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had a half-formed idea for an au where instead of film red happening, croc find and hires uta as sort of a power-play ad then mihawk and buggy feel obligated to look after her (shenanigans ensue)
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Pls im begging im on my knees what happens in crossguilds honeymoon shenanigans? - dis is pertaining to the CG wedding anser sjdjdjdjdns i love it btw the asker is so big brained and u made it even better sjdmsjxkz
OKAY so I'll divide it up between General Content and Adult Content.
General first!!!
• at first, they didn't even plan a honeymoon. It simply wasn't in the cards to then, they didn't even consider it. Then Big Mom asked, making conversation at the following party, what kind of honeymoon they had planned. They told her just an evening together in their tent, then back to work.
The men, women and enbies of the Guild swooped right in there with bright grins. "We pooled our wages together," they announce, "and booked you a trip!" It's for a weekend, just three days, and they'd be gone perhaps five at most depending on the weather and travel.
All three are trying not to cringe into the ether because they'd be leaving the island for a decent chunk of time. Who would run everything?
Their commanding officers then give them an itemized delegated list, with all the primary functions taken care of. The Guild really prepared for everything, huh?
• the honeymoon is to a resort not too terribly far for Karai Bari. The first thought is for them to just.... divide and do their own things.
Only they keep running into each other that first day. Buggy and Mihawk wind up in the library with other. Mihawk and Crocodile run into each other in the sauna. Buggy and Crocodile meet up in the casino. It's constant, and eventually it even becomes rather fun.
• then evening hits.
Adult Content below~
• Buggy's got the self awareness of a walrus on cocaine honestly, so he doesn't really think before stripping down to change into his evening wear. Crocodile and Mihawk at first ignore it until they catch sight of a pale back full of freckles and scars. Both dark haired me are suddenly fighting the urge to kiss him there, to make constellations with their touch and tongue. They look away.
• Only One Bed - Mihawk wordlessly prepares the couch for himself and Buggy makes a hammock and Crocodile is getting the bed - the first night at least.
• sleepy early mornings are so intimate and nobody discusses that enough. Buggy is the first up, hair slightly messy from the braid he slept in, curls framing his bare face. He makes coffee and starts on breakfast. Mihawk joins him not long after. Crocodile wakes to the smell of food, coffee, and murmured voices and laughter. When he inevitably wanders into the kitchen, halfasleep, he accepts a playe and mug, presses a kiss to Buggy's temple, a squeeze to Mihawk's wrist. Both clown and swordsman take a moment to process that.
• Buggy isn't exactly a contributer to Gender, so he'll wear whatever so long as he likes it. Including, it turns out, a form fitting dress in a rich green with gold accents and jewelry which shows his long leg via a high slit. He plays the part of ditzy eye candy well for Crocodile, and all seems fine - until some others begin to look at Buggy as well.
• Crocodile is possessive. And they ARE married.... so he pulls Buggy close by his hook at the other's waist and yanks the other down to one of his legs, within neck kissing range. Buggy is flustered. Crocodile is glowering. The wandering eyes ease off.
• at some point, Marines show up. The resort is neutral ground, so none of the Guild leaders make moves to react. Through a series of events, it turns out the Marines are there to apprehend the pirates and have paid off the resort owners.
There's a fight which goes.... fairly normally with Mihawk close range, sinking vessels and soldiers alike. Crocodile is lurking midrange to use his poisons and sand most effectively. Buggy has opted for more long range with his explosives and plots. The whole thing is pretty damn smooth, all considered. Until someone makes it past and grabs Buggy.
A comment is made on his outfit, a cocktail dress and blazer with matching stockings. On his decorum. On him, specifically. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and he's already halfway through a snarky comeback along the lines of "What, angry I'm hotter than your whore at home-?" when there is a wave of pressure. Buggy blinks. The marine officer stumbles.
There is suddenly a hand on his waist, a hook around his neck, two presences flanking him. "What," the both nearly snarl, "did you say about our wife?"
• Buggy absolutely gets butterflies.
• the rest of the fight is pretty quick, Hawkeyes and Crocodile out of patience to play with their foes. Buggy isn't a slouch either, by the way, he's lobbing explosives strategically all around. Nearing the end, he herds his husband's to their ship, pushes off, and gives a theatrical count down.
• the island and nearby ships are bathed in fire. Buggy is cackling, a mess, his hair wild around a filthy, bloodied face. The dress reveals his shoulders. The torn edges reveal more of those freckles.
Something in both taller men snaps, and they converge upon Buggy with claims and lips and teeth. On the deck of their ornate ship, to the cracking ambience of fire, they have their wicked way with him, learning his body and finding unexpected but delightful facts as they go.
Crocodile could transition fully due to Iva, but Buggy is not so lucky. His top surgery was experimental, and bottom surgery was never a huge deal to him. Mihawk, luckily, enjoys all bodies and pleasures of the flesh, and he is a quick study under Crocodile's tutelage and experience with the organs he once had.
Buggy falls to pieces more than once, teary eyed and begging and so sweet for them, so cute and attractive with his grasping hands and hiccuping breaths. He is beautiful as he sinks down onto one, cradled by another and wails with the stimulation and hands and hook that break him I to pieces just to reassemble him again.
It ends with them together, indulgent and depraved, christened beneath firelight and debris and the screams of their enemies.
And none of the three had ever felt quite so seem as they did in that moment.
• back on Karai Bari, they sashay back in, mostly, as Buggy has a mild limp.
The lipstick stains and bite marks and bruises and scratches paint a clear enough picture for what happened.
