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hypaalicious · 2 years

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Operators I regularly choose to get me through Integrated Strategies

Literally no one asked for this, which is why I’m making a post about it. 😂

Guard:

No Hope: None

Medium Hope: La Pluma, Amiya

Max Hope: Mountain, Thorns, SilverAsh

Vanguard:

No Hope: Plume, Vanilla

Medium Hope: Texas

Max Hope: Bagpipe

Defender:

No Hope: Spot

Medium Hope: Gummy

Max Hope: Mudrock

Sniper:

No Hope: Kroos

Medium Hope: Blue Poison

Max Hope: Chalter, Archetto

Caster:

No Hope: Steward

Medium Hope: Amiya

Max Hope: Goldenglow, Passenger

Supporter:

No Hope: Orchid

Medium Hope: None

Max Hope: Gnosis

Specialist:

No Hope: None

Medium Hope: Jaye

Max Hope: None

Medic:

No Hope: Ansel

Medium Hope: Honeyberry, Whisperain

Max Hope: Nightingale

Boss Specific kind of builds:

Lucien: One AA Sniper for the red dancers, Wandering Medic, Guard(s) to hold the middle, Casters of choice or some big damage dealer to take down the boss

Depending on the relics I get, 99% of the time I can murk Lucien before he makes a full circuit around the stage, right when he stops at the upper-left corner. Caster!Amiya s3, Goldenglow S2 or s3, Passenger s3, Chalter s3 all melt him easily enough. Sometimes I have Thorns pointed up to give added DPS.

Big Sad Lock: AoE/Multitarget medic(s), couple of lane holders, and whomever is going to be doing the damage on the bear based on what relics you’ve gathered

First of all, fuck BSL. Secondly, I find Nightingale to be crucial due to her RES boost talent because them arts blasts the bear does ain’t no joke. Mudrock and Mountain all hold either lane fairly well. I would NOT use Thorns, Exu or Blue Poison on him only because the multi-hits or poison damage will fast trigger AOE arts bursts in a row and your whole party will melt. ASPD boost relics I consider a must unless you have Bladedance or other really good damage output relics to get the bear down especially if you didn’t get the Blank Suicide Note. Blaze s2, Bagpipe s2 with Spinach Pack or Wrath of the Siracusans, Goldenglow s2, Fiametta S3, Schwarz s3 all do wonderful… just gotta keep them alive 🥲 Or if you have Pallas s1 with the Hand of Shredder it’s easy mode, but I do not have her.

Troupe Mouthpiece: a vanguard to beat the DP reduction, a couple fast-redeploy Operators to take out the puppets, some self sustaining operators to lane hold or have good medics to keep them alive from the true damage the spawning puppets do

Honestly after BSL, this dude is so easy to beat. I put Gnosis on one side, Goldenglow on the other and those two are very good at taking out the puppets and enemies that pass by, while Jaye assassinates the others outside of their range. Unless you have ASPD boost, then just Goldenglow can murk the whole stage by herself, no cap. Myrtle is great to print the DP you need, but I’ve beaten the Mouthpiece without a vanguard before… so it’s possible! Just a bit tricky.

Good starter recruitment:

Mountain (he will carry you through to floor 3 by himself tbh)

Orchid

Ansel

#la pluma murks the In the Crowd stage #mountain is a better pick than thorns as he’s useful even at E1 #Honeyberry is better than Mulberry as she can target two Operators with her s1 #I don’t have archetto but if she comes up on temp recruitment I grab her and she nukes crowds #mountain or Jaye at e2 and a high level can solo the unicycle music box boss #Lee can Uno Reverse the golem boss’s stun with his s3 #I once got to Lucien and had no Medics. Gummy and Spot carried me and I won anyway #I still hate Unending #don’t ask about the Lordship in the cards encounter it won’t give you shit #I can and will go entire runs without a vanguard idc #I now go on runs with As Your Heart Desires because I’m bored and I wanna see what random setup I can use to win #I’ve deposited over 600 Ingots because I like the Bank of Cannot Goodenough #明日方舟

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bioerin · 1 year

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So, 11 certainly qualifies as a soft ask but everyone was afraid to ask.

11. what’s your ideal date?

5th of august

akdjfadgjd okay but in seriousness now

im pretty sure no one was afraid to ask, wayyy back i even had a game where i described dates i would go to with the certain person who asked and by now everyone is probably done with imaging dating me lol

anyway, i would definitely prefer something like a walk, small roadtrip or something similar. but it would really depend on the person i'd be with. for example, if the person owned a unicycle, the ideal date would be to go learn unicycling. if the person liked taking nature photography, i'd go through jungles to find a scenic spot with them. if the person liked art, art museum would do. if the person liked lotr, lotr marathon would be it. and so on and so forth. a perfect date would have a small goal of the day that we both would enjoy.

(ask game)

#tbh these all sound like. fun activities you do with friends and if it makes me aro so be it #anyway the person owning unicycle reading this. hi.#ask game

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cybernexus · 2 years

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Raj is compared to as a tank by some, but he's actually way stronger - he's capable of ripping through a tank with his bare hands as well as tanking shots from missiles. However, despite his extreme physical prowess and extreme durability, there are still a lot easier ways of damaging him rather than with melee blows or traditional projectile weapons.

The fastest and most effective way to bring Raj down is by overheating him. Just using his body requires energy, which creates heat - although everyday activity won't overheat him. When you add fighting into the mix, then you have the potential for him to overheat due to the intentional flaw in how he was designed. You can also overheat him with magic.

Raj slowly builds up so much heat that his body can't disperse it, and this eventually leads to overheating, and then burnout.

It's extremely obvious when his body starts to overheat - his body, including the metal parts, will start to 'sweat' like a soda can. He'll start to pant, and look like he's dizzy. Internally, what he's facing is fatigue, nausea, and vertigo. Where a normal human would have died at this point, Raj can still technically function - although not for very long. Typically while overheated Raj can only remain conscious for less than 3 minutes. Afterwards, he will burnout - one of the regulator chips in his brain will force him into unconsciousness to prevent further damage and stop it from cooking inside his head.

#file | ooc #lore | Raj #// my brain is a unicycle and the devil rides its pedals #// anyway I churned out some more lore

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 months

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Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

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imeminemp3 · 2 years

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daydream believers should have been set in the 90s‼️‼️

#given the way the movie starts i think that would've been SO fun #esp cause the steven stills stand in was just some guy they plucked from the 90s.didng even try to make him look 60s!#also that guy does look nothing like steven i think that's cause they didn't want to confuse people but i would have got it.#ummm anyway. yknow how in the romps they'd ride unicycles? put them on skateboards #omg mike wearing a skater boi beanie duuuude we could've had everything...#ok i have to atleast draw this concept.#monkees #monkees biopic #diary #90s monkees

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rorywritesjunk · 6 months

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All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

It was Buggy's turn to do your makeup.

Rating: R because the girlfriend can't keep her hands to herself or keep her dirty mind from wandering.

Warning: None really, just suggestive themes. Buggy has a bun because I can't help myself, and chest hair. Mentions of nipple piercings on Buggy because why not? And Buggy is a damn tease as well.

A/N: Sequel to the makeup fic. I wrote two versions of this before deciding the second one was more on track with how the original went. It's inspired by a tag from @sporadicthingcollection from the first fic. Title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara.

Part One is here!

The bath had been comforting, warm, and much needed. This time it wasn't Buggy having a bad day and needing some pampering, it was you. Between losing half your groceries from ripped bags to a pot of water boiling over on the stove and making a huge mess, your foot had also been run-over by Cabaji on his unicycle while you were trying to help some of the performers literally find their marks. It wasn't the first time your foot was a victim to the unicycle, but in the chaos of the day, you didn't think to wear shoes and well, the tread-mark shaped cuts on your foot was a reminder to do so next time.

