up your pants and wait for me, please!” She heard him fall onto the couch and exhale. Buggy tried to peek again, but Catherine threw a pillow at him.

“I'll take your shirt? Okay? And we can g~. what's this?” She pulled out a photo. “Wow! You not only have my picture in your wallet, but also on your shelf?”

“Hey! Give it back!” Buggy sent his hand, pulled the photo out of her hands, and put it in the drawer. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“But this is you and me, when you took me out on a picnic last week. You were grumbling and freaking out because I wanted to take a picture of us. Sure, I'd be happier if I weren't lying between your underwear. Why do you need spare underwear here? Although, you know, don't answer, I don't want to know what you're doing here.” Catherine tiptoed over to the couch, throwing on her shirt, and kissed him on the lips. "I knew you loved me, my Buggy Bear." Smack. “Okay, let's take the cake and go home. I think I've already trampled you with romance tod~.” Catherine opened the door and froze. “Buggy…”

"What?" He sent his head towards the door.

They stared silently at the blushing Cabaji who was returning to the green room, screaming. “I didn't hear anything!!”

“Did you want someone to see us?” Catherine looked at Buggy, not understanding whether he was proud of this situation or ashamed. "Congratulations, clown, your dream has almost come true."

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aetherdoesthings · 8 months

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hello!!! i hope you're having a good day!

i've been suffering from insomnia for a while, and i can't really get a good night's sleep. can i request a female insomniac reader x nico robin? like i love her so much i would die for her. general hcs are fine as well if u don't wanna write a lot.

thank you!!

hello anon!! thanks, i had an okay day today! i'm sorry to hear that you're suffering from insomnia, i hope you feel better. i would literally die for robin too like 🤭

forethoughts: ahhhhhh debating if i should a. write luffy x reader part 3, b. write hanahaki au!reader x robin part 1, c. practice my cello. hmmmm.

notes: fem!reader, platonic-y with suggestive romance

You wanted to sleep.

You needed to sleep.

Ever since you joined the Straw Hat Pirates, you’ve been having some sleeping problems. Maybe it was because of the waves that made you seasick, or the occasional sound of the wood creaking that shook you, making you think the ship was about to crash. You were always a light sleeper before you joined the Straw Hats, but it got worse.

You had asked the resident doctor on the ship for a remedy, after accepting that two sleepless nights might not help you have a good performance the next day.

A notable example and sign that told you you needed help was during one day, when Nami was doing a ‘routine cleaning’ to make sure we weren’t keeping any junk that would attract bugs and all that. As you were sorting out what you wanted to throw out and what you wanted to keep, you mixed up both piles. If it wasn’t for Robin catching you holding a box of all your clothes and prized possessions into the giant trash bag, you would’ve lost a lot of clothes and trinkets you adored.

Chopper had given you some pills to take to help you sleep, advising you to drink some sort of tea and do meditation before you would rest. You decided to listen to him, as you sat on your bed, taking the pills and the tea, focusing on your breathing for a good ten minutes, before lying back down, closing your eyes.

You immediately woke up the moment a wave hit the boat, forcing you to sit up as you let out a frustrated groan, mad at your incapability to just relax. It was 12am. Everyone should be asleep, aside from the ones keeping watch. You decide to make use of your time, venturing out of your room and finding a more comfortable place than your own bed to sleep in.

Your legs absentmindedly made their way to the resident archaeologist’s place, your hand turning the doorknob and entering the library. You expected the lights to be off, as Robin was already asleep at this time. However, to your surprise, the lights were on, and the archaeologist herself was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

Robin glanced up at you from her book, a small smile on her face. “Ah, Y/N, may I help you? It’s quite late; you should be asleep.”

You try to close the door and head back into your room and bury yourself in embarrassment, but it’s too late. You closed the door behind you, looking down at the ground. “Uhm… I was trying to find a place to sleep… I didn’t know you were here. I’ll go, I’m sorry for intruding.”

Before you could place your hand on the door knob, a hand that sprouted from the door prevented you from doing so.

“Please. You’re not intruding; I was just wrapping up.” Robin smiled warmly at you. “Are you having a hard time sleeping again?”

“Y-Yeah… I am… How did you know?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if Robin had occasionally sprouted a hand with an eye in it, staring at you tossing and turning in bed.

“Your behavior in the day reflects your rest during the night. And let’s just say… you haven’t been the same ever since you joined. And ever since that little mishap during Nami’s cleaning day… I had a suspicion you were having a hard time sleeping.” Robin stated matter-of-factly, her voice warm and lulling.

You scratched the back of your head, looking away. “Chopper already gave me some meds…”

“Is it working?”