"How was your trip?"
"We blew it up"
"Wha-"
"Fire. Explosives. Our beautiful chairman has quite the knack for such weapons"
"D'aww! Hawky, you'll make me blush!"
"We can make you do more than that, you little shit...~"
"Hehe~"
The poor mercenary is left rebooting.
#buggy the clown#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#cross guild#cross guild polycule#fake wedding au#witchy answers!!
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I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart thank you for the buggy content I just started one piece like a month ago and im at the 2 year time skip ( but I have an idea of plot threads and the like) and goddammit im obsessed with that blue blorbo! cross guild poly is my bread and butter and my God am I getting FED. There's so much tumblr conten, fic , fanart , etc. that I've been missing out on!! So thank you for contributing to my lack of self control and hyperfixation
Happy to help, sweetie!!!
He is such a little guy, he's just a creechur im lov he ♡♡♡♡
Buggy deserves genuine praise and tlc and the world can I get an amen brothers, sisters, and siblings-
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Not me looking at your Polycrossguild convenience marriage au thinking about the wedding vows and how fun it would be if trough the entire “convenience to lovers” pipeline, that’s the thing they just can’t seem to get right while they all sit together and practice them like one would do trying to remember lines for a nativity play. None of them are into it, it all looks incredibly forced no matter what they do. No matter what they change or how much they practice it’s just…. Awful. Stiff. So obviously a marriage of convenience thing it hurts.
But after a whole lot of confusing feelings and low key romcom shenanigans the wedding happens and they are all so done they go off script… and it works… kinda. Because if you read their vows on paper they would read like the most horrid vows you ever seen. Mihawk only speaks a few words, Buggy’s stutters out his and it seems like a weird tangent and Crocodile…. Basically straight up passive aggressively insults his husband’s through the entire thing…. But it’s by far the most genuine “performance” of their vows these three have given.
Hawkeye doesn’t say much, he rarely does, but when he squeezes his soon to be husbands hands it’s clear to say anything more would be unnecessary . Buggy is flustered and in love and is trying his damndest to get over himself trying to express that, using a metaphor only the three of them would get because Mihawk used it as a snippy commentary about this shit show when they first started practicing together. And nobody has ever seen Sir Crocodile smile so fondly at anything that wasn’t a Bananawani, even as he expresses annoyance at the men in front of him.
Iiiii dunno if I’m even making sense here, just got struck with the mental image of Crocodile smiling at Buggy and calling him “My beloved little pest of a clown.” And Buggy looking up at him, smiling just as happily while trying to blink away the tears from his eyes.
OKAY LITERALLY THIS
Like. They're Idiots, Your Honor. They absolutely try EVRYTHING to make it seem "authentic", and so Mihawk's papers are written in calligraphy, with verbose prose that boios down to some Gonez Adams Level of simpage but lowkey because he has a reputation.
Crocodile's is written like a damn business agreement, with clauses and edited areas to update and revamp it. He cannot for the life of him find that middle ground of Decently Organized and Genuine.
Buggy's filled no less than three full journals in WIPs of it, and almost all are scribbled on, torn out and crumpled up, or nearly burned bc he raged and threw it into a bon fire.
Finally, day of, they're scrambling and losing their MINDS and suddenly Nobody Can Find The Vows. Everyone is panicking. Something may be on fire.
Ritchie is found with glitter gel pen on his muzzle.
They're gonna have to wind it.
They're all McLosing It.
At least, they were.
Then they catch sight of one another, and suddenly.... the world has stopped.
None of them are exactly traditional, but they make it work. Mihawk is in ruffles and frills, accenting the sleek lines of his body in black and ruby, with slim cut pants and high boots which only serve to make his figure that much more imposingly ethereal. Crocodile opts for suits on a normal day, but this one is different in the cut and style, muted but bold, glimmering but softer, a much more subtle display of wealth and poise which makes him ooze charisma like snake oil. And Buggy has forgone a suit all together, opting instead for a gown, a mermaid cut dress which hugged his curves perfectly, fabric shimmering between violet and red depending on the light with a silvery blazer openly draped and held across his shoulders via a rainbow of beads which matched the colorful hair pins holding his curls from his face and neck.
All three are breathless when they see one another, and suddenly the words are there - odd to an outsider, certainly, but true to the heart in a way visible to all.
Mihawk's short vow is met with a bark of laughter from Crocodile, a silvery giggle from Buggy.
Buggy's rambling stuttered mess becomes teary and he's suddenly bitching about his eyeliner running. Mihawk and Crocodile both crack smiles, even as Mihawk wordlessly passes over a handkerchief and Crocodile makes a comment on looking into waterproof liner later on together - mascara too, he mentions casually, because the brand Buggy likes released a new line a exile back, they'll look into it.
Crocodile's is bemoaning his taste in men, but it's oozing warmth, and when he catches himself getting a little too mushy in public, he actually blushes and scoffs. Mihawk and Buggy look delightfully on with impish smiles.
It's weird and off and anything but typical, but it feels so incredibly real to those involved.
Maybe a little too real to some...
Of course the shenanigans that ensue during their "honeymoon" are another thing entirely.... 👀
#buggy the clown#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#cross guild polycule#marriage of convenience#enemies to friends to fake married to lovers#shanks is watching this go down btw with a wine glass of rum like#“these bitches gay! good for them!”#gender nonconforming buggy
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I absolutely adore your thoughts on Buggy and Sea Shanties. So I'd like to share an inspiration and a thought, Tale of the Shadow by Sail North.
