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sporadicthingcollection · 7 months

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Kiss, Marry, Kill: Part 1/2 (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which Buggy overhears a private conversation and uses that knowledge against you. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Word Count: ~3k (of 5.3k) Warnings: Clown abuse, strong language, incorrect use of a straight razor.

Never had you on my mind Now you're there all the time Never knew what I missed until I kissed ya

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By all accounts, Buggy should be having a great time. There's food, alcohol, gambling... hell, there's even a swimming pool. Not that he can partake, but he can live vicariously.

Instead, he's got a whole school of shark eyes trained on him as he sits on a stool next to Arlong's throne. This water park sucks.

He's not chained up or anything. The threat of a couple dozen sets of teeth ripping into him is reason enough to sit perfectly still, keep his mouth shut, and try to look as small as possible. No sudden movements, no change in expression, no—

"Kiss the clown, marry the waiter, kill Pink Hair."

Buggy sits bolt upright and looks around. Who the hell said that?

Arlong doesn't even deign to look at him. "Hear something?"

Clear. Crisp. With a little bit of an accent, maybe. He's heard it somewhere recently, but where?

Certainly not here. It was a woman's voice, and Arlong Park is a bit of a sausage party at the moment. Not that he can tell on sight with fishpeople.

"Answer me, clown," Arlong rumbles.

He forgets who he's talking to for a moment. "Eavesdropping's an art," he snaps. "You can't rush art."

Big mistake. Arlong responds with a low, wet growl. "It's been three days. My patience is running thin."

Quiet chatter. The clinking of silverware. Someone chewing with their mouth open. The little pirates are at a restaurant, it seems.

He relays this to Arlong. He's less than pleased. He enunciates every word to show his teeth. "Care to be more specific?"

A shudder crawls up the back of Buggy's neck. He takes a swig of his drink to cover it. He places his fingers over his remaining ear, straining.

"You're shitting me." That voice he recognizes. The redhead. The one who ruined his show. The one Arlong's so interested in. Nadi? Nani? Noni?

The other woman speaks. "Nami, you rejected him," she says. "Girl Code only applies if you were dating."

Nami. That's her, the conniving little bitch. "No, not the waiter. I mean you'd seriously kiss the clown? He nearly killed us."

He'd recognize Rubber Boy's voice anywhere, the little shitheel. "And his nose would get in the way."

The mystery woman speaks up again. "That's nothing new. I’ve smacked noses with plenty of guys."

Okay, that narrows it down. It’s not the redhead, it can't be Rubber Boy or the bounty hunter, so that leaves...

...you. Of course it's you. How could he forget you? You're the only one who laughed at Axe-Hand Moron. Granted, it was more like a snnrrrk and you immediately clapped your hand over your mouth, eyes wide with horror, but it was a laugh all the same.

And in that moment, he knew he liked you. Bad sense of humor. Cute smile. A little bashful. He appreciates that. Sure, you helped humiliate him not an hour after the fact, but all's fair in love and piracy.

"Look, I'm not saying it’s a good idea," you continue, "but sometimes you gotta live dangerously."

The bounty hunter speaks, dry and droll. "Storms are dangerous. Bar fights are dangerous. You're just insane."

"Oh, c'mon, you're not seriously gonna hold Fu..." You pause. "Kiss Marry Kill answers against me."

So that's what's going on. "They're just chattering like they always are," he says to Arlong.

Arlong does not like that answer. He snatches Buggy up by the neck, lifting him clear off the ground with only one hand.

"Wait! Wait wait wait! They're still talking! I might have something!" He kicks and struggles, but it's no use.

You speak. "You think everything pops off? ‘Cause a gal could really— hyurk.”

Laughter all around as you’re cut off by something. Sounds like you choked.

“Thank you, Usopp,” Nami says. “I am not having that conversation.”

Arlong saunters over to the pool, carrying Buggy like a ragdoll. He has precious few seconds now. C'mon, he wills them, say something useful!

A slap, a spit, then a couple of hard coughs. “Nice shot,” you wheeze. “Use the unspicy peanut next time. I think I burned my windpipe.”

The new guy — Usopp — scoffs. “Spicy? Please. This isn’t spicy. Baratie spicy is barely a zip. Now, you want spicy, you gotta hit up the Great Pepper Isles. Their chilis are so hot, I had an out-of-body experience.”

And boom, there it is. Right as he's about to be dropped into the water, his ticket to life.

“Baratie! They're at Baratie," he chokes out. "That floating restaurant. That really nice one I got thrown out of, the pricks."

It was Cabaji's fault. Turns out whipping a unicycle out at the bar is frowned upon. Who'd've thunk.