“No…” You shook your head, relenting to the fact that Robin was now fully aware of your sleeping problems. Of course Robin would catch onto your problem; she never misses anything when it came to you. So what’s the point of even hiding it from her, then?

“I tried sleeping just now… taking the pills and trying to meditate. I still can’t… the waves just keep jolting me back awake, I don’t know what to do.” You exasperated, leaning against the door as you held your tired head.

“Come. Sit with me.” Robin patted the empty seat beside her on the couch, as a hand helped put her book away. Reluctantly, you trudged towards the archaeologist, creating a dip in the couch. You sat with your knees pressed against each other, your back not pressing against the cushions.

“I don’t bite.” Robin smiled at your effort to use as little space as possible, patting the spot that was directly next to her. “Please.”

You moved closer to her, until her shirt brushed against your shoulder, the scent of fresh ink and flowers making your body relax. Robin always made you feel as comfortable as possible; she let you nap on her during the day (which probably helped contribute to her speculation about your sleeping problems), always checked in on you to make sure you were drinking enough water or weren’t about to accidentally hurt yourself.

“Why don’t you try sleeping with me tonight?” Robin nonchalantly suggested.

Your face flushed red, as you furiously shook your head. “Y-You don’t need to do that. I-It’s fine, I couldn’t possibly ask you to sacrifice your space in order to help me sleep-”

“I’m not sacrificing anything, Y/N. Your sleep matters to me. Lie down on my lap. Don’t be shy. It might help you.”

“I’m not sure-”

Several hands gently push you against Robin’s body, making you lie down on her soft lap, your body curled into a fetal position as you laid down on the couch. A blanket was placed on top of your body, several hands tucking you in as Robin placed a hand on your head. She intertwined her fingers and your hair, gently patting your head to get you more comfortable and relaxed. Your shoulders slumped, as your legs moved away from your chest, letting the warmth and comfort Robin gave you seep into your body.

“Shall I read you a story? Perhaps that could lull you to sleep.” Robin suggested.

“S-Sure…” You replied, as you felt your eyelids getting more heavy the more Robin petted your head.

With the help of her hands, Robin picked up the book she was reading, as she began to read it out loud, her soft and elegant voice filling your ears, making your brain calm down, your muscles relaxing. You let yourself close your eyes, letting down your guard in front of the archaeologist. The deeper she got into the story, the sooner you felt yourself succumb into a slumber.

Your body jolted the moment a wave crashed into the Sunny, your head rising from Robin’s lap. But since she had your head in her hand, she gently forced you back down, giving you a warm and reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. It’s just a wave. It’s alright, you’re safe.” Robin whispered.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding your head to let Robin know she could continue reading her story. You were safe. Safe. Safe in Robin’s hand. Safe with Robin. You were safe.

Another wave hit the ship, but this time you didn’t flinch or move. You were safe. As long as you were with Robin, you were safe. You closed your eyes, feeling Robin’s warmth and inhaling her scent as you slowly drifted off into a well deserved slumber.

“Y/N…?” Robin whispered softly. You looked adorable in her arms; head resting on her lap, eyes closed and blanket covering your body. She couldn’t help but smile at your form, as she placed her book down. With her own hands, she scooped up your tiny body, carrying you back to her room, laying you down on her bed before crawling in next to you.

“Goodnight, my dear.” Robin let out a deep breath, as she closed her eyes too.

#one piece #op #nico robin #nico robin x reader #sleeping #aetherasks

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one-piece-aus · 11 months

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just read your whumtober 2022 day 28 (the katakuri x reader one where reader get kidnapped and sold off) and i was just wondering if u have a part 2 for it ? if not, could u please make one😭😭😭 it’s fine if u don’t wanna xx

have a good day/night!!

Ahoy! Once again, thank you for coming to the askbox to request for part 2. Hope you don't mind me using it for Whumptober, heh. I might've rushed finishing it since I got stuck and I'm falling behind on the days so if you want another part, lmk

You can read part 1 here

Whumptober Day 18

Katakuri x Reader

"Who knew the Charlottles had pretty women on their crew," One of your buyers laughed.

"Maybe you were just paying attention to their men," you smirked, looking at the person despite the blindfold covering your eyes.

"Why you-"

"Enough Tamaki." Sounds like their boss took control of the room, hard to ignore since he had a booming voice. "You need to get back to cleaning the deck."

"Awww, but I thought we bought her for a little fun."

"We are to deliver her to Doflamingo, if his plan succeeds, the government will reward him handsomely, in turn, we'll be rewarded by him for contributing."

"Doflamingo?" You knew of the Heavenly Demon Warlord, his unmerciful wrath toward anyone outside Dressrosa. He'd be a threat if he didn't keep to himself in his lavish country. "That birdbrain, he's all squawk and no dive," you said in a bored tone.

