#Jester Writes

[jxsterr]

haha whaaat finish the fic youve been working on for like two months because you refuse to make an outline you say??! thats so funny anyway heres them kissing

#ill be freshly buried in my GRAVE when i finish this forbidden love fic #im a pantser i insist as i proceed to write one good page rawdogging it before getting stuck #im a pantser i say as i leave myself with more plot holes than PLOT #jester writes #(barely) #zelink #pre calamity #botw #legend of zelda

[delusional-mishaps]

How would error and nightmare react to their S/O who doesn’t celebrate their birthday?

error:

well... they don't get the whole birthday thing ANYWAY so it's... not really a big deal?

they also don't celebrate their birthday. i mean, they don't exactly remember when they were born... so they just. don't celebrate?

maybe a little confused. they thought birthdays were... important to humans? are they not?

their telenovelas make birthdays out to be better than they are 9 times out of 10

overall, doesn't really matter all that much to them. they may get/make you something small if they know what day your birthday is on, but otherwise they don't do much about it

nightmare:

nightmare also doesn't celebrate his own birthday.

he sees no point in doing so. it only brings up bad memories from when he was young and naïve and weak. brings up bad memories of his brother.

so, he doesn't pry why you don't.

you are the partner of a king. a very powerful king. he likes to spoil you in luxuries and gifts.

of course, if you dont want that, he won't push. he'll make you two a nice dinner, as he often does, and may treat you to one or two of your favourite indulgences, but that's it.

however, if you would let him...

man, you'd be rolling in expensive gifts.

he already gives you nice things on a regular basis, he'd jump at the chance to shower you with things.

giftmas always leaves your house cluttered until you figure out what to do with everything he gives you

however, if you strictly tell him to not give you anything, he wouldn't. he may be a little sulky about it, because he loves to spoil you, but he won't go against your wishes </3

he does still make a point to make himself free for the day. you know, in case you want to do something.

he knows you treat it as just another day, but he sees it as a reminder that you'll age out of existence some day. it's a reminder that he's fallen in love with a mortal, and he doesn't have eternity with you.

#ive grown as a person. im not using the nicknames i gave them anymore LMAOO #im queueing this for my own bday so when you see this!! hi!! its my bday!!! #how do you spell queue #i also dont celebrate my bday tho!! #i did last year cuz i finally turned the legal age to drink where i live #but thats the first time in a few years #anyway when this is posted. ill be 19 #whaddafuck #thats crazy im so old #error x reader #error sans #error sans x reader #nightmare #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare x reader #jester writes

[jester-jpeg]

Dec. 31, 2023 | 11:27pm | ashley paris

#poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #short poem #my poem #poem #love poem #sad poem #late night #late night writing #writing #writers #jester writes

[the-cinnamon-snail]

Okay being completely real now,

If I can't talk about them I will go feral.

Out Of The Woods, the first story I'm planning out with set writing time (summer break. Equivalent of 500 or so words a day to get to 40,000 words, which is my maximum limit if I want it to stay in novella territory and not enter novel territory), an outline, and a whole bunch of other things essential for writing that I skipped over or unconsciously already.

The first piece of my writing that I have talked to my parents about in depth. So the first one I'll be expected to show them.

Kind of anxious about that but it's fine, nothing that can't be done. Trix and Vic already seem so cool already, and I just feel the need to talk about it more. Sure, I guess that's what planning is for, but I want to do more than just that.

So, in conclusion,

You will listen to me talk about Out Of The Woods

(yes, this does mean question me on absolutely everything about it. no dumb or unnecessary questions, I want and need to know everything about these guys.)

#jester writes #sorta #sorta writing sorta not #just a warning that i am going to be thinking about the sillies for a bit. #out of the woods #just posts #guess what I'll do #reblog every six hours #its in my queue #because i get to be annoying about this

[thecourtjester12]

REQUESTS OPEN!

This is a thing, I'm terrible at explaining it (so i shall yoink my summary for this to explain it)

This is series for self-insert/ambiguous reader interacting with X characters. The interactions will be SFW and specifically about interacting with the character usually in a quiet one on one setting to do with the senses.