You toweled off and pulled your robe on, wincing as you limped over to the bed to sit. Buggy was sitting at his vanity, only in his underwear as he unwinded from the day as well. His hair was up in a messy bun, his back to you as he wiped away the day's makeup. It was always a fascinating sight to you, and you knew you were lucky to see him in a near vulnerable state like this.

He rummaged through the drawers of the vanity for something before looking up at the mirror and seeing you reflected back at him on the bed. He smirked, the red around his mouth still prominent, making the smirk appear larger than it was.

"See something you like?" He teased. You flushed at being caught staring.

"Always." You shot back as you continued watching him, a thought coming to your mind. It was dumb to ask. You both were going to bed in the next few hours, but you didn't know when a better time to ask would be. "Buggy, can I ask you something?"

"Depends." He replied as he looked back at himself in the mirror. "What is it?"

"Um… could you do my makeup?" You asked. "It's just… I like seeing how you do yours and… thought maybe you'd be able to do mine? But I get it if you don't want to, you know, I don't think I really have the face for it."

He pushed his chair away from the vanity and stood up. He didn't say anything as he turned to face you and crossed the room in just a few steps. You wondered if you offended him somehow by the way he grabbed your face when he approached you, staring down at you before smashing his lips against yours in a surprising kiss. You gasped when he pulled away, head spinning as you wondered what the fuck brought that on.

"Thought you'd never ask." He grinned. "Let's get started."

He went back to the vanity and started rummaging through drawers, piling whatever his findings were on the top. You wondered if you should even bother to change into clothes since you would likely end up naked by the end anyway, it would be less of a hassle to stay in your robe.

He came back over a few minutes later and gestured for you to scoot into the middle of the bed. Oh, he was going to do it on the bed, like how you did for him. You scooted to the middle of the bed and grabbed a pillow to stick under your head before making sure your robe stayed closed. He crawled on top of you, knees on either side of your body as you moved your hands to rest over your chest. He didn't need to pin your hands down because you weren't going to grope him like he did to you every time you did his makeup.

Once he settled on top of you and you realized the view you would have, you suddenly realized that oh, you can see why he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Sure, you had been under him plenty of times, but not like this. For one thing, his thighs were right there. Of course you've been between them, looking up at him from the ground as you sometimes knelt down in front of him while he sat in his captain's chair, his pants undone as your mouth su-

"Babe." He snapped you back to reality. Your face was red. "You good?"

"Y-Yes." You replied as your fingers twitched, needing to be touching something to keep you focused. He seemed to notice and grabbed them, placing them both on top of his thighs, the last place you wanted to be touching right then because you knew them so well. You knew how they felt under you whenever you were straddling his lap, whether it was in bed or his chair, naked, riding him until-

He cleared his throat and you up at him again, turning redder in the face.

"Behave." He teased as he held up two eyeliner pencils near your eyes. He studied them for a moment before tossing one aside and uncapping the other. He then leaned down, face close to your own as he carefully moved the pencil along your bottom eyelid, looking at you but not really. The urge to pull him down for a kiss was there, and you thought the possibility of losing an eye would be worth it if you got to kiss him right then.

He was finished quicker than you thought and kissed your forehead. You realize you didn't specify how to do your makeup. Was he going to do something elaborate or simple? Your fingers tapped nervously against his thighs as you started to wonder if this was a good idea. You had worn makeup a few times in your younger years but it never looked right, so you gave up trying to learn how to do it on yourself.

But damn were you glad to have asked him to do it. It was a different kind of intimacy having him leaning over you, an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a brush in the other as he whispered for you to close your eyes, which you did without hesitation. Your hands stayed on his thighs, moving up and down his thighs slowly, fingers crooking to drag your nails over his skin. You didn't really pay attention to how much you were moving your hands until you felt the fabric of his boxers against your knuckles. You decided to push your luck as you flattened your hands back down and began to slide them up his boxers slowly.

"Babe!" He yelped as he swatted at your hand. "Hey!"

You cracked one eye open and grinned. "Sorry, didn't realize what I was doing."

"Liar." He scolded, looking scandalized by your actions. "I'll sit on you like you do me if you don't watch it."

"Aw, but Buggy!" You whined. "I can't help it!"

"Watch it." He warned as he held the brush threateningly. "Everything else is fair game right now but that. Just wait."

You pouted up at him as you let your hands move to his waist instead, your thumbs running along the waistband of his boxers. He seemed fine with that and you closed your eyes again as he began brushing the eyeshadow over your lids.

It was just hard not to touch him. Before you knew it, you were sliding your hands up his sides, to his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples, resisting the urge to tug on the piercings he had there. You felt him flinch when you touched him, so of course you did it again before running your fingers through his chest hair, hands moving up to his neck so your arms could wrap around him. He cleared his throat and you opened your eyes.

"Okay, I gotta keep you still." He said. "You're getting too handsy."

"But Buggyyyyyy!" You pouted up at him. "I can't help it, really. Just… fuck, you should see what I'm seeing right now. You look so damn beautiful like this."

He blushed but said nothing as he set the eyeshadow aside. He reached back to unhook your arms from around his neck, pushing them above your head suddenly and holding them against the mattress. He held them down with one hand while the other moved to your cheek, stroking your flushed skin softly.

"And if you could see how you looked right now, babe, underneath me like this…” He trailed off as he tightened his grip on your wrists, his other hand now sliding down your body, untying your robe, touching your stomach as it moved between your legs. You inhaled sharply, trying to move your legs apart for him, biting back a moan.

And then he pulled his hand back without even touching you.

“Buggy!” You whined. “Why?!”

“We’re not finished yet, babe.” He smirked. “I still have to do your lipstick.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #one piece #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

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fanaticsnail · 7 months

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You Kissed the Clown? Part 2

Hello everyone! I wasn't thinking about making a part 2 to this story, but I'm now thinking about adding a little more. Part one is here:

Part 1

Part 2 is a little more banter with the Strawhat crew, a little bit of reflection on the actions of part 1 and a little bit more into the type of background the reader are in this insert. Future chapters will likely be a bit of Cap Kuro, Baratie and of course our favourite decapitated head

Anyways, onto part 2, taking place OPLA S1E2.

“I have four lockpicks, they only found three,” Nami quipped at the green-haired swordsman. They had been bickering for a short while whereas you were attempting to utilise your newly acquired throwing knife to cut through your bonds. Unfortunately, you had not managed to get an appropriate hold on the knife to cut through the rope on your wrists, as their bonds were tight; successfully immobilising your hands.

“What?” Zoro snapped at Nami, annoyance ringing in his tone.

“This is my life now,” she rolled her eyes and continued to pick the lock confiding her in her dangling cage.

“You want to trade places?” Zoro suggested.

You shook your head and maneuvered your body to press you back against the post you were tied to, breaking your sights from their forms. You knitted your brows together and strained against your ropes.

“Someone’s coming,” Zoro whispered. You spun your head to face him momentarily before frantically spinning the knife in your fingertips.

“I need more time. Keep them talking,” Nami snapped back.

“I don’t talk, I hit things,” Zoro curtly responded before turning his head towards you.

“Why don’t you give this one a kiss too, hm? Maybe that’d distract them,” Zoro quipped at you with a small smirk.

“To quote a very skilled swordsman I have come to hold a certain fondness for: I kind of have my own thing going on right now,” you whispered in a slight jesting tone. You gestured to the knife in your hands and wiggled them to demonstrate how restrictive your hand movement had become within the bonds of the rope. Zoro sighed and thumped his head backwards against the wheel he was strung from.

