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happybird16 · 5 hours
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Little Levi ripped a man's head in half with his bare hands
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How much strength would that take holy shit
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alifelongpassed · 3 months
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Hunting in the shadowdark must be a lot of fun.
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ronkeyroo · 1 year
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❌ CARNAGE (Tw; blood/gore)
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desilusionn · 1 year
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Vibe check from god
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tronuskip666 · 12 days
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Oh he mad, look at him go!!
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ijwrsmff · 8 months
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hii<3 can we get a buggy x reader hurt/comfort where buggy accidentally hurts reader but makes up for it with something sweet so just (again) a lot of fluff at the end~ (i loved your other writing for buggy 🩷)
THANK YOUUUUUUU! That Buggy post got a lot of love, I'm so happy people like Buggy as much as I do XD
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A party was a party! Everyone on Buggy’s crew were drinking, singing, breaking bottles, and just all around being wild animals. You were no exception to that, having downed a few drinks yourself. Simply enjoying the party for what it was. What were you celebrating? You were sure there was a reason, but it seemed everyone forgot the second the booze was brought out. 
You hadn’t seen your captain in a while, but you weren’t too worried. He tended to get a little out of hand at these daily parties, always wanting to be the center of attention. He was pretty good at it too, with shows and jokes, a lot of clownery. 
After a while, you were pretty buzzed. Some of your other crewmates were absolutely shitfaced. Also not unexpected. Even Cabaji, who always drank less than the rest, was passed out on the ground with a half empty bottle in his hand. Another crewmate walked up to him with the intent to finish off the unfinished drink, but Cabaji clung to it even tighter and growled at the man. Literally. Growled. 
It was a pretty good time, but everyone started cheering when they saw Buggy climbing up to the crow’s nest. He could practically fly, but despite that fact, he was climbing. Clearly drunk out of his mind. Everyone could hear his cackling as he ascended, and finally reached the top. 
“HOW ARE MY FREAKS ENJOYING THIS LITTLE SIESTA! Or…was it fiesta…ESTA! THIS ESTA!” It made the few of you on the crew that even knew minimal amounts of spanish chuckle at the incorrect usage of the words. Everyone cheered regardless, and Buggy took one last swig of his now empty bottle and threw both his hands in the air. “TO…what are we celebrating again?” He looked deep in thought but the look was gone in an instant. “TO THE FUTURE KING OF THE PIRATES!” 
The cheering continued, and Buggy jumped up and down a couple times and tried to take a drink from the empty bottle. Obviously, there was nothing in it so he threw it down to the deck. However, luck was not on your side at that particular moment. Out of everyone on the crew, the bottle was flung directly to your face, breaking the bottle and possibly your nose at the same time. 
The shock caused you to fall down and remove any remaining glass from your face. It hurt, but you’ve felt worse. Mostly from marine battles, or even from other pirates. But the shock made it hurt even more. Somehow, you weren’t even as shocked as Buggy and the crew. There was complete and utter silence, and Buggy’s eyes were wide. 
Not wanting to ruin the party, you laughed with a wince, “Good throw captain! Right in the face!” It made some crewmates laugh loudly, and others just chuckle awkwardly. Especially knowing how the captain felt about you. They didn’t want to have a bottle thrown at their faces on PURPOSE! 
You stood and stretched, not wanting to show your pain in front of these guys. “Welp! I better go get cleaned up. TO THE FUTURE KING OF THE PIRATES!” You yelled with a laugh, and handed your drink to the closest crew member. They all cheered, and the party resumed. 
The walk to your room was short, but as you approached the door a hand stopped you. Just a hand. No body attached. There was only one person in the world who could do that, and you smiled until you turned and saw Buggy walking towards you with a way-too-serious face. For a brief moment you thought he was mad at you. 
“Captain? What’s wrong?” You said, and it made him smile for just a second. Of course you had a potentially broken nose because of him, and were still checking on him before yourself. “If it’s about my face, don’t worry about it. Remember when we were at that last island and fought the marines? Man, that one guy sure packed a punch!” And you laughed, but he didn’t laugh with you. 
“Shut up.” He said, and you flinched at the tone. “Come on.” He reattached his hand and walked towards his captain’s quarters. The walk was silent, and you had to wonder what you did wrong. You tried thinking of anything it could be, but you were drawing a blank. 
“Captain?” He pulled you into his room, and shoved you on the bed. You sat on the end with a confused face. “Captain?” You repeated, wondering what he was trying to do here. Why did he look so mad? “Seriously, the marines punch harder than any bottle, I’m fine re-”
He cut you off, “SHUT UP!” He grabbed something from his desk and returned to you. But this time…he looked broken. “I know the marines punch hard…but a marine didn’t do this. I did.” Buggy reached for your face with a rag, and began cleaning the blood off. It was quiet, and neither of you knew what to say. 