What if that's the treasure Buggy seaked when he was younger and just as the lyrics he found it but the crew he put together was not loyal like his cannon lot so they where killed but the Shadow took a liking to Buggy after he survived. I'm imagining him flirting with the ship helped in that regard. Buggy captain of the Shadow.
Okay but that would he SUCH a good take. ((I love Sail North honestly you are fueling my obsession yesss)).
Consider maybe instead of Buggy actively SEARCHING for it, he stumbled across it. And the Shadow being less of a Prize To Be Sought and more of a grim omen, a harbinger of sea stories, among the many Buggy knows by heart.
His first crew, the ones cobbled together so soon after his first abandoned him - I'm honestly thinking they were sort of thrown together and Buggy took charge as he tends to do. And the rest fall in line at a surface level but only insofar as completing their goals. Buggy knows, he can see it, but really the only people he's ever had in his life who took him and his wants semi-seriously are dead or dead-to-him at that point. He doesn't care. It's a means to an end, he tells himself. He's using them as much as they're using him - no, he's using them more! In the flashiest of ways!!
And then they happen across a fog. And Buggy can Feel something out there that's Looking and Searching and Calling. He is absolutely not about that, no sir. He gives the orders to sail westward, navigating by the stars and not the log pose which is wobbling steadily to that Other Presence. The crew, if they can even be called that, are not happy with the order.
Buggy by this point is young still, maybe sixteen thereabouts at most, and he is the youngest on the ship. And the smallest. And seems the weakest.
He is not, the group learns terrifyingly quickly. He is thin, fast, skilled with a blade and smarter than he pretends to be. He's got experience under his belt and on his side against opponents bigger, stronger, better than him - and he's used to being outnumbered too.
The fight takes time and Buggy soon gets hit with a lucky shot, sending him sprawling to the deck and nearly crushed beneath ratty boots and cruel laughter. He is panting against the wood, straining to get up, to move, to fight or flee-
And he freezes.
The Presence is back and it's stronger than ever, right on top of them. It's only his resistance to Conquerors Haki which keeps him from so much as fluttering an eyelid under the sudden pressure choking the men and women alike on his ship.
Not many have the nerve to approach my hull with so little awareness.
Buggy goes still at the soft voice while the other's scatter, scramble, search for the interloper. They shout demands for the person to show themselves. Buggy merely pushes himself up enough to bow properly. That is no person, he knows, not in the way these bozos think.
There's a sudden whirl of air, rigging springing into motion, ropes and sails unwinding to snatch bodies and cut voices into choked gargling frenzies.
Buggy does not move. His head aches, his body sore, but his mind is racing over contingency after contingency. He needs to think, needs to figure out a way to survive this unholy clusterfuck of a situation-
He freezes as he catches a black intangible hem from his periphery.
A hand touches his head, soft despite the carnage swaying above by their will.
So small you are, little star, and yet so brightly you shine in the gloom...
A hand takes his chin, tilts his head up. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut.
Look upon me, star child.
"N-No," he declares decisively, though not impolitely. "It is disrespectful for mortals to meet the gaze of Spirits."
Ohhh, how bright you are, little star. What say the waves to my hull, what say the winds to my sails, that by which you are known?
He thinks for a moment, carefully, then answers. "I am called Buggy."
Oh, my sweet, my darling, how interesting you are, how clever, how wise for your sweet short years. By what means have the Fates forged a mind and soul like this? Such a gift to my heart, so intriguing.
"... what..." He licks his lips. "What say the sea, the winds, to that which you are called?"
... I am called many things, my junebug. But now? This Era knows me as The Shadow... but you knew that, didn't you?
"..."
Hm~ Yes. You will do nicely.
"What- aAA-!!"
Shhh, sleep, my sweet, let my love fill your pores and lungs. Dream sweetly under my spells and carry the blackened blessing of my Self with you into the Beginning and End. You, sweet Buggy, are destined for great things. I will carry you there, so long as you carry me in turn...
Buggy screamed into the wooden planks as blackness swallowed his senses, burning and baptizing his cells. The only thing he was aware of was the soft hand in his hair, the whispered assurances like dripping ink, and the pain.
Buggy was swallowed whole on a ship in the fog, cradled by a faceless being and guarded by corpses.
He awakens some time later on his ship, battered and damaged, dirty but warm under the warm, blazing sun. The rigging is damaged, the bodies gone. Buggy is alone, but, he finds sometime later, not unscathed. Staring back from the backs of his hands are two inky stylized emblems. The eyes stare into the air and space, offset by his skin.
He shudders.
He takes to wearing gloves.
He doesn't notice until weeks later that sometimes his shadow will smile at him, warm, loving, intelligent.
He learns more in the ensuing time, but not a word of it is ever breathed to another person.
One does not speak of deals with the fae, after all.
#buggy the clown#thank you for the ask ilysm#i maaaay have gotten too into it whoopsies~#buggy baby beloved#one piece#shaking the bars of my cage#i love he#witchy answers!!#my bean#buggy d clown#pirates pirates pirates#sea shanties
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A Captain’s Love
A fully colored digital comic of the Strawhats from One Piece.
The first page only contains a panel with the words "A Captain's Love.“
The second page shows Luffy and Nami holding hands and smiling at each other. Pictured underneath is a close-up of their interlinked hands and the gray silhouette of a person asking "So, are you guys dating?" Another panel shows Nami's reaction: an appalled expression on her face and "huh?" written in bold red letters.