“Put your mouth to good use again then,” he whispered at you, nodding his head to the blade. The curtains suddenly flung open and revealed a unicycle using individual who became immediately fixated on Zoro.

You knit your brows together and turned your body away from Zoro, Nami and the new individual as you reached your mouth down and clasped the bound woven end of the throwing knife between your teeth. You began to rake the bonds against the sharp tip of the knife as you contemplated the circumstances you journeyed through to be exactly in this present moment.

You closed your eyes and focussed on breathing through your nose as you used subtle movements of your head as to not bring attention to yourself while Zoro was distracting ‘Cabaji’, as he introduced himself. Behind your eyelids, you became haunted by the ice-shrouded lenses belonging to the leader of this troop. You shuddered slightly as the ghost of the kiss you shared so tenderly relayed over your memories. You bit down harder on the material covering the small blade and hardened your resolve to free yourself from your bonds.

Zoro taunted Cabaji to keep his sights fixated on the swordsman to distract from both your and Nami’s attempt to free yourselves from your entrapments. Cabaji threw a circular ended knife at Zoro in response to his taunts and continued to monologue about his brother who’s life was taken at the hands of Zoro.

You flinched at the sound of the sharp blade hitting the rounded pallet, but continued to attempt to slice through your bonds at a hastened pace.

“Let’s see if you can keep your head,” Cabaji threatened before you heard the circular board begin to rotate while holding Zoro in place.

You managed to successfully cut through two of the finer woven whisps of rope trapping your hands, which then enabled you to cut through others with more ease. You found the bonds beginning to become looser and giving your fingers more freedom in their movements – not enough to truly utilise them but enough to aid your mouth in cutting through the remainder of the rope.

Knife after knife was thrown against the board behind Zoro, who you noticed did not seem to make a noise to indicate he was harmed in any way by the blades. Finally as you bit down harder on the hilt of the knife, you managed to free your dominant hand from the bonds and take the knife from between your teeth into it to cut the rope binding your other hand.

“As soon as Captain Buggy is finished with you, you’re mine,” threatened Cabaji after a final blade was thrown against the board.

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m not sticking around,” Zoro replied in response to his threat in a nonchalant manner. You freed your other hand and turned your head to meet the gaze of Nami as she clicked the lock and managed to pull the bolt from the lock and lace it through the gated door. You smiled at her and waved your free hand at her, prompting her to smirk in response and unlatch the gate from the hilt to swing it wide enough for her to squeeze her body through.

“Really? Got somewhere else to be?” Cabaji retorted with a quip of his head.

“I didn’t use to think so,” Zoro replied, “But Luffy changed all of that.”

You took the knife between your fingers and held it out in a defensive manner, although you truly had no idea how to correctly use it to protect yourself against a skilled fighter. Nami managed to sneak up behind Cabaji and perfectly timed a kick with Zoro a way to successfully immobilize Cabaji with one swift move. Zoro held him in the crook of his elbow and rendered him unconscious through a minor strangulation. Nami took one of the throwing knives off the board and freed Zoro’s right hand from it’s bounds before they reequipped their weapons.

“What’s the plan?” Zoro asked Nami as he strapped his swords to his righthand side, “you do have a plan, right? That’s your thing, plans.”

Nami sighs and cracks her neck slightly.

“I say, we beat the hell out of every clown we see,” she smirked in response, prompting Zoro to chuckle slightly at the suggestion. Nami turned to you slightly and formed her lips into a thin line and furrowed her brows slightly at you. You quirked your eyebrow up at her expression before she handed you a small rag she took from one of the vanities in the green room.

“For your face,” she cringed out slightly through a tightly grit smile.

“For my face?” you questioned while taking the rag from her outstretched hand. You sauntered slightly over to one of the vanities and noticed how truly horrendous you looked with blue, red and white facial paint smeared all over the lower half of your face. Your cheeks began to glow red like an iron poker you used in your jewellery making practices as you frantically began to scrub your face.

“And none of you said a damn thing,” you uttered as you scrubbed, wiped and patted the paint on your face, successfully removing it partially – leaving only your lips stained with the memory of the passionate embrace you shared with the clown captain.

“Yeah well, we were a little tied up,” Zoro retorted with a smirk. You turned your head to scowl at him before throwing the rag at the mirror. Nami let out a small chuckle at the comment before she made her way out of the tent curtain into the main area.

You attempted to follow her but felt a firm arm on your shoulder. You turned to face your swordsman companion as he held you momentarily.

“I don’t think you can kiss your way out of this one,” he commented at you, causing you to frown at him.

“What are you talking about?” you responded, shrugging his hand from your shoulder.

“What I mean is, you’re not a skilled fighter. You are a jeweller,” he commented moving his body in front of yours and beginning to exit the curtain door, “just keep your head down, stay behind me and try not to get in the way.”

You scoffed and reluctantly followed the orders of the former bounty hunter turned first mate. You kept your head down and followed the path of the two skilled reconnaissance fighters as they began to immobilise one by one the members of the circus troop, keeping their administrations silent and stealthy as they did so. As each member of the crew fell, you felt a small amount of pity for not only them, but the leader of their troop.

You remember feeling the waves of true loneliness coming from his body as he unashamedly cradled you into himself. His need for acceptance, hunger for dominion and desire for an intimate connection was expressed through his embrace. You could admit to only yourself that the kiss, although started as a way for you to stealthily collect a knife from your captor’s breast pocket, was truly one of the few moments you yourself had truly felt craved by someone else. Sure, men had wanted you in the past – some even seeking your father’s permission to begin a courtship with you; but the amount of yearning you felt falling off the pirate clown in unbridled waves of pure and utter desire for you and only you felt unakin to any other single moment you had shared with another individual.

And you had yet to utter a single word to him.

As Nami and Zoro successfully rendered the last of Buggy’s ‘insane clown posse’ unconscious, Zoro directed you to a place behind the bleachers and sat you down atop a small barrel.

“We’re gonna go in and grab Luffy,” Zoro fixated his gaze on you as he removed a small black bandana from his left upper arm, “you wait here until we’re done.”

“Wait here?” you angrily whispered at him, prompting him to scoff while he placed the bandana against his forehead.

“Again,” he whispered back, “you can’t fight. You could try, but all I can see is you likely getting yourself or one of us hurt in the process. It’s dangerous, stick to the plan.”

“And what is the plan?” you whispered in response, keeping your hushed tone as low as you could.

“Run and get a boat ready for us, we may need to sprint to get out of here,” Nami whisper-called to you as she prepared her retractable staff in the best way she could before rushing in to rescue your self-appointed Captain.

Zoro stalked into the circus ring with two of his blades drawn in a slow and intimidating manner as Nami flung her staff at what appeared to be a large glass container full of sea-water.

“Where are my freaks?!” You heard the clown captain call. The desperation in his voice pulled slightly at your heart, prompting you to halt your actions slightly. You closed your eyes, listening to Zoro’s retort.

“They’re not coming,” he stated monotonously. The sound of glass shattering within the circus arena echoed throughout the large white and red tent, breaking you from your momentary trance and prompting you to begin your sprint into the desolate town.

You almost shrieked at the sight, noticing buildings reduced to rubble on the harsh gravel floor beneath your feet. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes as you gathered your skirts into your hands and ran throughout the area, franticly searching the forsaken town for anything resembling a dock. Stones, dirt and mud was flung beneath your feet as you sprinted towards the sea, finally fixating your eyes on your small, abandoned rigging.