Sensory writing. This means things like touch, smell, hearing, sight. (I am NOT including taste.) And this can range from things like touching the character (non sexually!!! Again sfw) and generally just writing the senses and hyper focusing on them to do with said character, its meant to be a way to indulge in interacting with a character and relaxing through a guided experience.

Anywho, first one is planned to be Sun (SB specifically) and Requests on the series are open! You can send requests in through asks or comments on the fic itself! And for additional info on making requests, the first chap linked above will tell you all you need to know! ^-^ (Additionally I have another of this series seperate for TSAMS requests as well)

#jesterposts #jester writes #requests open #fnaf

[jesterrosa]

Phantom Thief

The sound of rattling chains filled the air as the guards dragged a young man down the stairs to the dungeons. “There’s no way you’re going to get out of here,” one guard sneered. “This prison was built especially for you, Phantom Thief.” There was no response as they fastened his cuffs to a bolt set in the wall, yanking his arms above his head. Robin watched them leave through half-lidded eyes, not really registering. He’d felt off all night, but he needed the money- his sister needed the money- so he had gone out regardless. And now he was locked in a cell, likely awaiting execution, because rich people were occasionally like that. At least he’d been allowed to keep his armor, although he was fairly sure that was because it was practically garbage in comparison to the guards’ decent-quality plate armor. Honestly, if he got to spit in the asshat’s face before he was killed, Robin- well, he wouldn’t die happy, but he’d certainly die less pissy about it all. <Do you want to live?> Robin jerked in his chains, looking around for the source of the echoing voice. “Who’s there?” he asked as loud as he dared. <I was named The Ark by mortal folk.> ...the Ark? Robin pursed his lips. Where have I heard that name before? Out loud, he asked, “Do you have a way out of here?” <Not in the way you’re thinking,> the Ark admitted. <But I can give you the ability to carve your own way out.> “I’m listening,” Robin replied slowly. <Just focus on my voice,> the Ark commanded.

#winds of destiny #wod robin #wod ark #the ark #jester writes #my writing #original characters #original work #the phantom thief #winds of destiny phantom thief #wodpt

[jennithejester]

Semi- Star Wars scroll sneaky peeky.

(I’ve been drinking wine so this may change who the shoe knows?)

#silco #silco appreciation post #silco fanfic #jester writes #silco x f!reader #silco x you #Silco x Xan #arcane silco #silco arcane #silco smut #well Silco smut soon

[jester-creates]

In honor of WIP Wednesday and the fact that I meant to release something for Halloween, here's a snippet from my next chapter of Shadows in the Night.

TW: train crash

While Rei was at his new school, the bustling subway below was operating as usual. People walked onto the next train that came into the station, just like normal. The passengers watched the doors close, just like normal. They felt the train's movement all around them, just like normal. The conductor's voice came over the speakers above, announcing the stops coming up just like nor-

Wait.

"Again, the next stop is…" the conductor seemed to stumble over their words, breaking  the normal the passengers expected. " the next stop is…" their voice became more slow, more slurred. The people had started to be put on edge when…

Drip.

Something dripped onto the microphone.

Drip drip

Panic started to ripple through the passengers. Some naively believed it was a prank, but it was too far past the believable date for that. Others tried, and failed, to get into the Conductor's cabin. But in their panic they failed to notice the train going faster, blowing past what was supposed to be the next station

And faster 

And faster

Until it was getting closer to being too late. 

In that cabin that no one could, or would ever see, was the conductor of the Subway train. They still mumbled "next… stop…" into the microphone, as their hands pushed the speed of the train further and faster than the trains should ever go. Their eyes were rolled back in their head, black blood slowly oozing out of their eyes and mouth, dripping onto the microphone, suit, and nametag. Those dead eyes watched as the next station came closer.

And closer

And closer.

In the next station the crowd of people waited for the next train, just like normal. They all anxiously waited as many of them were in a rush, just like usual. They heard the screech of the train coming into the station, just like usual.

But something was off. A nearby security guard took a look down the tunnel and screamed at the gathered crowd to get out. This caused a panic as part of the crowd took his advice and started running.

Not all were lucky enough to escape when the speeding train crashed into the station. The train derailed and crumpled as people continued to flee.

When the air was clear enough to see. The conductor had been ejected from the cabin. Though heavily injured they were still breathing and their name tag was visible, still splattered with the black blood from their still listless eyes.