"Why is she still talking?"

"She kept eating the tape boss."

You heard the boss sigh before footsteps were followed out of the room. Silence is the only thing that stays with you in the room, allowing your mind to settle in the horror of what their boss said.

They were taking you to Doflamingo for a plan. A plan where if he succeeds the government is going to reward him, but he's already a Warlord with his own island, what would he do to get more out of... Is he... Is he planning to take out the entire Big Mom Pirates?

You wiggle your way around, trying lift the blindfold from your eyes when something impacted the ship and sent you crashing against the bars. The bars felt warm and gooey, strange, and now your head felt light before it hits against the hard floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"[Y/n]!" Katakuri called for you after entering the cell hall.

He rushed past the cells, briefly scanning each one for you, and he almost skipped over the one you were in. Haulting in his tracks, he looked into the cell and saw you laying sideways on the ground, your back to him. Relief washed over him and he grabbed onto the bars to move it out of his way when he noticed the bars were a little sticky.

He glanced at the bars, seeing blood on one. His eyes trailed over to you, a small patch of damp hair on the back of head. Fear threw Katakuri's relief out the window, he yanked the cell wall out of its place and tossed it to the side. Kneeling down, he slid you into his arms bridal style and rushed back to the crew he came with.

"Please, stay with me, [Y/n]."

Tag: (The ones who asked for part 2 in comments of the last part) @aceduchessdragoness @ijadedoll @devikaary @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

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factual-fantasy · 8 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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nerves-nebula · 3 months

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I fucking adore your comic panelling, any advice on how to do it? Like specific ratios or ways to divide the page?

god there's so much advice i COULD give but i really dont wanna end up writing a book here. so I guess I'll say this: however you divide the page you should be CONSISTENT with it, i literally just learned/internalized this but it's made comic paneling soo much easier. when you break that consistency it will be more impactful. hold up lemme grab some pages.

so i recently started making loose stitches a 4 tier comic. it's not the exact same for each page cuz i'm lazy but i think it's made legibility way better. before i think it was kinda uhhhhh a little all over the place. not BAD but a little difficult to tell where your eyes supposed to go sometimes. which isnt great for a commic.

the page on the left in particular has always bothered me cuz i always read the top panels incorrectly and it's like. fuck man what is the paneling here why is it in two columns ????? that's so hard to understand. but the page on the right can be more or less easily understood (by someone who knows how to read comics) even without panel borders because it's just a simple 4 panel square.

one thing my comic professor really stressed was that he didn't like weird paneling or weird borders. for the most part, a square is fine. AND HE'S RIGHT. weird paneling is fun and cool but should be used sparingly or with intention, cuz if you do it too much then like. how tf are ppl gonna read your comic.

that being said there are a lot of cool ways to cut up panels even if they're just squares hold on lemme grab some examples

so the panels here are all square but the image in the one at the bottom is almost like a mural. one thing i really like to using is a lot of heavy BLACK, what can i say silhouette's have my entire heart.

in my fable comic, I used a 3 tier system. it wasn't the same exact size across all pages but all pages had 3 tiers of paneling. that way i can be a little more flexible with the SIZE of the panels to emphasize the more important things, without it feeling like it's all over the place

meanwhile in my comic final i used a 4 tier system where each tier was nearly the same across every page, but you can collapse tiers together for establishing shots and big reveals so that they're more impactful. it's still fully within the grid system I set up so it doesn't feel like it's messing with shit either.

ok i just spent a lot of time rambling about this one particular concept and it's probably not even what you wanted to hear about :') i didnt even go into ratios or anythinggg guhhhh sowwy

other than all that i'd just say you gotta keep looking at what comic artists have written and take note of how they use space and cut things up. there's this book called How To Read Nancy and it has all these exercises for understanding the building blocks of nancy. for real the author is OBSESSIVE and goes through everything of a 3 panel nancy strip from body language to spot blacks to the minutia of the background. we used this book in my class and did some of the exercises in the back and i think it's really good at getting you to THINK about what you're drawing. and you can easily pirate it if you're broke.

also try to make sure things dont get stagnant on a page. zoom out if you're only doing close ups (i try to make sure every page of loose stitches has at least one full body shot even tho I'm lazy and wanna just do talking heads- talking heads arent interesting!!)

also, take advantage of the fact you're drawing a COMIC. you can do shit in comics that you can't do in other mediums, try to implement them when u can! ALSO PRACTICE. you're not gonna get better just by reading and watching. you gotta do it lol. ok ok that's enough and you didn't even ask for that stuff you asked about PANELING sfdasfsd byeee

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Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week.

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi.

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him.

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached.

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same.

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her.

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.” She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

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