You noticed it was not tied to the dock, but slowly setting sail, unmanned, out onto the open sea. Without a moments hesitation, you ran to the end of the dock and dove into the deep water below and began to swim out to meet the small vessel. Although you were not competent in the art of hand to hand combat, you were more than an adequate swimmer. Being in the upper working class in your hometown, you had the luxury of being granted education in sea-bearing survival. Swimming was one of the few physical recreations you adored, and swiftly became prominent in the skill. Sailing was another aspect that came along with commencing trade as a finery merchant, often travelling alongside your father on his many routes.

Paying no heed to the weight of your dampened clothes, you continued an unrelenting pace of diving beneath choppy waves and wading above the smaller ones before you made swift work of the distance between the dock and your sailing vessel. You found a small rope hanging from the side of the vessel and wrapped your hand around the fibrous material and tested the weight of it before pulling yourself up and over the polished wooden panel of the ship.

As your feet found the hard floor of the boat, you finally felt the weight of your drenched attire – your skirts weighing you down the most. You pushed the material over your hips and pooled them at your feet; leaving you in your undershorts as you quickly sprinted to the helm and maneuvered it to turn the vessel back to make port at the end of the dock. You noticed the sailing sheets began to listen to your guidance and the wind appeared to be on your side as you made the vessel bend to your will; riding the waves back into town.

You fixed your eyes on the tent containing your travelling companions and your eyes widened at noticing what you could only assume to be Luffy’s fists exit the tent and a small object being flung into the sky. You could not tell from this distance what the object was, but you felt a small amount of relief at the knowledge your companions were still alive within the shrouded materials of the large tent.

After successfully navigating the boat back to the dock, you flung a rope and captured a small post with the looped end. You pulled the rope and docked the boat before the icky feeling of heavy seawater in your clothes began to notify you of the imbalance of weight you were bearing.

You pondered momentarily about using your time alone to strip you of your wet clothes and change into some dry ones you kept in your quarters before your companions made their way back to you, hopefully unscathed. Before you could hold that thought further, you noticed your companions making their way towards you, along with the freed townspeople behind them. You smiled warmly and waved to them, prompting your captain to wave in response.

Zoro and Nami made their way down the dock to your position on the boat, Zoro noticing first your soaked body before looking onto the deck and locating your drenched skirt splayed onto the floor.

“What happened?” he furrowed his brows at you, “fancied a swim while we did all the hard work?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged his shoulder before helping Nami to step onto the deck.

“The boat was attempting to get away from me,” you replied, “fortunately for us all, I’m confident in my swimming abilities.”

Zoro hummed slightly in response, using his foot to nudge your skirt on the floor, “you gonna clean this up?”

“Yes,” you responded bluntly, jumping down onto the deck and picking up your soaked skirt. You flung it over one of the ropes holding the sail and held it in place with a small clamp. You looked over to Nami, noticing she was holding Luffy’s straw hat in her hands and repairing it with a sewing needle. You walked over to the place Zoro was leaning on and leant your body next to his.

“What happened?” you asked him, nodding your chin to your captain and navigator.

“The clown cut his hat up a little,” he responded, also looking to the two of them. You fixed your eyes to the floor and used your shoulder to nudge the swordsman slightly.

“Thank you,” you murmured slightly. The swordsman hummed in response, raising his eyebrow to you.

“For stopping me from doing something stupid,” you further clarified, still looking down on the floor. He chuckled slightly in response.

“I dunno,” he taunted you, “you kissed the clown all on your own.”

Your eyes widened at the mention and the red tinge returned to your cheeks, upper ears and your central most point in your chest.

“I meant with the fighting, asshole,” you said through gritted teeth. This caused Zoro to let out a full, unrestrained belly-laugh at your retort. Once he had his fill of laughter, he stifled it off into a small teetered chuckle.

“We need to do something about that,” he mentioned slightly with a small amount of determined warmth in his eyes.

“What? With kissing?” you spat slightly, prompting him to chuckle again.

“No, idiot,” he responded and nudged his shoulder against yours, “fighting.”

“Why, are you offering to train me in the art of martial combat are you?” you asked him, fixing your gaze on the navigator and captain once more.

“In a way, yes I am,” he responded, causing you to snap your head to meet his gaze as his eyes softened slightly before you saw a mischevious glint appear behind them, “can’t have you kissing every enemy we come to face.”

You groaned in response and hung your head again, causing him to chuckle.

“I will never live that down, will I?” you questioned him, bringing your right hand to cradle your forehead in shame.

“As long as we’re apart of the same crew?” Zoro quipped back, “absolutely not.”

You peaked through your fingers and noticed Nami was no longer above the deck and Luffy was hanging from the ropes containing the sail sheets to get a better angle on the path ahead.

“What happened to him? The clown?” you asked Zoro suddenly. Zoro sighed and turned around to face the open ocean, resting his forearms against the wooden railing and stretching his back slightly.

“He had devil-fruit powers, you know. Chop-Chop fruit,” he mentioned. This had your eyes wide as you turned to face the swordsman fully, “I couldn’t slice him up.”

You hummed and placed your own hands on the wooden railing. You reminisced the expression Buggy held as you broke from the kiss replaying in your mind. The way his eyes searched your own for some hidden agenda, only to find your own eyes looking half-lidded through your eyelashes. The way his lips were smeared with his face-paint, knowing he had transported some of the tint to your own skin in your administrations. His eyes holding apprehensive, bitter-sweet desperation as his need for you to fulfill some sort of void surpassed shame at the public display of affection.

“We removed pieces of him and put him into individual barrels,” Zoro’s voice brought you out of his thoughts, causing you to choke on the air you sucked into your mouth quickly.

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, “he’s still alive. Just really, really small.”

Zoro chuckled, looking down at the waves colliding with the base of the ship.

“You’re drenched,” Zoro commented, gesturing to your clothes, “go get dry and change into something other than a skirt. Your combat training starts now.”

Part 3

#buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #one piece #OPLA #buggy fic #OPLA buggy #Strawhat reader #x reader

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carlyraejepsans · 4 months

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> YOOOOOOOOOO 👀👀

The room goes dark, a convenient puff of air snuffing out the flames in the fireplace. For a terrifying moment, as your eyes struggle to adjust, you are blind.

"Beauties and gentle-beauties," the robotic voice booms again, "Welcome…"

A drum rolls into a crescendo.

Then from blind, you are blinded.

The light returns like a blade, cutting a sharp circle around you and Sans' figures. He's not alone in the spotlight, however.

"To tonight's melodrama!" The King concludes with a flourish.

Like a switch being flipped, the room explodes into noise and color. Colorful heart shaped lights dance along the walls, produced by drone-like machines that flutter in the air from the open window as soon as the cues are given. Cameras, screens, microphones. They fill the once quiet room with their mechanical whirring. From somewhere above you, confetti rains to the floor.

The King flashes a dashing smile at the cameras. At least, you think he does. As close to a smile as he can get in his rectangular form, anyway.

He waves one arm in the air, saluting; the other clasping Sans' shoulder in apparent good humor. Sans' smile is frozen but unfazed.

Privately, you're relieved for him that skeletons don't have much in terms of soft tissues. That grip looks like it would bruise.

"Everyone give a big hand to our two wonderful protagonists!"

The King lets go of his bodyguard to clap along to the audio track that automatically begins to play. Sans shrugs his shoulders—the characteristic gesture masking any signs of physical discomfort—before popping a lazy salute at the cameras.

Your terrified eyes meet his for a moment, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge you.

"My dear viewers, I must first of all offer you an apology. Dragging you out of your beds at this ungodly hour… where have my manners gone. However! An unforeseen development has recently unfolded."