 In the parts not covered by the black blood, it read: 

Jackie

#RIP jackie #persona 5 au #legends arceus au #Tw: train crash #Jester Writes #depot agent jackie

[chernobyl-fairy-boy]

You know what fuck it

For every 300 notes this post gets i will write a chapter/paragraph

#writing #reblog game #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #✴ jesters mentally ill shit

[the-anxious-youth]

Bubbles

Pairing: Buggy x gender neutral!Reader

Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)

Edit: part two is up!

“So now what?”

The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.

“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.

“Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.

“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.

“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.” 

His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you. 

You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room. 

“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin. 

“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance. 

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.

“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.

“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.

“You really are crazy, clown.”

He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.

“It’s more fun that way.” 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.

“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head. 

“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.

You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety. 

“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.

“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously. 

“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.

“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.

“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.

“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.

“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.

“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.

“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you. 

“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.

“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.

You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed. 

“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.

“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.

“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.

“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub. 

“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?” 

He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.

“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?” 

He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.

“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair. 

“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.

“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.

“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair. 

“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.

“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted. 

“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently. 

Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.

“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap. 

“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.

“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.

“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.

“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.

“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods. 

“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job. 

“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before. 

“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze. 

“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.

“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.

“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.

“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real. 

“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.

“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.

“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?

“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.

“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.

“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.

“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.

“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.

“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks. 

“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face. 

“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.

“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin. 

“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter. 

“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.

“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.

“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.

“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that. 

“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty. 

“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears. 

“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.

“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.

“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.

“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.

“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.

“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.

“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess. 

“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.

“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.

“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.

“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.

“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.

“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.

“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.

“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance. 

“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail. 

“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy. 

©️ the-anxious-youth, 2023

Please do not replicate/repost :)

#my writing #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy one piece #op buggy #op buggy x reader #buggy fanfiction #buggy fanfic #buggy the genius jester #buggy one piece x reader

[vixenfoxpup]

I need more dca fics to read, not just because they're all so cool and special and unique-

I want to collect their y/n's in my pocket, and bring back the y/nverse. All of them in a lil pocket dimension (the dca stay in their respective stories, this place is reserved for the self inserts and side characters/family to interact. The boys can have their own pocket dimension)

The y/ns live on the same street or apartment complex, being bunched into groups that are roomies

For example. Bamsara's Solar Lunacy y/n, Paper-Lilypie's CCRT y/n, and bones-of-a-rabbit's staffbot y/n. SB is there so CCRT can perform routine maintenance, plus CCRT can be a but messy, plus they could help clean up after ccrt's kids. SL is where, you may ask? Their room has been vacant for some time, but CCRT and SB keep it clean and regularly dusted, out of respect. They don't know if or when their friend will return, but they'll be welcome at any time.

Naffeclipse's y/ns share a suite, probably.

spadillelicious's LDR y/n could stay with saltciphblr's lovebug au y/n

Again, I need to read more to get a better feel of the different wonderful y/n's

This probably won't be uploaded, maybe someday, but this is mostly self indulgence that my brain has been blasting on repeat all day

Into the y/nverse, I raise you from the depths

#bamsara #spadillelicious #paper-lilypie #bones-of-a-rabbit #saltciphblr #naffeclipse #dca #fnaf #into the y/nverse #dca fanfic #solar lunacy #copper cogs rusted through #ccrt #staffbot au #lovebug au #love death and rollerskates #i wonder which y/ns wouldnt get along #need to sit on this idea a bit more #just wanted to throw it out there #dca fandom #this fandom has shaped me in so many ways #mostly good #some emotionally scarring #pointed stare at sleuth jesters #im shy and scared to tag the authors #go check them out! #eating their writing

[jxsterr]

a silly little self indulgent slow burn fic about zelink sharing a bed and some tender affection because they're touch starved and deserve each other's love :]

yes zelda's awkward and utterly useless about it all while link just rolls with it as best as he can

the fluff is just here to pad the inevitable gut wrenching angst im about to cough up in like the next month so be prepared >:)

#jester writes #legend of zelda #loz link #loz zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelda and link #zelda x link #zelink #link #princess zelda #zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda breath of the wild #loz botw #botw totk #breath of the wild #my fic #writing #ao3 link

[delusional-mishaps]

I am back!