Arlong 'smiles.' All teeth and gums and no mirth at all. "Consult our charts," he says to the nearest fishman. "I'll prepare our compass."

He grabs Buggy by the hair and yanks. In the interest of not getting his neck broken, he separates his head from his body. Unfortunately, gravity takes over and his body plunges into the pool.

Weakness swamps him like a rogue wave. He can't say a word as he's stuffed into a cloth sack and everything goes dark.

In both ears, all he can hear are the sounds of laughter.

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Someday, Buggy will learn not to run his fat mouth. That day is not today.

Usopp barges into the galley and lobs his head through the air, a low slow toss. He only has a moment to appreciate not being overhand pitched before landing on the floor. Not on his nose, fortunately, but it still hurts.

He points at the blonde guy — Sanji? Sanji. "I can't take it anymore. He's your problem now. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

He tramps off as Buggy flips himself upright. “What’s his problem?” he asks no one in particular. “Sheesh, you make one ‘your mom’ joke and—“

A decidedly unmanly yelp escapes him as he's popped up into the air. The world spins and turns and he braces himself to hit the ground again, only to be caught in soft hands. He's spun around...

...and comes face to face with you, regarding him with curious, contemptuous eyes.

Oh, you're even prettier up close. The redhead's a looker, but she's still a kid. Soft. Pale. Set like a mousetrap, ready to spring and break some poor chump's neck at the slightest provocation.

But you? You're a grown-ass woman. Comfortable in your sun-kissed skin. A twinkle of experience in your eye and the ease of someone who's been sailing her ship for years.

He can't help but smile. "Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous," he says with a wink.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Sanji shoot him a glare. Your expression remains cool and uninterested. Shifting his head to your side, you hold him against your hip like a laundry basket. Even through your trousers, the soft swell of flesh warms his cheek.

“Weren't you just on buggysitting duty?” you ask Sanji.

Buggysitting? Really? "I'm right here, y'know," he grumbles.

He's ignored, as per usual. Sanji straightens up and huffs. “New guy always gets the shit jobs.”

“Let’s trade,” you say. “You take my watch and I’ll mind our chatty compass.”

Rude. “I’m still right here.”

Sanji shakes his head. “Go get your beauty sleep. Not that you need it, of course."

Wow, that was a bad line. Buggy makes his displeasure known with a retch.

“Sleep is for people who don’t have coffee.” You flap your hand toward the door. "Shoo.”

Sanji glances between you and Buggy, but heads for the door. "Any trouble at all, love, and I’m a shout away."

A little smile colors your voice. "If he starts gnawing my ankles, you’ll be the first to know."

Sanji returns the smile, sickeningly sweet. As he leaves, you sit at the table, placing Buggy across from you.

He wants nothing more than to plant his leg on a stool, lean in on his knee, and give you a toothy grin. But alas, he must settle for the grin. "Alone at last. Come here often?"

You don't even bother to look at him, too preoccupied with picking up a very shiny straight razor and a strip of leather. Muscle ripples under your skin as you slide the blade back and forth.

"So you're the barber," he says. You don't respond. "Can't imagine you're too busy on a ship with a bunch of babyfaces." Still nothing. "Don't suppose I could get a shave, then? Last time I used a straight razor, I ended up like this!"

"Barber surgeon," you say as you inspect the blade. Dissatisfied with some invisible blemish, you continue stropping.

He shrugs, only to remember he can’t. "Say, doc, I can't feel anything below my neck. Could you take a look?”

Irritation tints your voice. “Not a doctor,” you say. You’ve clearly had to explain this countless times before. “Doctors treat the inside. I fix up the outside.”

“Splitting hairs, Miss Sawbones.”

Shiff shiff shiff goes the razor. "If you don't stop talking, we’re gonna see if cutting off the nose really does spite the face. Might be an improvement for you.”

That’s just low. “Keep talking shit and this bark is gonna turn into bite.”

You finally look up. You level the razor at him, glaring down the blade. “You’re the only one talking, clown.”

Damn. Your eyes are pretty. Warm as the first sunbeam of a summer morning, but dark as the blotches he gets in his eyes when he looks into a spotlight by accident. Hot like one, too. Heat lurks below the dark surface, like warm charcoal about to catch fire.

Nerves ball up in his absent chest. He swallows them and summons his bravado. “Can ya blame me? I’ve got shit else to do. I’ve met parrots with more to say than you.”

"Count the cracks in the ceiling."

"One, two, three—“ He gives an exaggerated groan. “Didn't you say you were gonna make coffee? Can I get in on that?"

You scoff, but you do stand. "Last thing you need is caffeine.”

“The last thing I need is to be held hostage by a bunch of greenhorn nobodies,” he says, "and yet here I am."