He's fast. He's very fast for something that moves like a military grade unicycle. In the blink of an eye, he's by your side. The colorful panel of his face is unreadable; the lights of the improvised studio catch on the golden crown atop his head.

"The ghost of tears…"

His gloved hand reaches up to gently grab at your chin and turn your once crying face to the cameras.

"A midnight rendez-vous… turned to tragedy."

As fast as he came, he's gone, rolling to the centre of the room and spreading his arms to his sides with pathos.

"Could this be? A heart wrenching tale of unrequited love?!!"

Where you stare dumbfounded and frozen, Sans laughs. He takes a few steps forward, planting himself right by Mettaton's side, then throws a wink, first at you, then at the cameras.

He doesn't break a sweat. The movement is so natural it seems like second nature. You wonder, for a second, just how long he's been working for Him.

"oh you know. nothing like some light heartbreaking and entering to end the night, am i right?"

A rimshot rings out. You're not sure why, but you feel like it wasn't part of the planned sound design. The king's robotic laugh sounds even hollower than usual.

"Of course! Of course! My agent's penchant for humor is more than well known. But!"

He turns to you—and with him your knees to jelly. The King tilts his royal microphone at you, teasingly. Threateningly.

"Everyone is waiting for the real scoop, darling! Our special human guest. What do YOU have to say in all of this?"

#undertale #mywriting #sans #mettaton #THERE. HAPPY? CONTINUATION

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galaxycunt · 6 months

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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Smut/fluff/Angst

Also would like to note I read a fic that inspired my own dancing scene so give that one a read too!! Almost to the end folks!

You had been out to sea for three weeks now, Buggy still giving you the hot and cold treatment. On the good days, he’d invite you to play for him, scheming for a way to make you stay. The bad days come when you refuse him. He still kept you around, watching you work.

The sun was getting hotter, your mind frying from looking at him too long. You were a hot mess, his toned and sweaty body giving you ideas.

You climbed up the crow’s nest just to get away from him. Closing your eyes as you fantasized. Frowning, realizing you only wanted to think about Buggy. Your mind drifted to other lovers, and shit had it been a long time. Then it hit you.

The last time you were on land, before this recent resupply, you ditched buggy for some guy.

Was he really that pissed off about it?

You should’ve known better, you figured Buggy was getting off with someone else anyway. The way he teased you, it pissed you off enough to blow him off at the last second.

Shit, that was 3 months into your fling. A long time to harbor any feelings.

”Hey! Buggy wants you! Tent got ripped!”

You climbed down to the deck, heart weighing your shoulders down. You thought you heard a rumor about someone else joining his bed, you hated yourself for being so stupid. It was all too late now.

Buggy opened the door shirtless, the windows letting in a soft breeze. He was all smiles today, the locket swinging against his chest.

”Heya sunshine, got a list of things from the last show. Are you good with wheels? Of course you are, the unicycles been squeaky.”

”Hello to you too, Buggy.”

He smiled again, his eyes lingering over your body. Swallowing, his eyes shot back up to yours.

“I have something else for you.”

He handed you a package with brown paper wrapping, tearing it open revealed a songbook.

You smiled widely, “holy shit! Thank you, I…why?”

”What?”

”Why are you giving this to me?”

He blushed, “I’m tired of your songs. Wanna hear something new.”

You shot him a look, it hurt that he couldn’t just be nice to be nice. Buggy always knew how to really hurt your feelings. You decide to hurt yourself more.

”What’s in the locket?”

His hand covered his chest, “nothing.”

”Heard you got a new nightly visitor, is that why I haven’t played for you in awhile?”

”Who told you that?”

”Goes around.”

”Well it’s a lie.”

You chuckle, not believing a word.

He grabbed your chin to look him in the eye, “there hasn’t been anyone else.”

The force of the grab along with the flex in his arms did something to you. You want to kiss him, against your better judgment.

“You don’t strike me as the type to stick with one person.”

He frowned and whispered, “is that what you really think of me?”

You could only shrug, Buggy letting his arm drop to his side. He doesn’t look at you, shooing you away to do your work in private.

It’s late at night when you finish, and you crawl up that crow’s nest again. The night air is a hundred times cooler than it is in your stuffy room. Your mind wanders, unable to sleep. You think about Buggy and the way his hand clutched your face.

You briefly look below you, empty. You were completely alone. Settling in, you wiggle out of you shorts.

You think about his hands, rough and strong. Dipping your fingers inside you and wished it was his.

On more than one occasion, he teased you with a threat of his dick staying inside you while he went off to work. He only made good on that promise once, the memory serving you well right now.

You thrusted against your fingers, thinking about that day. Circling and pressing on your clit the way his tongue used to, the filthy things he’d whisper in your ear as you begged for him to fuck you.

You lifted up your shirt, pinching your nipples the way he used to. You were so close to cumming, whispering his name into the sky. Your fingers kept working, trying to climax again, you figured if you came enough tonight you wouldn’t have to think about Buggy anymore.

As you twisted your shorts lower, you heard something roll away. Frozen, you gathered the courage to look below you. Still empty. In the dark you groped for what could possibly be in your pocket. It felt soft and a little velvety.

”Hope you enjoyed the show, you fucking asshole,” you yelled into the single ear in your hand.

With a huff you dropped it onto the deck below, careful to not let it land in the ocean. You thought of your next move, either stay or try to hide in your room. Regardless, Buggy was going to be a pain in your ass.

“Fuck it.”

You climbed down, looking for the ear on the deck. It must’ve already made its way to its owner, and you decided to follow it. As you made your way through the dark corridors of the ship, you wrote your script on confronting him. You were never good at relationships, no one ever proved you wrong. The script was always the same.

You knock on the door, waiting impatiently for him. Like a boy in trouble, Buggy’s eyes were glued to the floor.

”I didn’t think you were gonna do that.”

”How long have you been fucking spying on me?”

He scratched his nose nervously, “heard you were up there all day, got worried.”

Now it was time for your script, “Buggy, stop with this bullshit okay? We both know you don’t care about me all that much.”

”Why do you say that?”

You gestured around you, “I’m not made for love, okay I get it. Embarrass me a few times, now it’s done. All of it.”

In the light, his eyes glistened. Carefully he stepped toward you, your resolve threatening to break. Buggy tugged at your shirt’s hem, afraid to hold your hand. You had never seen him like this, your world crumbled around you.

“You are. I…know you are.”

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He squeezed your waist, pulling you tight against him. Neither dared to move, you listened to his heart thump rapidly against you.

”I’m no good, but I want to be. I just knew,” he huffed, “I knew that you’d fall for someone better.”

”You hurt me too much,” you whispered.

”I’m sorry. I’m not good at this stuff.”

He rubbed your back, resting his chin on your head. You didn’t know what to say, afraid to be vulnerable. So you let him hold you, the only sounds being the waves crashing against the ship, and your own hearts.

”I shouldn’t have slept with those people, I just thought…you didn’t want me. Couldn’t blame you for that, you know.”

”I want…I want love, Buggy. I don’t like what you do.”

He nodded, “I know. I…only been in love once. I was young, and maybe he loved me back. I dunno…he left me, betrayed what I thought I knew about him.”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes, a pain threatening to break him down.

”I haven’t learned how to love since. It’s not fair to you, is it?”

You shrug, and he squeezed you tighter.

”Don’t just roll over for me, you’re better than that.”

“Maybe I want you anyway, I can see the man you really are.”

He choked on a sob, “you’ll find someone better.”

”Buggy, look at me.”

He did, regret written on his face. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek, inching closer and closer to his lips. He met you there, the taste of salt landed on your tongue. You rubbed his eyes gently with your thumbs, he kissed you again. A shy smile on his face, matching your own.