And I would like to request for Error x Reader headcanons! I needs more fluff with my glitchy boi.

Like him getting a crush on reader! How would he act around them? How would he court them? Especially if Reader is a little shit and he’s like oh god I’m in love with this idiot-

SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SOONER 😨

manbaby in denial manbaby in denial manbaby in denial

as soon as he finds himself thinking about you he cuts all contact.

or... he tries to.

he is a very lonely man and he misses you </3

he still tries! but when all his thoughts are devoured by your lovely face and your voice and your idiotic tendencies...

URGGG!!! GET OUT OF HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!

he'll come trudging back all mopey and moody

"what the hell happened to you? aww did you get your ass beat?"

and when he just stares at you with a death glare and you start to get nervous...

"please im sorry for teasing you whats wrong 😰😰"

meanwhile he's staring at you like "why are you stuck in my head. i hate you. what kind of witchcraft did you use on me. why do i want to kiss you. OH MY GOD I WANT TO KISS YOU???"

thus he realizes he likes you. and he crashes. and youre left just staring at him waiting for him to reboot worried as hell because he hasnt said anything to you and why did he crash????

the next few days are :) odd :)

he'll appear randomly. and he'll leave randomly. and he'll crash randomly. and he refuses to give you ANY explanation why he's acting like this

meanwhile he's fighting himself internally the whole time. he wants to spend time with you because he likes you for some god awful reason, but if he were to distance himself this crush would go away wouldnt it?

does he want it to go away? he... isnt sure. he likes how you make him feel, even if it is sometimes nauseating

then things start to appear in your home. small things, most of which you dont notice. until it's things that realistically you shouldn't have. why are there floating rocks on your mantel? how are they floating?

he'll brush it off if you ask him about it.

"don't worry, it's fine. do you like them?"

if you really dont, he'll get rid of them

though, you asking makes him think his gifts aren't good enough for you. you wouldnt ask about them if you really liked them, would you? he has to up his game.

he also gets really particular about his appearance. if he does want to get with you, he has to make sure he's attractive. right? his old, smelly, ratty clothes wont do. he needs new things.

he makes them all from scratch :) and!! he'll perhaps fashion you a few new outfits while he's at it!

he gets very clingy once he accepts it. yeah, he has a crush on you. that means you're stuck with him.

spends more time around you. his love language may be quality time.

dude honestly has no idea what theyre doing. theyve never really felt this way?? about anyone?? EVER??? how do they romance you? do they just tell you?????

simple answer: yes!

they drop in one day, a ball of nerves and probably almost on the brink of crashing because they realize youre actually probably too good for them and why would you even like them? theyre rude to you, theyre rude to others, theyre so selfish...

but when they see you... oh, you're so stunning, even if you are only in your lounge clothes, hair messy and eyes still sunken-in with the look of sleep. certainly not the best youve ever looked, but what do they care? they... they love you.

and they tell you, awkwardly standing in the middle of your living room. they proclaim their love for you, however jumbled in the explanation of their feelings

and theyre so transparent with you in that moment... so vulnerable and open, letting their soul sing out for you, words spilling from their mouth without filter.

and finally, when they say everything

you say "i love you, too"

#pokegalla #jester writes #error x reader #error sans #error sans x reader #error #its a he/him error day #its a new day and now its a they/them error day #the floating rocks are from outertale btw #theyre like. a neat souvenir that keep their magic floaty properties teehee #what the fuck!!! i posted writing!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #Its such a relief to not have to draw so many characters once again. #Redrawing the specific font from the English translated mdzs books was surprisingly fun! #Maybe I'm alone in this...but I think characters switching to a different font of speech for *emphasis* is peak comedy #you can't communicate voice changes of sound very well in non audio forms so this is the best I can do. #Anyways...rip Xue Yang. You finally meet your idol and he brushes you off #Rather— he doesn't live up to the expectations you built in your head #Kind of an on going issue there Jester (I refuse to call him king or sir) #XY is constantly making people out to be the versions he needed them to be to feel justified in his actions #but struggles to pivot when confronted with the fact that these ppl are *more* than just one surface reading! #wwx doesn't actually think xy is flirting. He's just tired of all the fake fans + wants to get out of this convo. #button mashing the A button to skip the unskippable cutscene #Lan Wangji is in the next comic btw. I've missed him dearly. I'm sorry he's been gone so long </3 #edit: poorly spelt MDZS strikes again. This is why I need more time to write my comics. So I can actually proofread B*( #edit2: I cast 'Power of Technology' and fixed my error. Everyone reblog this version instead please

[the-cinnamon-snail]

IM WRITING AGAIN, THANK THE THUNDERSTORM I STOOD IN FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES BECAUSE IT FELT NICE. THIS HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, LIKE 30 MINUTES MAYBE.