The second page depicts Luffy sitting on Zoro's lap, happily eating meat while Zoro is drinking. Next to them is a gray silhouette again, asking: "isn't that weird?" At the bottom of the page is Zoro's reaction: an intimidating glare with "WHAT" spelled out in big red capital letters behind him.
The third page contains a drawing of Luffy and Usopp, sleeping on spread out blankets and pillows on the floor while cuddling. Again, the silhouette of a person is in the corner, remarking: "you know what people might think." Usopp's reaction in an extra panel is giving the person a deeply disapproving side-eye, asking "oh yeah...?"
The fourth page depicts Luffy tighly hugging Robin while lifting her in the air as both of them are grinning. The gray silhouette of a person is asking: "Are you really gonna let him act like that with your girlfriend?" Pictured underneath is Franky, deeply confused expression on his face, only responding with a bewildered "uhh...."
The last panel shows Luffy, grinning and holding his hat. The asexual and the aromantic flag are pictured behind him.
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Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.
Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.
Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.
When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.
He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.
Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.
He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.
It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.
Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.
Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."
"What?"
"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."
The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.
Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."
"Excuse me-?!"
"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."
Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.
"So the clown is in mourning."
"Yes."
".... why?"
"...... ....... it is September."
"And?"
"The 28th."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."
Silence falls.
The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.
".... I see."
"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."
"............. Hawkeye."
"What?"
"He was on the King's crew."
"Yes, this has been established."
"Why?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."
"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."
"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."
"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."
"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."
Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."
"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."
"How would we confirm it?"
"Just ask me, maybe?"
Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.
He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."
"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"
Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."
Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.
The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.
#buggy#buggy the clown#one piece#cross guild#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#buggy is a roger pirate#sea shanties my beloved#i am so eepy#send help
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Random Buggy ideas because clown brainrot and work has me on a wicked out schedule
• Buggy has a frankly insane pain tolerance, and most of his responses where he cries is less because of the physical pain and more the embarrassment and psychological aspect.
• even over twenty years after the fact, he still has nightmares from events in his childhood, specifically wars, the execution, and abandonment from his first crew
• his hands are honestly covered in scars. Some are from blades, before he ate his Devil Fruit, some are burn scars, some are jagged lacerations and puncture wounds that he can't stand to look at much.
• he's actually really good in a fight. His philosophy is to live to see another day, so if running means survival, he'll run. If running isn't an option, he's not above fighting dirty. He's a pirate, not a seas damned Saint. He's pretty clever too, so he uses his brain more in a fight than brute strength.
• I really love the concept of Buggy having borderline personality disorder, both bc it fits and also because I'm gonna project. He splits pretty often, and Shanks is his Favorite Person. He hates it. He loves it. He's frothing.
• on that note though, Shanks is always patient with Buggy. He calls Buggy his sea, and on bad splits, he tells/asks Buggy to ride the wave with him. He understands it's not always something Buggy can control, and so he is as supportive as he can be. He loves Buggy in every phase, the lovey-dovey, the furious, the sad, the apathetic, the Everything-At-Once. He only dislikes when Buggy is hurting or overwhelmed.
• they're both multilingual BTW. Buggy took to languages easier than Shanks on the Oro, but Shanks was raised from infancy speaking Common and Roger taught him his own mother tongue. He goes on to learn another language or two, but Buggy seemingly made a goal of learning every language possible.
• Buggy has a painted egg. Iyktyk.
I'm running outta time before my shift so I'll leave it off there. Ily have a wonderful day, my darlings!!!!
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Omega Buggy Hours
• his normal scent is pretty mild all things considered, but he works with his chemicals and stuff so much that he typically smells like his workshop and sea salt. But beneath it all, his natural scent is like freshly baked lemon cake, something vaguely vanilla.
• he doesn't really have the urge and drive to have kids of his own, but he does adopt most of his crew into his pack.
• the Buggy pirates on their own are a pack, and they all answer to their captain. Socially, it's highly uncommon for a pack to be lead by an Omega, but their crew is already absolutely off the rails from normal anyway. They're all happy with it.
• the one and only time a newer Alpha tried to usurp Buggy, the crew began absolutely cackling. Buggy humored him. He even offered an old school brawl. It lasted four minutes, and three of which were Buggy toying with him before wiping the floor with his ass. Cabaji knows better now.
• Crocodile and Mihawk, upon joining up with Buggy's group, still do not know that the clown is an Omega. It was known in Impel Down, but the preventions for mating there boil down to a typical collar and medications as meal times (when they were remembered). Croc just knew Buggy had a collar. Some Betas even got those. Buggy kept his on out of choice and self preservation.
• Mihawk inevitably called Shanks one night on Karai Bari, dramatically yet stoically bemoaning the clown and his antics, wondering aloud why none of the visibly and obviously stronger Alphas in his group ever Challenged him. Shanks laughs, then goes serious when he says, "be careful if you decide to do it. You really would not enjoy what happens next." Mihaw takes it as an allusion to the responsibility. It is not.
• Luffy absolutely knows Buggy is an Omega but he also could not be paid to give a single fuck. Why would he? He was raised by an Beta woman who commanded her bandits, of which included all sorts. His big brother is an Beta (Ace) and an Alpha (Sabo) and he's an Omega himself. He doesn't care. Gender doesn't equal strength. Shanks taught him that, too (even if he already kinda knew)!
• Buggy's Heats are sporadic - a byproduct of his mental and physical conditions. They're... essentially akin to menstrual cycles, where ovulation and hormonal influxes occur.