“I missed you.”

”I missed you too.”

Your lips couldn’t stop finding each other, you felt like you were floating. Buggy led you to his bed, your bed really.

“Is this okay?” he said.

You nodded, tugging at his bandana. Running your fingers through his hair, he hummed in delight. The words you wanted to say danced on your lips, a small anxious side of you wondered if this good feeling was going to last.

He seemed to sense it, his own nervousness filling the air. Slowly he unbuttoned your shirt, peppering your skin with kisses.

”What were you thinking about, up there?”

You laugh, “every crazy thing we done before.”

He smiled, “I guess it’s okay to tell you I jerk it to the time we fucked in that bar restroom.”

”Like recently?”

”Oh babe, all the fucking time.”

That seemed to ease you, biting his collarbone, your eyes still on that locket.

Would it be weird to bring it up again now?

”You should go around shirtless more often,” you teased.

”Only if you do,” he kissed you again, “now let me fuck you. Please.”

You giggled as his hands roamed down your body, a satisfied smile as he felt your wetness. You missed his rough fingers thrusting inside you, only to slip out to give your clit attention. You bit his earlobe, a groan let out that you missed hearing.

“God damn,” he said as he sunk into you.

His fingers still circled your clit as he thrusted into you, “you missed this fat cock, didn’t you?”

You nodded breathlessly, you certainly missed his dirty mouth. Buggy rode on that ego, making you squirm beneath him. You claimed his lips with a searing kiss, feeling intoxicated on him and how he made you cum.

He lifted your legs up to hit deeper, the moan you let out louder than either of you expected, edging him closer.

You couldn’t hear what he whispered as he came. Before you could ask, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you. Emotion overcame you, and you cry silently. He noticed it anyway.

”Hey, please don’t be sad. I…don’t want to ruin this,” he pleaded.

You eyed that locket again, fingers inching towards it. He let you open it, you recognize the photo. It was the day you snuck off to an island to spend alone time together. You thought you looked bad, and he teased you about it. He said he thought you were cute anyway.

”You didn’t want it, so you know.”

”Needs you in there too, so we can both wear it.”

He smiles and kisses you, “I’m not tired, are you?”

You shook your head, letting him lead you out of bed. Buggy gently placed your hand on his shoulder, his own placed on your hip.

”Excuse my bad singing,” he says.

He hummed a quiet song, swaying you both gently. It was a love song, and you realized you never had anyone do this with you before. You pressed your bodies closer together, and you cry again.

”Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he whispers.

Buggy kisses your tears away, the song long forgotten as you dance together, the moon shining down on you. It was almost too perfect, too unbelievable.

”I didn’t mean it, when I did it first.”

He frowns, “I shouldn’t have done anything either. Let’s just move past it okay?”

You nod, “sorry.”

”It’s okay, I just believe in clean slates. Blame those missionaries that corner you at every port.”

You laugh, “you’re such a clown.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, kissing you again. You don’t want him to stop, letting him take you to bed again.

He’s between your legs for the second time tonight, and you’re determined to keep him there.

#buggy the clown #one piece #buggy x reader #buggy one piece

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rizzlegukgak · 9 months

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i just paused the newest play it by ear to make this post but i cannot get over how much i love the zach reino and jess mckenna duo they are so so so so perfect

jess’ musical improv skills are magnificent and her ability to chain words together is impeccable but when she’s in a regular improv scene she says some of the most buckwild things (i love this dearly), such as “the entire kansas state team died in a single unicycle accident”

& zach’s eager earnestness and commit-to-the-bit instincts to rival the greats make him the PERFECT follow up to jess being utterly unhinged, so we get moments like in this episode where he makes the genius improv decision to play a surviving member of said unicycle accident and sing a duet with ross bryant.

anyways they’re amazing and i love them and my brain had all these thoughts after watching the moment i wanted to talk about but i don’t know how to word it so just go watch play it by ear the newest episode is really good it’s about a competitive cornhole team from iowa

#this is like four separate posts merged into one but i needed to get these thoughts out #jess mckenna #zach reino #play it by ear #dropout #ross bryant #god i love this show #there’s cornhole and there’s unicycles

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sinning-23 · 1 month

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Til the wheels-er…wheel falls off (OPLA Cabaji x Reader)

Warnings: some smUt! Uhhhhhh this is also really super I wrote this on a whim.

He’s so stupid and hot with his stupid hair and his stupid eyeliner and his stupid bangs and stupid boobies!!!!!

Anyway enjoy!

Ps. Please ignore any spelling errors yall

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Cabaji wasn’t a particularly expressive member of the crew. To anyone else he was simple just Cabaji. Close to the captain, wielded knives, rode the unicycle, annnnd that's about it. Hell, he had a bit of an attitude about him but whatever.

To you, however, Cabaji was very expressive, especially when he was under you like this, his face tinted red with his hair a mess and sprawled onto the pillow under him. Your hands find refuge on his chest, sliding over the soft flesh there and over the tops of hardened nipples. No wonder he didn't wear a shirt most of the time, they're far too sensitive to have fabric cover them 24/7.

"Cabajiii~" You deride, licking a stipe up his already bruised and bitten neck, a work of art you take immense pride in.

Your hips rock against his and he’s trying his damndest to keep up, his hands going from your hips, to clenching the sheets, to resting between his teeth as he bites his knuckles.

""I-I can't hold- fuck y/n please. Too much." he huffs, his hips desperately thrusting upward tomeet yours.

Times like these you considered it an honor to see him like this, so fucked out and claiming he couldn't take it, just to beg to cum inside you one more time. You only hum, pushing his body back down to rest against eh matress as his stomach muscles tense. Such a pretty sight.

"Hold back or not, it won’t matter. I’m still gonna fuck you for all you're worth, get it?" You growl, a hand secured around his neck as he nods in agreement.

His hips are getting spoiraddic now, each moan a bit longer than the last and before he can warn you he's already buried his face into your neck, shaking as he cums for the 2nd time that night.

"Need a break?" You ask, fingers trailing down the soon to be welts on his back. Cabaji doesn't trust his voice right now to respond normally so he opts to shake his head no, lifting you a bit and slowly trusting upward.

"No. Im gonna keep fucking and filling this pussy up. That’s what you wanted wasn't it?" He growls, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Times like these it definitely was rewarding for you both to be switches. Even though most of the time you were a ride Cabaji wouldn't survies, he was always sure to return the favor and make sure you knew just what it felt like to have the roles reversed.

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Authors Note: what possessed me to write this you may ask?? I HAVE NO IDEA! Cabaji is kinda hot tho so like why not. As usual my asks are always open and make sure you drink some water today!

#x reader #one piece #reader is black #one piece live action #i don't care he's hot #headcannons #one piece x reader #opla #smut #hes so hot #cabaji #cabaji x reader #cabaji opla #cabaji one piece #blurb

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gracetheadrienettefan · 7 months

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ok wait wait wait wait wait

we all hate on master fu for choosing literal children, right

but what if they HAVE to be children.

think about it. Ladybug's power is creation. She basically runs off love. She's crazy, and unorganized, and the fact that she feels so much for everything is what makes her the perfect creation holder. She falls in love way too easily. She makes crazy plans. Her and her friends think they can save the world with a hijacked commercial, and they DO it. Because they believe they can. You can't tell me an adult would be able to pull off any of the crazy plans the Miracugang pulls off. (Honestly Miraculous Ladybug reawakened my inner child cuz I used to be just like Marinette and she's literally the reason I picked up sewing again but that's another rant for another time)

And then there's Adrien. His power is destruction. Freedom. (Go read drowning (in plain sight) by buggachat there's a whole character study on Plagg in there and it's beautiful.) Anyways. Imagine if Fu had waited another year or two, not to mention until Adrien was an adult with a 'fully functioning brain'. You can't tell me Adrien could've held out that long. He wouldn't have been chosen for the Chat miraculous, because he wouldn't have been trying to run away. He would have either been broken, or his father would have used his amok to force him into complete obedience by then. But in Origins, it's close enough to his mother's death that he still remembers her. He's still feeling. He's still rebelling. And then Plagg gives him the strength to keep doing that, and the outlet (as Chat Noir) to express himself so he doesn't lose himself.