He cleaned the blood for a while, and groaned when one particular spot on your forehead kept bleeding. “I…” He said, but he looked more and more pained seeing the shape your face was in, “I’M SO SORRY!” He yelled and it made you jump at the sudden volume of his voice. 
���Captain…” You started, only to be cut off once again. 
“Not captain. We’re alone.” He peeled a shard of glass from your face, and threw it aside. He would surely step on it later, but that’s a problem for future Buggy. You almost tried to remove his hand from your face, but he glared to stop you. “I know you can do it your damn self, but I don’t care. I’m doing it.” 
“R-right. Sorry…Buggy.” It wasn’t necessarily a rule that you not call him Buggy in front of the crew, but he did tend to get flustered when you said it. He didn’t wanna show that weakness in front of the people he commanded. And even now, his face turned a bit pinker when he heard his name coming from your mouth. 
“I’m sorry…” He muttered, as he wrapped your head after cleaning up what he could. He didn’t apologize often, so it meant a lot to the both of you that he said it not once…but twice. 
“It’s okay…” You reached up and cradled his face, “I know you didn’t mean to.” With a heartwarming smile on your face, he felt compelled to smile back. “You’d never hurt me on purpose, I’m not upset. I promise.” And you put a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss his nose. 
Now his entire face was the same as his nose. “H-hey! Stop it!” He stuttered, and “tried” to pull away. He didn’t at all really want to, but he was trying to make it seem like he did. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, w-stop!” He muttered as you continued to press kisses upon kisses to his face. 
“I’ll never stop!” And you playfully laughed, pressing kisses to his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. When you pulled back, he was pouting. “Awww! Buggy, you're so cute when you’re flustered!” Teasing him was just so fun. Especially because he tended to tease you back. 
“Shut up!” He ran a thumb over the bandage on your face and leaned down to kiss the bandage. Buggy tried to regain his composure, but it was shaky. “Hey…now maybe you’ll have a nose just like mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and you both laughed. 
“I’d love to have your nose. One of my favorite things about you!~” As you leaned up and kissed his lips. He melted. Absolutely melted. He kissed back with passion, and eventually pulled away to lift you up and place you at the head of the bed. He laid down with you, and pulled you into his arms under the covers. 
“Shut up. You’re hurt. So sleep. Brat.” Though he winked to show he wasn’t actually upset. Just concerned. He ran his hands across your back and massaged your scalp. “...I do…love you though.” And he buried his face in your neck so you couldn’t see his embarrassed face. 
“I love you too Buggy…thank you for taking care of me.” A yawn escaped, and you ended up falling asleep soon after. 
“And I always will. Always.” 
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wordycheeseblob · 4 months
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tallest-bathwater · 5 days
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добыча / prey
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blondegemini · 4 months
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The blonde stood before the desiccating body before her, holding the blood filled stake up as tears filled her eyes. She'd not been expecting to have to go to such measures when she came here. But it had to be done they were following her, they attacked her, what else was she supposed to do? Josie was going to kill her she was changing the future even more than Hope was. They were going to be stuck here forever. They'd never know their lives as they were again, and the thought petrified her. ''I-I don't know what happened..''
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1strecomdejablue · 1 year
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Deja Blue - Navi; Colonel Miles Quaritch - Avatar: The Way of Water    
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veraberetta · 5 months
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Whitestone = Cleanslate
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happybird16 · 5 months
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Alpha!Gojo who has to keep the barrier of his infinity wrapped tightly around himself whenever you're around. You just smell too good, even when you're not in heat. It makes him feel wild, some animalistic insanity bubbling up beneath his skin to fill his veins with heat and need. Just the thought of it -the barest memory of your enticing scent from the first time he met you, before he'd immediately put up his infinity- makes his teeth ache, his canines sharpening with the urge to bite. To dig his claws into your skin, bury his teeth in your neck, and fuck you until you can't move. Until you're oozing with load after load of his cum, your neck bloody from his mark. His his his.
Sometimes he's tempted to drop the barrier, to inhale your sweet scent at the height of your heat, and just let it happen.
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shiroi---kumo · 6 months
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We love our tragedies We're both broken in our own little ways We're broken, but we fit together just right You know I saw the black inside your eyes I saw they were eclipsed by mine
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ronkeyroo · 1 year
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⋋  ᴀᴍᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ  ⋌
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jimjamjommeron · 1 year
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I'm sorry!
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tronuskip666 · 16 days
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Bloody little bastard
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