• Croc and Mihawk, when they find out the Truth, are flabbergasted, and have a brief stint where they both make an attempt at Manners. Buggy explodes at them for it. They argue. Buggy proposes a mild Challenge - not for control or dominion over the Pack, but to prove a point. They agree.
• Buggy actually has time to plan, plot and arrange the exchange - his specialty. The thing about Buggy is that his talents lie less in all out brawls and more in stuff akin to espionage and tampering. Crocodile goes first, and Buggy takes him down and out within the hour. Mihawk suspects the other of holding back until he sees the expression and flush on Crocodile's face.
• they flip from Polite Manners to Blatantly Pining within an evening. Buggy doesn't even notice. They're both weird, even for Alphas, so he just thinks the new normal is a weird middle ground where they tolerate him but don't belittle him.
• Mihawk calls Shanks, half drunk one night, and asks for advice on courting. Shanks barely holds back the smug I told you so, and instead he asks if the one the dark haired man is interested in is more into traditional practices or more... whimsical things. The smirk is still very much blatant though.
• Crocodile meanwhile is so angry and annoyed and aroused, a dangerous combination. He starts buying little generic gifts and just. Either throwing them at Buggy with a scowl or leaving them in his room.
• frankly, it's a whole hot mess.
• Buggy goes to his squad for advice, and is blindsided when Galdino just casually goes "Oh it seems like they're courting you"
"They're WHAT"
• awkward pining. Stupid gay old men.
• Buggy decides enough is enough eventually and outright asks them if they like him. Crocodile sputters. Mihaw agrees, no hesitation. Buggy nods, grabs Mihawk and yanks him into a kiss. Croc gets his turn right after.
• Shanks wants to he invited to the wedding.
• Luffy ALSO wants to be invited to the wedding.
• Rayleigh and Crocus both don't even know there is a wedding to be invited to until Buggy sheepishly calls them and the next day there are two old men on the island like "where is my little boy"
Just.... shenanigans teehee
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Okay time for that marineford au I considered
Essentially just. The whole situation with Sengoku and Garp, where the latter point blank is pinned to the ground and begs Senny not to let him go-
Garp who is flawed and makes poor decisions. Garp who has put his job above most other things the majority of his life. Garp who lost touch with his son by these decisions, Garp who took in Ace (one of the biggest betrayals to the institution he has ever done), Garp who hid him and Luffy both away, Garp who pushed and pushed and pushed for them to become Marines because that was the only option he could fathom to keep them safe and keep his power over the situation, Garp who made bad choices with the best intentions-
Garp has lost one grandson already to the people he is meant to serve.
Garp had to watch on as Ace knelt on an execution platform, dead eyed and terrified - not of his own death, no, but of deaths of the people who showed up for him.
Garp had to watch as one grandson was nearly taken while another ran full throttle through a war ground to save the other. He accepts the hit and hits the ground in a mix of allowance and genuine pain. Luffy doesn't always know his own strength, especially when someone is between him and his goal.
Garp goes down and he prays to every deity he can think of that his boys will be safe.
Akainu moves, and Garp moves to lunge. Sengoku shoves him into the stone ground, cracking the rock and pinning him in place. And Garp? Garp is Done.
He has lost his son. He lost a grandson. He lost friends, he lost so much in name of the greater good, but is it even 'good' if all it reaps is suffering? After all the things he's done, is he even a good man?
He's made so many choices for the Marines that keep him up at night.
He refuses to continue that cycle.
He turns his head, eyes livid, and he snarls, "I will not lose them, Sengoku. Not like Rosi. If you value me at all, you will let me up."
And Sengoku... falters. He hasn't heard that name aloud in far too long, and he is taken aback. That's all Garp needs.
Akainu is closing in. Luffy is down, his tiny tank of a body finally crashing in the chaotic mess of the past few days, culminating at the worst possible time. Garp is still too far away, but he can see the moment Ace's eyes change, can see when his oldest grandchild makes his decision and moves.
So Garp moves faster.
Ace blocks Luffy with his body, anticipating the burning agony with welcoming arms if only to keep his baby brother spared the fate. Luffy is gaping up at him, and he tries a smile to the pale little face staring up to him. There is warmth at his back and it takes a moment to realize the haki signature is familiar, wraps around him in a way he hasn't felt in over a decade. Luffy is not looking at him anymore, he realizes. He turns his head.
Garp is back to back with Ace. He is staring down Akainu, a hole carved and cauterized in his gut. There is blood from his mouth, staining his chin, and yet even the magma now nestled in his abdomen holds no candle to the fire burning in his eyes. Akainu sneers at Garp, mouth opening to spit a comment on treachery and betrayal.
Garp's fist moves faster. Haki covers his flesh and knuckles, cracking across the admiral's face while his other hand holds the man by the collar to keep him in place. One, two three blows are delivered before Garp shifts, lifting and flinging the magma user towards the sea.
Ace stares. Luffy hiccups. Garp turns, staggering. Just as his knees buckle, both both lunge to him, lowering and supporting his weight. Garp clings, hands cupping their heads, pulling them close.
"I'm sorry," he chokes around the blood. "I am so sorry."
The battlefield is quiet, either literally or metaphorically, none of the three know. All they can know at the moment is grasping hands and burning eyes and aching hearts. Luffy curls as close as he can to Garp, huddled close as he can, limbs loose and throbbing. Ace is staring is disbelief.
"You boys..." Garp coughs. "Are my treasure."
"Gramps...?"