And then there's the Lucky Charms. The plans that they come up with are frankly frickin bonkers. I mean, Rena's first mission (if I remember correctly) involved Chat Noir jumping off a roof on a unicycle. I honestly think Ladybug's lessened amount of life experience helps in those situations, because I'm only a couple years older than her and I would have never thought up any of those ideas. My brain is too fixed by the system at this point to think that much out of the box, although I'm working on fixing that. I can't imagine my mom, for example, coming up with any of that stuff, let alone finding a random pair of earrings and putting them on in the first place. Literally no one else would do that except for a super trusting teenager who's also into fashion. Not to mention the fact that they

TL;DR: The emotional capacity and limited life experience of the superheroes in ML are the only reason they even consented to being superheroes in the first place, and although I don't like it, Fu was working god mode when he picked them. Basically, you have to have the vision to see the possibilities without putting limits on yourself (because the holder sets the limits) and it's far easier for teenagers/younger people to imagine stuff like that. Also they're such dorks.

wow that's a long tldr sorry about that

#miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ladynoir #rant #headcannons #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml writers

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legacyshenanigans · 3 months

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Can we get a small lil Drabble of adult Marvolo getting a day to just act like a little kid 👀

Like since your clown post says that he doesn’t really get the chance to do stuff like that as an adult

Maybe Rowan takes him somewhere fun since he gave Rowan a chance to have fun at the carnival? 🙏🏻

I love this 🥹 I've been thinking about the clown post lately and the things Marvolo can do 🤣 I had a little idea, where he ends up slightly embarrassed 🤣🤣

At a Circus ground 💚

MC: Has you seen Marvolo? I can't find him anywhere?

Rowan: Nah I lost sight of him about 40 minutes ago. Where the hell could he have got to?

Ominis: Urgh, he always wanders off like this. He used to do all the time when we were younger and just LEAVE me alone in places, then he'd just reappear. Anyway.. He can't have gone too far.

(They suddenly hear some commotion around the back of one of the tents, clapping and cheering)

Rowan, Ominis, MC: (??)

(They walk around the back of the tent. A group of clowns were clapping and smiling and yelling out in cheer, and in front of them was Marvolo, juggling on a unicycle, smiling happily as he performed for the clowns, completely unaware that Rowan, MC and Ominis were watching)

Marvolo: *jumps off the unicycle and gives a final juggle flourish, managing to stack each ball on his head perfectly, after tossing each one up into the air*

Clowns: WOOO! Well done, pal! Pretty impressive! *grins*

Marvolo: *removes the balls and chuckles, handing them back to another clown* Thank you *smiles*

(Marvolo glances over to the side seeing his group)

Marvolo: (?!) *clears his throat and suddenly stands up straight* Oh..Oh Hello...I erm...I didn't know you three were there..

Rowan: *big teasing grin on his face*

MC: *giggles*

Ominis: What was he doing?

Rowan: He was jug-

Marvolo: NOTHING, I wasn't doing anything, Ominis. I was just..Talking to some clowns *mouths to Rowan and MC to keep quiet because Ominis will never let him live that down if he finds out*

#marvolo gaunt headcanons #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt hc

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natalynsie · 1 year

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The Best Thing (Gustholomule Oneshot)

Matt's least favorite event had to be Grom.

Or, at least, that's how it was the last two years.

“Bro, I don't wanna be the fifth wheel again,” Gus complained to Matt as they sat in Matt's room doing homework. Matt layed stomach down on his bed, writing his essay on dual tracks. Gus was working on full-room illusions for his advanced class, so if Matt's essay turned into a book on Gusology, he knew why.

“Yeah?” Matt responded. At least he got to be a wheel. If Matt was anything, it was a unicycle.

“Last year was all, 'oh my sweet potato' and Hunter awkwardly flirting with Willow. Made me miss announcing. But now that's King's full time thing.”

“Okay? What are you getting at?”

“Wanna go with me?” Gus asked, looking at Matt, whose stoic expression quickly burst into flames.

Gus seemed to regret all of his life choices as he waved his hands in front of his face.

“No, no no no, as a friend! Titan, that wording was bad.”

“Oh, oh, okay,” Matt calmed down. Not that he wasn't a little disappointed. But wait– he got to go with a friend this year! Something other than a random date that would ditch him in the first ten minutes. Hopefully Gus wouldn't ditch him.

Gus wasn't like that. He hoped.

Sometimes he felt like Gus was just playing a giant prank on him. Bria used to do things like that, ask him to do things with her and never show up. It was so embarrassing, even before she went bad she did things like that.

But Gus was different.

“Sure, I'll go with you,” Matt responded.

“Great!” Gus chirped. “It's settled. I'll pick you up at 6:30.”

“Sounds great.”

Even after Gus left, Matt worried. It was crazy, he knew Gus was his friend for real. Gus never did anything to hurt him. He stopped calling him Matty when asked, even though Matt kind of liked it (something Gus picked up on and started calling him Matty again). He let him sit with him at lunch without Matt having to convince him. He kept his promises and he never genuinely insulted him.

But the thought still haunted his mind.

He shook his head. Gus was amazing. Really amazing.

Matt couldn't deny it. Every time Gus called him Matty, or rested his arm on Matt's shoulder, or complimented Matt, even if it wasn't even a huge compliment, Matt's heart raced and his stomach filled with butterflies.

It felt kind of wrong. Gus was his best friend, and daydreaming about holding hands and kissing him would be so weird if Gus ever found out. He could only imagine Gus's reaction– disgusted and repulsed. He would never want to see Matt's face again.

Matt couldn't ever tell him. It was such a big risk. The tiny chance Gus felt the same, or losing his only friend.

Maybe Matt should change that "tiny chance" to zero percent chance. Why would Gus like him?

Gus was confident, and pretty, and funny, and cool, and nice, and talented, and Matt was none of those things. The only thing he had going for him was his art, maybe his writing, but those traits were unknown to Gus anyways.

Sometimes, Matt wondered why Gus even bothered to hang out with him.

“Matt!” Steve called from downstairs, knocking Matt out of his thoughts. “Dinner!”

“Coming!” Matt yelled back, putting his pencil down and racing down the stairs.

He sat across the table from his brother, immediately eating his food.

“So, what did you and Gus do?” Steve asked.

“Just hung out. He asked me if I wanted to go to Grom with him and his friends.”

“Man, you should just ask him out already,” Steve suggested.

“No way! He'd be so grossed out. He'd never want to hang out with me again.”

“Matt, how long have you been crushing on this kid? Like ten months?”

“A year.”

“Right. An entire year. I know you're scared, but I think you should go for it. From what I've seen, he likes you back. Plus, he's way too nice to give up being your friend anyway.”

Matt frowned. “Augustus may be nice, but he's not going to stay friends with me for pity points. My stupid crush is gonna be the end of me!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I'll never be able to convince you, will I?”

“Nope,” Matt smirked.