“Sucks to suck,” you say. You pull a pot out of a cupboard and fill it with water. “How do you take it? Sugar? Cream?”

“Black. Like my heart.”

You let out that snnnrrrrk of a suppressed laugh again. What a nice sound. “Something we got in common.”

“Black heart or black coffee?”

“Yes.”

Such a simple, easy response. Not even particularly clever. But the delivery with no hesitation, no intonation, no second guessing the punchline. He laughs. “I knew I liked you!”

You glance over your shoulder at him. “You try to kill everyone you like? No wonder you have no friends.”

He hops to the edge of the table. Not an easy feat with only a stump. “C’mon, babe. All’s fair in love and piracy.”

Calling you babe was a blindfolded over-the-shoulder shot in the dark, but it lands. You add a smile to your glance. “I’ll give you that and nothing more.”

Somewhere, miles away, his heart flutters. He lets it. “Will you still give me coffee?”

“Only if you shut up ‘til this water boils.”

In this state, he’ll take any scrap of stimulus he can get. He bites his tongue and bites it hard, willing himself not to speak.

Silence creeps in. Silence leads to stewing, and stewing leads to bad thoughts. Bad feelings. Lonely feelings. Like how long it’s been since he’s had a friendly cuppa joe with someone. Or had someone honestly laugh at his stupid jokes.

Especially not someone as quick as you. Or as pretty. Or with such a nice ass. Or who maybe-sorta-kinda-might-possibly be interested in him. Potentially. Hypothetically.

There’s no damn way, he tells himself. You’re humoring him. You’re definitely shacking up with that cook — young, charming, handsome. Or the bounty hunter, maybe — tall, dark, broody.

You wouldn’t give him a second glance. Him, a pathetic, painted, big-nosed weirdo. Who is currently a severed head. A temporary state, but still not a good first impression. Even though his actual first impression was trying to kill you and your buddies. This second first impression is just as bad.

A sharp groan escapes him before he can stop it. He eyes you, expecting you to snap at him or worse.

But you don’t. You pause in your pouring to peer over your shoulder at him, gaze soft. “Y’alright?”

There goes his heart again. Ugh. “Peachy. That coffee done yet?”

You curl your lip. “What’s got your panties in a knot?”

“Just realized I’m gonna need a straw or some shit.”

Still sneering, you set a shallow mug in front of him. “I’ll see what I can find.”

See? You definitely don’t like him. Stupid fucking jackass, letting his hopes get up. This is what he gets.

…A nice, warm cup of coffee. If you really hated him, you wouldn’t have given him coffee, right? Or be looking for a straw?

You’re just humoring him. You just want to save your friend. Catch more flies with honey and all that. He’ll be more agreeable if you’re friendly.

Across the room, you open a drawer. “Hey, bendy straws. Perfect.”

You’re breaking out bendy straws for him? There’s gotta be something there! At least a little something!

No. No way. Coincidence.

You place an oddly long straw into the mug. He realizes it’s three normal ones jammed end-to-end, creating a pipe ending just about level with his mouth.

You just pulled some engineering shit so he can drink coffee with you. There’s definitely something.

An ice cube plops into the mug and you slide back into the booth with your own cup. “Might dilute it a bit, but can’t have you burning your mouth.”

His distant heart flips again. He has to say something. Before he can convince himself otherwise. He says the first thing that comes to mind.

“So,” he says, “‘kiss the clown,’ eh?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That’s the first thing he thought of? Seriously? He braces himself for boiling coffee thrown in his face.

You freeze mid-sip, brows raised. “Excuse me?”

Okay, you don’t look mad. “Don’t deny it, babe. I heard everything. Kiss Marry Kill? Nice job keeping it kid-friendly, wink wink."

You stare at him with those dark eyes. "No idea what you're on about."

"I know you know. And I know you know I know." He waggles his eyebrows, hoping for a laugh, but he gets nothing.

You watch the steam swirling up from your mug. "What do you want me to say, exactly? That I chose you to kiss?"

"I just wanna know what possesses a woman to make her want to shack up with the guy who tried to kill her and her friends." He lips the straw into his mouth and takes a test sip. Still quite hot.

"Circumstance. Process of elimination. Being put on the spot." You pick up the razor. Your fiddling with it belies your agitation.

"Don't lie to me, babe," he croons. "I can see right through you."

You stare at him. "And what is it that you see?"

What does he see? "A woman on a knife's edge of self-satisfaction and self-destruction. Once bitten, twice shy, but when he comes around the third time, you just can't help yourself."

Your fiddling becomes more insistent. You break eye contact to look at the razor. He's hitting on something. Time to push some buttons.

"You bet on the wrong horse every time. You think it'll be different this time. But it never is." He smiles bitterly. "Something else we got in common. Birds of one ugly feather."