"No, Lu. Let grandpa finish..." He gives them both a squeeze. "I made... so many decisions.... ones I never should have." He turns his head, meets Ace's eyes. "Taking you in, calling you mine... that was one of the best decisions I ever made. Portgas D. Ace... you are mine. My grandson. My boy. And I am so... so fucking proud of the man you have become." He takes a shuddering breath. "Your roots do not define... who or how you grow. Whatever you become, you will be perfect. And you will be mine. And I will love you with all I have."
Ace's hiccuping sobs are quiet but jarring. Garp turns to Luffy.
"Lu... my baby, my boy." He cups the teen's cheek, thumb tracing a mirror to the scar on his face. "Since the day you were born, I knew you were destined for wonderful things. I'm sorry for the hurt I have caused. I'm sorry for the things I left unsaid. But you and your brother? You are the best things I have ever chosen. I chose you as a baby. I choose you know. I know you will shake the Seas and Heavens with your laughter, and I will laugh along with you." He pressed his forehead to Luffy's head, pulling Ace closer to cradle both boys close enough to feel their shaking breaths to his throat. He shuddered at the cloying cold that snaked up his bones.
The two boys clung hard to him, even as he began to sag. Between them both, they supported his weight, babbling pleas falling from chapped and bloodied lips.
"It has been... my greatest honor," he choked out, "to raise... the young princes of the sea." He gave them a weak smile. "May the waves carry you far," he recited weakly.
Ace choked. Luffy wailed. Both of them pressed closer, but finished the rite. "And may the winds carry your voice from the heavens."
Garp chuckled. He paid no mind to the blood that bubbled in his mouth from it. He gave them one final squeeze, a weak flex which was nothing like his normal strength.
Two grieving boys cradled the waning life of the grandfather on a war ground.
And with one sacrifice, the tides and paths laid out by Fate skewed.
Monkey D Garp gripped the rights bestowed to him by initial and forced the fates to obey.
A life for a life, an exchange of blood, and overhead, seagulls bathed in black screeched their agreement into the winds and waves and foam. A Deal was struck, the world shuddered, and with one decision, the very fabric of their reality unraveled a tapestry to weave into something new.
At the center of it all was a scarlet ribbon, an orange spark and a spiral of blue.
None on that glorified graveyard knew it then, but the blood of a vice admiral baptized a boy who would be king, purified a boy who renounced his crown, and moved to awaken a slumbering beast Seas away.
#marineford au#ace lives au#monkey d garp#monkey d. luffy#portgas d ace#revolutionary sabo#asl brothers#owo whats this#im so tired#send coffee
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Okay but LITERALLY
Depending on Shuggy Flavor Of The Preference, for this I feel very adamant on queer platonic where Shanks is just like "Okay but CAN I COME-?"
Buggy is... actually considering it. But he isn't the only one with a History with Shanks, so he goes to Crocodile and Mihawk, the latter especially. He shares the message to him, he explains his thought process, and he earnestly asks their opinions and clarifies that he wants them honestly. Mihawk blinks, turns his head to attempt to hide a blush.
Crocodile is Thinking.
They make plans, and the wedding has become public knowledge so all the mercenaries are aware of it. Croc and Hawk are both mildly impressed and offended when they get a few near-shovel talks from some of the more protective inhabitants of the isle.
The wedding is planned as a bit mix of all their tastes, the baroque embellishments for Crocodile, a Gothic twist and darker color scheme for Mihawk and the tasteful pops of color for Buggy.
It's actualy.... rather fun.
The twobdark haired men thought it would be a hassle at best, but the planning is going relatively smoothly and they soon find that Buggy does some of his best work under pressure with a framework in place.
On my lunch break but a Thought-
Let's say Big Mom is trying so hard to get Buggy in her web. She's offering so much to get him as a son in law. She's tried everything, girls around his age, girls younger, girls older - then one day she has an Idea. She offers a son.
Karai Bari by this point is rolling with the delivery service, and in the time it takes the Navy and Crocodile+Mihawk to swoop in, the letter is in transit. Postal services take TIME. So it's maybe a month after Cross Guild has been established, and tempers have cooled enough. Big Mom's letter gets lost in post, and Buggy notices the absence of a letter and doesn't get upset - he's arguably happy about it. He HATES them.
A few months pass. Bonds are forged. Then Buggy gets a SLEW of letters. All from Big Mom, all offering hands in marriage. Most are men, some are a few women, and the age rages span a decent chunk. Buggy is complaining loudly about it, face down to the table and groaning. Mihawk, unimpressed, arches a brow when Crocodile grabs the papers and reads one. Then he blanches.
They argue over it for a while. Crocodile is adamant that a strong ally like that could be beneficial. Mihawk is ominously silent. Buggy is very vehemently against it, blushing and spluttering. Croc, in uncharacteristic leniency, doesn't push very hard. He's fighting this odd feeling in his abdomen. Indigestion, he's sure.
Big Mom receives his declination to all, and she is Done. She's running out of kids, but not out of options. She sends back a thinly veiled threat. He WILL be hers, one way or another.
Enter Cross Guild Panic. The men are vibrating, thinking she's desperate for Buggy for his power and prestige (he refuses to tell them that they're... not that wrong.) Mihawk and Crocodile are very not happy with this.
Leave it to Mihawk then to propose an alternative. "She wants you married into her fold," he announces apropos nothing, wine in hand. "She could not argue if you are already married."
"She could-"
"Not if you are married to a powerful person or two."
"... what."
"Did I misspeak? Marry one or both of us, Clown. We are in this together. May as well reap the benefits thereof."