Steve sighed. “You are such a handful.”

~~~

The day of Grom came too fast. The queen was revealed to be Willow, and Luz and Amity were no doubt ecstatic to cheer for her.

Matt was in his room, fixing his hair. He was wearing white suit with a red shirt, and he spent way too much time doing his makeup, which was just red eyeshadow and black mascara. He just wanted to look perfect.

Knock knock knock.

Matt ran down the stairs to see Steve already talking to Gus. Gus was wearing a newer blue suit, which was paler in color and had the slightest hint of green.

“Hey Augustus,” Matt greeted.

“Matty! You look awesome! Are you ready to go?”

Matt blushed slightly. “Yeah. Let's go.”

Gus smiled, waving goodbye to Steve as he closed the door.

The two began walking towards the school. It was only a five minute walk from Matt’s to Hexide, so they didn’t even need their palismen.

“Your brother was telling me–” Gus began, but was cut off.

“Spare me my dignity and don’t tell me, will you?” Matt replied.

“Fair response, your brother always tells me the most embarrassing stuff about you.”

“I should start telling his girlfriend embarrassing things about him,” Mathholomule suggested. “See how he likes it.”

“His girlfriend? Why not his friends.”

Matt blushed, realizing what he just compared. “Um, I mean, because his girlfriend is really close with him and I’m really close with you– but not in a girlfriend way! Oh my titan, I’m sorry, I just–”

Matt screamed into his hands and he heard Gus giggle. “It’s fine dude, talking is like that sometimes.”

“This time it wasn’t talking, it was just me,” Matt complained. “I should learn how to not do that.”

“Hey Gus!” A shout was heard from above. Matt and Gus looked up to see Willow and Hunter flying to the school.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Hunter asked.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Gus yelled back.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Willow said, flying closer to ground level.

“Wow, you are very calm, considering you’re about to battle Grom,” Matt commented, trying to change the subject.

“I think I’ve got it. I’ve conquered my fears before, I can probably do it again.” Willow shrugged, looking away.

She couldn’t do it again.

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes into Grom when Willow ran off screaming, a figure Matt couldn’t make out chasing her.

On a less terrifying note, the first fifteen minutes were okay. Actually, they were great. Hunter, Amity, and Luz spent their time cheering for Willow while Gus and Matt dramatically lip-synced to the music in the background. There was some teasing from Luz and Amity, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to.

But getting shoved through a crowd and into the hole Grom came out of was something he wasn’t used to.

His screams as he fell were drowned out by the screams of everyone else.

When he hit the ground, stopped rolling, and looked up, he saw no light. There were dim orbs of light illuminating the caverns he had fallen into, but he still could barely see his feet.

Meanwhile, above the chaos, Gus was busy calling out for Matt.

He knew Matt had probably ran off with the crowd, but he was better safe than sorry.

When everyone was gone, he expected silence to be heard, but there was a faint sound coming from the caverns. Gus’s heart dropped as he dropped himself into the hole under the school.

In the darkness, Gus couldn’t see much, but he saw small parts of Grom swarming together in one spot far down the tunnel. Gus followed quickly after.

“Matty?” He called out, to no answer.

He heard faint whispers down the tunnel, and slowed down.

“Matt?”

The whispers got louder.

“Did you really think you could get away from me?” Gus heard a voice that resembled Bria’s ask.

Gus creeped down the hall, following where the voice had come from.

“I wish you were never born, I’ve lost my entire youth because I had to deal with you,” Steve was heard, louder than Bria had been. Another voice began to whisper, and Gus froze as his heart stopped.

That was his voice.

“You really thought I wanted to be friends with you?” It began, and Gus started running as fast as he could toward the sound. He peered over a corner to where he saw Grom, a form of Gus with a death grip on Matt’s head. Gus could see the tears running down Matt’s face through his closed eyes, completely helpless and alone. “You’re useless, I just kept you around for laughs. I never wanted to be your friend, nevermind your bo-”

Gus screamed and jumped at Grom. Maybe Gus wasn’t exactly strong or had practical magic for this type of situation, but his anger took a hold of him. He punched the fear bringer as much as he could before it slipped through the cracks of his fingers and formed itself next to him.

Matt was frozen, but Gus couldn’t pay attention right then. Luz had given him glyphs in case of this type of situation, so he folded a fire glyph in half and pointed it at Grometheus, who would morph into Adrian Graye if given the chance. But Gus wasn’t willing to give those chances.

“Augustus…” Matt whispered, but Gus couldn’t hear.

Gus opened more plant and fire glyphs, even though he knew he was starting to run low.

“AUGUSTUS!”

Matt pulled Gus out of the way of a giant arm flying through the air towards Gus, taking his hand and running. Gus threw some ice glyphs down the tunnel while Matt dragged him up the stairs and out of the pit.

The two sprinted out of the school and into the forest behind it. Matt created a little dome with magic to hide them from Grom.

Gus let out a sigh of relief and looked up to Matt, whose face was buried in his hands.

“Matty, are you okay?” Gus asked.

“No? I just watched all my worst fears come to life,” Matty responded, not daring to look up.

Gus slid over to him quietly, looking at the barren wall in front of them. “I’m sorry, Matt.”

“Thanks for helping me,” Matt mumbled. “I would still be down there if not for you.”

“Of course. You’re my friend.”

Gus heard Matt let out a sob, and take in a shaky breath.

“I mean it. No matter what Grom said. You’re my best friend.”

“Why?” Matt croaked.

That simple word pained Gus to his very soul. From the tone to the question, it wasn’t right. No one should have to ask that.

“Because you’re awesome,” Gus began. “Honestly, you’re so much more past surface level. You’re really smart when it comes to literature. I like how you talk a lot, and no matter what happens to you, you persevere. You’re always there when I need you and you’ll do anything for people you love. What more could I ask for?”

Matt looked at Gus with teary eyes and a soft smile. His mascara, and makeup and general, was ruined but Gus still thought he looked great. Matt choked and cried again, but this time of happy tears.

Gus pulled him in for a hug, and Matt dug his face into Gus’s shoulder.

“I’m so glad I have you,” Matt stated simply, and Gus felt his heart skip a beat.

“I’m glad I have you too,” Gus responded as Matt rose back from his shoulder, wiping his final tears away.

“Do you think Steve really hates me?” Matt asked, looking away.

“No,” Gus replied. “He was just talking about how proud he was of you when I knocked on your door. Though he did add a comment about it being a ‘date’.”

“Oh my gosh, he’s so embarrassing,” Matt groaned. “But I still love him.”

Gus smiled.

“I feel like I’m such a burden right now,” Matt half-joked. “To you and Steve. But I think I know you guys care for me a lot. Just tell me if I’m being too much.”

“You’re never too much,” Gus comforted. “You’re not a burden, and you’re right, I do care about you. A lot.”

Matt pulled away from the hug and leaned against the wall of the dome.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked.

“Yeah, what?” Gus asked.

“Well, before I say, I just want you to know that it’s okay if you… don’t want to be friends with me anymore. We had a good run.”

“What?” Gus questioned, voice cracking. Nothing would ever make him not want to be friends with Matt.

“I… kinda have a crush on you…”

Gus froze, processing the overload of information he had just received.

Matty? Like me? Oh titan, oh titan, oh titan, I’ve lost the ability to speak. Focus, Gus, focus!

“I’m so sorry,” Matt apologized.

“Don’t be,” Gus managed to say. “I think I like you too,” He lowered his head shyly, but kept looking at Matt.

Matt’s eyes grew wide as he looked at Gus. “Really? You’re not messing with me, right?”

“I’d never mess with you over something like this.”

Matt’s open mouth morphed into a smile and he hugged Gus.

“You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me,” Matt mumbled, and Gus melted.

“You too.”

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