Your gaze softens as you return your gaze to him. "So you found the problem, Doctor Headshrink. What’s the prescription?"

Shoot your shot, Buggy. "Kiss the clown and maybe we'll find out."

You're still for a few moments. Then slowly, carefully, you slide your hand across the table. You pull him closer as you lean lower in your seat to eye level with him.

He can't help the way his breath quickens. It's been so, so long since he had any kind of intimacy. Your reedy fingers trace his jaw down to his chin. Your thumb comes up to pull at his bottom lip, and he lets out a satin-soft whimper as he opens his mouth to you.

You strike like a snake, yanking his tongue out with one hand and readying your razor with the other. His choke turns into a scream as you bring it down, severing his tongue clean at the root.

It's one thing to disconnect body parts. Pop a leg off, drop an ear — he’s used to it. But it's a different story when said part is supposed to be inside of him. His tongue waggles like a fish as he tries to return it to his mouth, but you keep a firm grip.

"You can have this back in the morning," you say.

He wants to cuss you out, but what comes out is ew bihck, whadda fuhck iss won wif ew, gif ih bahck.

You laugh. And lord, what a laugh you've got. Loud, like a party gone late into the hours of the night. Clattery, like a dozen plates shattering on the floor. Full of mirth, like a drunk on payday.

And, for the briefest of moments, his rage is forgotten. He wants to make you laugh like that.

But it returns with a vengeance, replaced with a desire to see you squirm.

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#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece live action #reader insert #x reader #all aboard the one piece train choo choo #emberly writes

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emberlyric · 2 months

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why is it always, when I tell people about my progress on my novel, i’ll be like “I’ve written 93k words on my first draft!”

and then their response: “…uh, cool! How many pages is that?”

like??? Idk? Depends on the fucken font size? Page layout? Why is page number more tangible for some people to picture than word count?

So annoying

#emberlywrites #emberly bitches #writing

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em-writes-stuff · 6 months

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flufftober + whumptober day 11

prompts: sweet tooth + "no one will find you"

1257 words

warnings: character death

characters: echo song, emberly drewitt, nyks fyre

Emberly holds Echo’s hand, pressing her forehead against it. She sniffles and sighs, “You’re sure you’re alright with me leaving?”

He nods and, grunting with effort, sits up. “You have to do what you want to. You’ve spent too much of your life staying behind for others. I don’t want to be one. Although…” it says, squeezing her hand. “If you wanted to stay one more day and get some fried dough with me in the morning, I wouldn’t mind.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “I don’t know, I’ve got a pretty tight schedule. Might not be able to wait that long.”

“Aw, man.” Echo says, pulling his hand from her playfully. “Guess I’ll have to crawl the whole way there myself. All alone.” he takes a deep breath and looks away from her. “With my weak, failing body.”

“Oh, hush.” She says. She takes its hand in hers again and rests her head on the mattress. “You’ll outlive us all.”

It sniffles and smiles sadly and slides back onto its back. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

She takes the queue and stands up, “You better.”

His features change into something showing mock determination and he nods. She closes the door and walks down the hallway to Nyks’ room. She knocks and pushes the door open.

Nyks glares at her, “You’re really leaving tonight?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head. She sits on the end of Nyks’ bed and takes a deep breath. “I’m getting fried dough with him in the morning and leaving after that.”

Nyks rolls her eyes and pulls a blanket up to her chin. “You won’t even wait another month? That’s probably all it has left.”

“I can’t.” she shakes her head. “He made me promise. I have to go to the ocean and watch the whale come up for air. It’s not happening for another five years. And he knows that.”

Nyks rolls her eyes again and nudges Emberly off the bed. “Go and get it tonight. Harbly’ll fry some up if he knows it’s for Echo. It won’t be able to make the walk in the morning.”

She nods and walks to the doorframe. “I wish I could stay, but he’d never forgive himself if I did.”

Nyks sighs and nods, she inhales deeply and purses her lips, “I know. I just…have to be mad at someone and it’s not going to be him.”

Emberly knocks on Echo’s door and pushes inside. She sets a plate on his bedside table and opens his curtains to let in the sunrise. “I woke up early, so I went on a walk into town. Harbly was already up and cooking. You know how he gets.”

Echo eyes the plate and Emberly’s lack of eye bags. He forces a smile and pushes up against the headboard. “Thanks. How is Harbly? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Oh,” Emberly says, handing Echo a ball of golden-brown fried dough. “He’s fine. Keeping plenty busy as usual. He’s actually got a new building up behind his house. Told me it was for chickens.”

Echo chuckles, “Soon he won’t need anything from anyone. Might even have to start pricing stuff instead of trading for it.”