Anyway, marriage of convenience to friends to lovers
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want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons
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On my lunch break but a Thought-
Let's say Big Mom is trying so hard to get Buggy in her web. She's offering so much to get him as a son in law. She's tried everything, girls around his age, girls younger, girls older - then one day she has an Idea. She offers a son.
Karai Bari by this point is rolling with the delivery service, and in the time it takes the Navy and Crocodile+Mihawk to swoop in, the letter is in transit. Postal services take TIME. So it's maybe a month after Cross Guild has been established, and tempers have cooled enough. Big Mom's letter gets lost in post, and Buggy notices the absence of a letter and doesn't get upset - he's arguably happy about it. He HATES them.
A few months pass. Bonds are forged. Then Buggy gets a SLEW of letters. All from Big Mom, all offering hands in marriage. Most are men, some are a few women, and the age rages span a decent chunk. Buggy is complaining loudly about it, face down to the table and groaning. Mihawk, unimpressed, arches a brow when Crocodile grabs the papers and reads one. Then he blanches.
They argue over it for a while. Crocodile is adamant that a strong ally like that could be beneficial. Mihawk is ominously silent. Buggy is very vehemently against it, blushing and spluttering. Croc, in uncharacteristic leniency, doesn't push very hard. He's fighting this odd feeling in his abdomen. Indigestion, he's sure.
Big Mom receives his declination to all, and she is Done. She's running out of kids, but not out of options. She sends back a thinly veiled threat. He WILL be hers, one way or another.
Enter Cross Guild Panic. The men are vibrating, thinking she's desperate for Buggy for his power and prestige (he refuses to tell them that they're... not that wrong.) Mihawk and Crocodile are very not happy with this.
Leave it to Mihawk then to propose an alternative. "She wants you married into her fold," he announces apropos nothing, wine in hand. "She could not argue if you are already married."
"She could-"
"Not if you are married to a powerful person or two."
"... what."
"Did I misspeak? Marry one or both of us, Clown. We are in this together. May as well reap the benefits thereof."
Anyway, marriage of convenience to friends to lovers
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Okay CoraBug hours where we look at canon, go HAH No, and carry on bc I Do Not See It
Buggy and Cora being absolutely the schmooziest, goofiest couple ever.
Cora and Buggy experimenting with makeup looks together.
They each have an Egg Each, but they have each other's eggs, or they both make two each so one can have the second egg on hand for long distance stints.
Long denden calls and writing letters to each other.
Sengoku having several attacks of just as many varieties because his son is dating a pirate and it's THAT pirate as well and he's So Fucking Angry bc Buggy isn't even all that bad, he HATES it-
Uncle Garp. The shenanigans there. Need I say more?
Shanks telling Buggy about Luffy and it goes "my brother adopted the grandson of my boyfriend's honorary uncle" and you can see the smoke coming from his ears.
Cora and Buggy were childhood sweethearts, and Shanks ABSOLUTELY gave Cora a shovel talk. Roger also gave Cora a shovel talk. Rayleigh played psychological warfare as a test (Cora passed).
They do shows together and their favorites are acrobatics and aerials.
Buggy has forbade Cora from fire stunts, so Cora simply watches Buggy do them and drools respectfully. (In his defense, Buggy is VERY skilled with batons and dragon staffs.)
Devil Fruits have something they need to Feed or things that Feed the fruits. For some, it's foods, some it can be abated with tobacco. Cora uses his cigarettes and Buggy runs on sugar.
Cora is actually a very clean person and prefers unscented soaps, he just has a skill for always looking freshly mugged in an alleyway. Buggy meanwhile is a neat freak who changes up his soaps frequently, but always within a certain brand/maker rotation bc he has sensitive skin.
Drawbacks Of Devil Fruits My Beloved - they're both more lethargic in highly humid weather, or in the rain. Cora's sleepier overall when stuff gets to that point, but Buggy runs a higher risk of getting sick as a result.
Buggy sometimes has Bad Brain Days, be it an episode or he's overstimulated. Regardless, when he needs Space, he'll shimmy under Cora's feathered coat and Cora will cast a bubble for them with just enough muted input to calm Buggy down but not trigger his intrusive thoughts.
Likewise, when Cora is in Cover And Perform Mode, Buggy will gently lead him away and pull the other down to his chest, ear over his heart, and will just... talk. Random, unimportant things like "Oh I heard dinner will be this tonight" or "I've been thinking of getting x, y, z tools for the ring". Just stuff to ground him, she he isn't alone, that things are okay and fine and safe.
They have prank wars. Ritchie always wins. Nobody knows how.
Cora will straight up scruff Buggy like a cat when he gets angry and stabby.
Buggy will climb Cora like a tree when he feels playful.
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Buggy: They call it committing murder because it's a commitment. It's stronger than marriage.
Cora:
Buggy:
Cora: babe, no-
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Cora: I could kill you if I wanted.
Buggy: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special
Cora:
Buggy:
Cora: I love you-
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Buggy: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*
Cora: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?
Buggy: I—
Buggy: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.
Cabaji, who just wanted to eat his lunch in peace:
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Buggy: BE A BETTER PERSON!
Cora: WHY?!
Buggy: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!
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Cora: *sighs*
Buggy: You bored?
Cora: Yeah.
Buggy: Wanna start drama for no reason?
Cora: I thought you’d never ask.
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Cora: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.
Buggy: This is a lie.
Buggy: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.
Buggy: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.
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Buggy: What’s your favorite color?
Cora: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.
Buggy: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?
Cora: My favorite color is pink.