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Outside, there was a thunderstorm. To most people, this would be a mediocre, or maybe slightly exciting, part of life. To Jonah, it reminded him of the best? worst? night of his life, where he made the final escape. Staring out the window, into the dark with thunderbolts dragging along the sky, he can remember that night like it was yesterday. But it was so far from yesterday. Jonah can remember the pain in his own legs, his breath speeding up, the rain falling hard and soaking him to the bone through his drenched hoodie. Before Jonah's thoughts can go any deeper, he feels a hand interlace with his own, pulling him away from bad memories. Rowan.

Jonah smiles and brings up Rowan's hand to kiss it, before looking into the eyes of the amazing person that is somehow his partner. Jonah was new tol these positive emotions so quickly, but glad to have Rowan drag to him away from that night's echo. Rowan smiles at him, and they speak up as they look out the window, "Looks pretty, doesn't it?"

Jonah can't agree, so he chuckles and leans in to kiss Rowan on the cheek, "Not as pretty as you." This gets Rowan to laugh slightly before looking out at the night, "I love thunderstorms, I would be out there right now, but I like being here with you more." They smile at Jonah, and Jonah glances away. "I guess I liked them too, but, well… Bad memories." He stares out the window, slightly seeing why Rowan loves the storms. They feel nice enough when the rain isn't coming down hard enough to hurt.

Rowan looks to him, and smiles, "Would you like to make some better memories then?" Jonah looks back at them and raises an eyebrow, "How so?" Rowan chuckles and explains their thoughts, "Well, the rain out there isn't coming down too badly. If it wouldn't bother you, we could go out there and make some better memories of thunderstorms, only if you want to, that is!" Rowan looks away, and Jonah lifts both of their hands that are still interlocked, "I'm willing to try it! I mean, uh. It can't be bad if you're there.." Rook somehow smiles even wider as they stand up, pulling Jonah along with them, "Okay then! Just tell me if you get uncomfortable and then we can go right back inside!" Jonah nods in agreement.

Jonah is wearing his ever present hoodie, so Rowan only has to grab a jacket for themself and have the two of them put on their shoes before they are ready to go, just on a little walk, Jonah finds the idea nice, even during a thunderstorm with light rain. As the two of them get to the door, Rowan looks back at Jonah, "Last chance to turn back, you ready, love?" Jonah nods, "Yep, ready." Rowan opens the door and the pure smell of rain wafts in, the sound of the raindrops hitting the sidewalk soft and rhythmic.

Rowan reaches their hand outside the door, letting the raindrops fall on it, the rain isn't too cold, and the night outside is warm. They lightly take Jonah's hand and let him feel the rain for himself. Jonah nods, the night outside is different to the cold one he remembers during thunderstorms, so he takes the first step outside while holding on to Rowas hand, and they trail behind him, smiling, happy that Jonah is willing to try.

Jonah starts the walk, leaving his hood down, feeling the rain patter along his head. Rowan holds his hand tighter and they speed up to be walking right next to Jonah, "So… how does it feel? I like it myself, but how about you?" Jonah looks up and smiles at them, "Nice. It's nice that the night is warm, and it's nice that you're here with me." Rowan leans down to give Jonah a kiss on the head, "I'm glad, now let's enjoy our walk?" Jonah leans up to plant a quick kiss on Rowan's lips, "Yeah, let's."

#Fluff #so much for me #didnt know i could do this #Jester writes #Jesters writing #writing #i cant believe that i wrote again #031/Muse #Jonah and Rowan

[thecourtjester12]

Before i get through the few requests, the planned chap with Sun!

Just chillin and playing with his hands :3

#jesterposts #jester writes #fnaf sun