“Oh, I doubt it.” Emberly laughs. She bites into her fried dough and exhales happily. “He’ll always find something to ask for.”

They sit together, chatting about whatever comes to mind, slowly making their way to the bottom of the dough pile. Sugar falls off the balls and onto the blanket, making it look like it had snowed in the room.

Emberly splits the last fried dough ball in half and hands Echo the bigger one, “I have to get heading out before it gets too hot.”

It nods and sets the sweet onto his blanket. “I know. Thank you for getting these. I know it’s a difficult walk to make in the middle of the night.”

The breath gets caught in her throat and she shakes her head, “I told you I went over this morning.”

“I know.” He smiles softly and nods, “I’m dying, not an idiot.”

She forces a smile and leaves his room, saying a quick goodbye to Nyks before getting Atlas from the stable and heading to the ocean.

It’s another two weeks before she gets back. Atlas lumbers into his stable and flops down on the blanket in the corner. Emberly rolls in a wheelbarrow of food for him and latches the gate closed. She walks into the house with a smile on her face and a bag of sweet smelling goods in her hand.

She knocks on Echo’s door and pushes it open, stopping with it half closed. The curtains are drawn and dust floats in the air.

Nyks sits on its bed. They look up at Emberly and bite her cheek. “You’re too late.”

“No,” Emberly cries. She falls to her knees and holds her head in her hands. “When?”

“Three days.”

“That’s it?” Emberly breathes. “Three days?”

Nyks pushes off the bed and walks over to her, hand held out with a note. “As far as we know.”

Nyks walks out of the room and leaves Emberly to read the note.

“Whoever’s reading this, I’m sorry to make you the bearer of bad news.” She laughs weakly and walks over to the window to draw the curtains open enough to let in some light. “One thing my grandma told me when I was growing up was that you never wanted to be around an instinctive when they’re dying, so I hope you understand that I’m not letting you see me die. I might just take you with me. Anyway, I’ve sent letters to everyone who I could think of, and really hope the messenger I picked can do their damn job.” she laughs again and fips the paper over. “Once word gets around, there will probably be a few deliveries coming, it’s the best I could do with what I had. I really loved spending time with everyone and hope you can forgive me for not saying proper goodbyes.

“All my love, Echo.”

Emberly sobs and clutches the note to her chest. She leans forward and exhales shakily. Nyks walks back into the room and holds their hand out to her. “We’re gonna be alright. But you’re not leaving until I say so.”

She laughs and wraps her arms around them, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They walk into the living room and sit down on the couch with one of the blankets Echo had made across their laps.

~ (alternate ending)

Echo falls to the ground in pain. He yelps, startling all the wildlife around it. He breathes deeply and shakes his head. It has to keep going. Slowly, it makes his way through the thick woods and finds a gently flowing stream.

“This is good,” he says to himself. “Noone will find you here.”

It lays down on the clovered ground and looks through the webbed branches.

The light barely shines through, penetrating the blanket of leaves just enough to warm the skin on its face. He smiles, finally content, and closes his eyes.

Energy ripples out from it with every weak breath, warping the light and making waves in the water. Leaves shake and birds twitter anxiously. The ground shakes and branches wobble under the stress from the sudden change in everything.

Then, as if by magic, everything stops. Echo’s chest no longer rises and falls, his eyes don’t flick back and forth under its eyelids and nothing moves.

#whumptober2023 #flufftober2023 #sweet tooth #no one will find you #whumptober #flufftober #whump #fluff #echo song #emberly drewitt #nyks fyre #not to tag with ocs but #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing

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britishsass · 2 years

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Project Daybreak Files - Cynder Emberly

[Previous page] Name: Cynder Emberly, aka "Phoenix" Age: 35 Pronouns: He/him Role in Project Daybreak: Security Specialty: Pyrokinesis (Fire manipulation) C. Emberly was an arsonist and all-around nuisance, but with his membership of Project Daybreak, he has become very focused on assisting them. He has been seen interacting with M. Practice, and he may have a type of comradery with him. He is known to enjoy burning things of all sorts, and therefore, Agent Vodello has requested not to interact with this group at all costs. He frequently acts as security for Project Daybreak and its members, but can be easily distracted as well. Defensive strategies: The usual pyrokinetic strategies apply-- Fire extinguishers, fire blankets, psychic restraints. Do not approach without anti-fire protections. [Next page]

#queue #the owl posts #project daybreak #the owl writes #cynder emberly #arson tw.#fire tw.#also he and mal may be a lil bit gay. in the weirdest way.