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Context: Roger and Garp having a play date, Shanks and Mihawk are sitting to the side while Buggy is doing smth mundane across the beach when Cora descends on the swordmen
Cora: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Buggy is? Because Buggy is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.
Mihawk:
Shanks:
Cora:
Mihawk: wh-
Shanks: YEAH!
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Buggy: I'm very scary.
Cora: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.
Buggy: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.
Cora: And small.
Buggy:
Buggy: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.
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Buggy: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say!
Cora: You should say something else.
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Cora: What’s your body count?
Buggy: Do you mean sex or murder?
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Cora, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with several kids one day?
Buggy: …
Buggy: What’s in the box?
Cora: What woul-
Buggy: Cora, what’s in the box?
Cora: I think you know.
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Buggy: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?
Cora: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.
#corabug#buggy the clown#corazon rosinante#donquixote rosinante#clown on clown kissing#incorrect quotes
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Regressor Buggy concepts to cope with my current stress (apartment complex is having work done which involves horrible drills and AAAAAAAA BADSOUNDBADSOUND -)
So let's gooooo
• Buggy doesn't really have an age range - or if he does, it's so wacked out bc of his baseline that he just goes "mmm shrug". Mihawk actually asked him about it because, after feeling Buggy's Haki shift the way it had the first time he was faced with the situation, he dove into research and books to figure out what it was, how to help, etc.
• Crocodile also looked into it a little more, but not to the same extent as Mihawk; or rather, not to that extent in theoretical knowledge. He looked into options for toys, clothes, etc. Their love languages are acts of service (Mihawk), and gift giving (Crocodile), so they do their best. They just happen to go overboard.
• Buggy has always been a clothes thief, so honestly when he's regressed, nothing makes him feel cozier than a too-big-button up. Especially if it's stolen. And smells safe. And the owner of said shirt is big, grumpy and chases him for it.
• Buggy's actually pretty low maintenance when regressed depending on Vibe. Often times, his idea of a good time is parallel play or coexisting comfortably. That can mean playing with his ropes or blocks while Croc does paperwork and Mihawk reads, or it can be cuddled up with a 'wani and reading himself or playing with his hair. Sensory seeking lil guy.
• Top Ten Nap Spots With Baby Bug:
1) Crocodile's Lap
2) Mihawk's bed
3) with Ritchie or his guavawani, Puppy
4) rafters
5) his bed, but specifically with all his plushies
6) bottom of Alvida's closet
7) hammocks
8) Shanks' bed
9) in the aerial silks
10) on the top level of the big storage loft in the meeting room.
• Buggy is the reigning champion of hide and seek - up to the game being semi-banned unless Mihawk is on the island and involved because Buggy's Haki is akin to a cloud and he's the only one who can track Bugs when he's regressed and hiding.
• Buggy isn't exactly a picky eater, but regressed he can come off as picky. In actuality, before being adopted by Roger, he didn't exactly have access to lots of food, and on the ship he would often forget to eat entirely without Shanks or someone else reminding him. Nowadays, he has a schedule to eat and still often forgets to do it. He just forgets more easily when he's little, and he gets easily distracted. Mihawk has gotten a bit of absystem down with small snacks and grazing habits, but sometimes Buggy's just... not interested in it.
• cat coded, ironically. He and Mihawk will fall asleep in warm patches of light and Crocodile will never admit to putting his coat over them. Not even when they return his coat.
#agere buggy#agere one piece#sfw agere#age regression#regressor buggy#caregiver crocodile#caregiver mihawk#baby bug supremacy
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Cross Guild Poly concept where the WG makes Seraphims of all the warlords - and I mean ALL of them.
Including Buggy, short tho his stint was on the register.
The idea had been that he must be a huge threat and so would have workable skills. They thought he would have a more malleable basis to expand on and turn into a mega weapon or, at the very least, an acceptable soldier.
They didn't account for his current persona being a fabrication, a performance, forged in fire and effort to show what he wants to show and to hide what he wants to hide. There is a reason Buggy went so long without being IDed as a Roger Pirate, why he lacked a bounty poster even on the most infamous crew of that era, how he survived that ship as a child.
Buggy has traumas and secrets he was ready to take to his grave.
Now there's a little white haired boy flanked by two other older boys on his island, drudging up any and every memory he wanted more than anything to leave in a dark corner of his mind.
Mihawk and Crocodile are in a similar boat, but they are not quite certain what to make of Buggy's reaction.
Nor, it turns out, the respect, care and adoration of their seraphim counterparts to the clown's.
S!Buggy, new name pending, is quiet, eyes sharp, voice hesitant. He's clingy, yes, but his gaze is is cold and assessing. He often times tucks himself being Angel, Croc's counterpart, or snuggled to Sparrow, Mihawk's, with golden eyes that feel frozen. He looks at people as threats, as prey, and Buggy does not flinch when that gaze hits him. He simply sighs.
He does not answer when asked about it.
Buggy just arranges for a room to be prepared for them. He also gives an order for extra blankets and pillows to be given as well, and for the location to have no more than two entry ways. He does not explain. The children just meet his gaze with something almost like understanding.
It breeds more questions than answers
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SanUso scratches a brain itch I cannot explain
Messy lineart, but I'm not too dissatisfied with the tentative anatomy. Would help if my hands didn't shake lmfaoooo
Sanji is a queen and I'm lov.
And Usopp looking on caught in 4k
@beanghostprincess I giveth thee,,,,,,,,, fruit cakes
#sanuso#trans sanji#transfem sanji#tw: smoking#my art#i need to work on my stuff anyway so have my messy sketchy shit#I Know What You Are
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