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theonlythingimfuckingisstupid · 2 years

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What characters or people would you say remind you of your characters?

nyks- i don't think she acts like the person she reminds me of, they just share a name (well, the person she reminds me of has nyx as her last name) also me, she's got a lot of my traits

keegan- no one?? idk, i try to keep my ocs away from the actual people i know for some reason

lake- my cousin. they're kinda same in some ways but i don't know if he'd be comfortable with me sharing, so i'm not going to

liv- an old friend that i don't talk to anymore

spence- no one again. i'm sure there's someone, but i have no clue right now

haven- another old friend who i don't talk to anymore

echo- @tacocat7997 only because he's like a blorbo to it

emberly- a little bit like a current friend

evie- no one

#this was so hard #i try to keep my ocs away from being like the people i know just bc i know i'll start writing them as people i know #em rambles #thank you for the ask :)#anon #echo song #nyks fyre #keegan quinn #spencer dedwulf #haven roberts #olivia hoppins #lake colby #emberly drewitt #evangeline drewitt #not to tag with ocs but

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chad-something · 1 year

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BEHOLD Fic Recs!!!! 18+

Notes: I’m reposting this because it seems to have disappeared completely from my account!! After the week we’ve all had I thought I’d accumulate some of my favs 🥹🥹 I’ll make a list for fluffy fics as well! Big love.

Side note, there is no theme, the theme is chaos fuck you Filoni

Warnings: These all contain 18+ content, minors do not interact - all posts contain individual warnings.

Expensive Tastes: by @eloquentmoon - cad bane x AFAB!reader

• Good lord. Need I say more? I want this shit tattooed on my fucking eyelids.

Rough Day: by @no-droids - mando x F!reader

• Because obviously. Is it too much to call this the Bible for fanfic readers?

Tech Savvy: by @bb-8 - Tech x F!reader

• Pure, unadulterated perfection.

Can I help with that?: by @nahoney22 - Tech x F!reader

• She needs no introduction. All of Honey’s work is PERFECTION!! I’m kicking my feet and blushing thinking about it all.

Handling: by @moodymisty - Tech x F!reader

• Again, she needs no introduction. Incredible writing AND incredible sex, what more could you ask for? I just adore all of her stuff!!

Catch and Release: by @sporadicthingcollection - Cad Bane x F!reader

• This was the first fic I ever read on ao3 after somebody sent it to me and I remember with such clarity being like … wait… this shit can be GOOD good?! I feel like I’m reading a Jane Austen novel rn except it’s pure smut and about a blue space cowboy. I seriously hang off Emberly’s every word - this fic and the whole series is AMAZING

Poise Counterpoise: by @sporadicthingcollection - Tech x F!reader

• Mmm same as above but for tech. I want to inject this into my brain?!

Quick and Dirty: by @eyecandyeoz - Tech x Reader

• Everything. All of Candy’s stuff. But in light of recent events this one has been on my mind!

Multitasking: by @neon-junkie - Tech x GN!reader

• I dare you to find a fic by neonjunkie that I won’t obsess over, this is one of my personal favs

Coriolis Effect: by @uponrightful - Crosshair x reader

• FANTASTIC Crosshair series with excellent writing, pacing, and smut by uponrightful

What Boba thinks about on the throne: by @saradika - Boba x F!reader

• I’m blushing. Every. Single. Fic. Is. Perfection. (And read kinktober 2021 NEEEOOOOOOWW)

These are just some off the top of my head to help ease the pain from the finale!! I’ll be back with more soon I’m sure - and there are so many other fluffy fics I adore that I can’t wait to shout out asap

(Boarders by @saradika)

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urbanflorals · 3 days

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here is an excerpt from my writing today!

callum's pov btw

also um yeah meet Emberly and Earley.

Earley lives in a two-storied home that seems its straight out of a fairy-tale mother tells Addiline and Lorelei. It’s a white wooden home with vines creeping up the walls, the windows are thrown open each with a small box of flowers hanging from them. A picket fence wraps around the house with a path that travels through the yard connecting the rows of plants. Butterflies float around the garden in harmony dropping to land on flowers and the flying off again when they’re satisfied with their work. A gentle breeze floats through the air and the smell of fresh air and rain hits me – this place smells like Aurelia.

Earley directs us towards the small gate underneath an arch leading us into her home, but the second we step foot in her garden the butterflies freeze, and a high-pitched shriek emits from them as they hurtle towards us. The once gentle breeze picks up to a deadly pace and whips around us caging us in, the clear sky suddenly darkens, and we’re trapped in an air storm that’s closing in on us quickly. Leahla screeches when a butterfly touches her and she lifts off the ground, gripping onto my arm with surprising strength. Aurelia is calming looking about, not showing any signs of panic or care as her hair is whipped into a frenzy, in fact it seems like butterflies are just landing on her and resting.

Earley and Emberly both turn around with frowns on their faces. Earley’s directed at the butterflies and Emberly’s directed at Leahla who is still making noise.

“Oh enough already,” Early scolds to the butterflies, she waves her hand towards them all and the arm walls vanish, and the butterflies move away from us crowding Earley as if she’ll protect them from us. “Yes, I know they aren’t from here,” she says when one of the critters starts chittering in her ear. “That shouldn’t bother you dears okay? Just go back to work, I’ll make sure to leave out extra water for you tonight.” The insect just bobs in the air for a few more seconds before fluttering off taking the rest of the swarm with it.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I forgot about my little friends, they can get quite hostile when new visitors arrive.”

“You think?” Julias mutters to himself so quietly I can barely hear it.

Earley spins around. “Yes I do think that. Next time you wish to say something under your breath you may as well say it out loud, no point in mumbling.” Julias’s face turns red. How did she hear that? “As I was saying, I’m sorry if the Airnts scared you. Sometimes they have absolutely no boundaries.” She sends another scolding look at the flittering insects.

I look back over to the swarm of butterflies and realise they aren’t butterflies at all. They’re small little human like creatures with wings and crystal-like skin. They’re small hands gently tending to the plant they’ve landed on before flying to the next one, laughing with each other and playing with the wind the control.

“So they’re like human bugs?” Julias asks disgust clear in his tone.

No one liked that.

Leahla swats him in the arm. “Are you kidding me Julias? Shush!”

The lead Airnt that was squeaking in Earley’s ear, shrieks loudly at that and sends a large blast of air at Julias sending him flying onto his ass, to the Silent Court and Earley’s amusement.

“They are not bugs, they are Airnts. A word of advice Mr Julias, don’t call them bugs again, they won’t take it nicely.”

“Couldn’t you just stop them?” Avena speaks up.

“I could – but if he insults my Airnts again it’s not that I can’t stop them, it’s that I don’t want to stop them.” By the time we’ve reached the first step I realise that was the second time Earley heard something she couldn’t have.

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its def unedited btw

@nqds @skeelly (sorry for dragging u into this lemme know if u want me to stop lol)

#ems writes #the silent court

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nqds · 16 days

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im giving you this exerpt from my writing in hopes that it'll somehow make me want to write more :)

btw callums pov!

Being dragged around a mythical world is not what I would’ve said if someone had asked me what I would be doing in a months’ time a month ago.

And to top it off, the world is basically a painting, a world that could only be made through someone’s imagination.

The screams that we’re following grow louder and louder until we reach a clearing. Smoke fills my lungs and the ground beneath our feet is black—the trees charred and in the centre of it all is a girl with fire red hair and pale skin. She’s scrambling back on the ground setting the grass alight as she moves.

“No! No! Please! I didn’t do it!” The words fly out of her mouth directed at the five soldiers that are advancing on her. They’ve each got silver armour, a coloured line down her arm, two blue, one red, green, and grey.

“Miss Emberly, we just want to talk,” the first one shouts of the crackle of the fire that she’s just started.

“NO!” The girl keeps inching back in fear her eyes locked onto the swords each soldier is reaching for. “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! I promise!” she cries in hysteria.

“Miss Emberly, Please!” The guard tries again, but Emberly just scrambles away from them terror in her eyes. The five men advance until the only thing that separates them is the space Aurelia is standing— wait what?

THE END???? HELLO???? WHAT. EMMA WHAT??? UR WRITING IS MAGICAL DHSJSJJAAJ WHATTTT PLS

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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 5 months

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Gryfflepuff in the Tardis' Masterlist

All my Works, characters are colored by which Hogwarts House I think they're in. I am a Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor and I genuinely think Hufflepuff is the best and most underrated house.

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Supernova Series/Season One Masterlist (Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor) (Delilah "Lillie" Tyler/Princess Supernova played by Katherine Langford)

Tenth Doctor - Hyperactive Time Lord Who Is Always Being Slapped Born From His Love For a Human Who Tries To Hide His Darkness and Trauma With Light

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Sweet Jane Masterlist (19-year-old Campbell Bain x 18-year-old Traumatized Reader)

Metacrisis Doctor/TenToo (My Headcanon is that he chose the surname "Noble")

Fourteenth Doctor - The Face That Returned, now arguably more Hyperactive and Traumatized

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) - Grumpy and Broody Scottish Detective With a Heart Condition yet a Heart of Gold (Doesn't Know He's a DILF)

Emmet Carver (Gracepoint) - The American Version of Alec

Crowley (Good Omens) - A Hyperactive Drama Queen "Vaguely Sauntered Downward" Angel Turned Only Demon with an Imagination

Barty Crouch Junior - The (Possibly Bipolar) Misunderstood Boy Who Never Got His Father's Love and Was Manipulated By Voldemort (I think I read that he was actually a Ravenclaw but I do see a lot of Hufflepuff in him, his insistence of a fair fight and honesty and loyalty)

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) - Hyperactive Alcoholic Magician/Vampire Hunter with a Heart of Gold

Dave Tiler (Single Dad) — The sweetheart dad with too many children with so much love in his heart who fate was so cruel to.

Kilgrave (I've never seen Jessica Jones, I just feel like with him having the same accent and looks the same, it might ruin David Tennant's Doctor for me, and I love David Tennant as the Doctor.)

Cale Erendreich (Bad Samarian; Haven't Seen This Either)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Embers In the Sky (Domnique "Nico" Henderson played Georgie Henley; Alex Henderson played by David Tennant)

Killer Queen (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Trauma (Emilie Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Devil Town (Imogen Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Embers in the Sky Season One (Milo Stilinski played by Katherine Langford)

Embers in the Sky Season Two

Embers in the Sky Season Three

Embers in the Sky Season Four

Embers in the Sky Season Five

Embers in the Sky Season Six

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

Valentía (Zoe Noble-Valdez played by Selena Gomez)

Braveheart (OFC played by Karen Gillan)

Raymond Wadsworth

Chip Taylor

Kyle Orfman

Lesley Juniment-Smith

Fred Weasley

(All of these are Potter!sister!OCs, most of them are of Harry Potter's twin sister)

The Girl Who Lived (Sadie Sink as OC) (Need of a rewrite. Her name was Violet but since then my cousin had a baby daughter who he named Violet so I'm changing this character's name. I just can't write original characters with names of people I know. It's a rule of mine.)

North Star/Falling Star (Metamorphmagus!Cassiopea Potter played by Katherine Langford) (May change the name to Vega Potter)

The Twins Who Lived (Georgie Henley as Currently Unnamed OC)

Embers in the Sky (Emberly "Ember" Potter Played by Caitlin Blackwood/Karen Gillan) She is also the face claim I maintain of Lily Evans/Potter. (Caitlin Blackwood played young Amelia Pond in Doctor Who and is Karen Gillan's real life cousin.)

Yes, there are a lot of David Tennant characters. I don't want to write for the actor himself, I just feel a little creepy doing that. In my numerous Steve Harrington fics, the more recent ones (The OC is always Dustin's older sister, except in one) I think he is the best Doctor and I think he should officially be titled as the biggest Doctor Who Fan ever. (He became an actor because of Doctor Who, he says he thinks he underplays how much he loved Doctor Who, he became the first regenerated Doctor and the first one to last more than one season on the revived Doctor Who, he met his future father-in-law, like a year before he met his wife, Ty Tennant, Georgia's oldest son and David's now adopted son, in 2008, considered the Tenth to be his favorite, and hilariously, his grandfather was nowhere on the five-year-old's list--then David Tennant met Georgia (at the time) Moffat on the set of Doctor Who as she, the daughter of the Fifth Doctor, played the daughter of the Tenth Doctor, I heard that David Tennant met Ty on the set, and according the Peter Davidson, Georgia didn't even realize that he liked her when they started going out (apparently he was offended when she said she hadn't seen any Shakespeare), then David Tennant counts as the unofficial twelfth regeneration (there was the War Doctor who the Doctors deem as not worthy of having the name of the Doctor), then he adopted Ty Tennant and married Georgia; he returned for the 50th and 60th anniversary (and I hope he never stops returning), now is the Fourteenth Doctor, that's three official regenerations, and Good Omens is full of Doctor Who references. I don't think anyone can beat him for the biggest Doctor Who fan. His life like revolves around Doctor Who in a way that every fanboy/fangirl dreams of.

I have created an OC to be the Henderson!OC and Dustin's father and I always choose David Tennant, he just really gives off protective I-will-kill-anyone-who-hurts-you dad vibe and I have a soft spot for an overprotective dad for his daughter (I never had that. My dad wanted a boy--granted the disapproval that's implied is possibly because my mom told me this--and he is ADHD and was always sleeping and then he moved two towns over which was an hour's drive but seemed longer in my ADHD mind but so he could sleep and I could play video games on the Xbox that's memory wouldn't save the game so I continuously had to start over. Oh, and also, there's the fact that a TV fell on me when I was five/six because I didn't understand gravity and I locked myself in the dryer when I was seven/eight. What, is that not normal? 🙄) I'm not a big crier but a father that's willing to do anything for his daughter is your best bet. Sorry for this rant.

*(Can't pinpoint what house Alec Hardy and therefore Emmet Carver would be in, the only blog I've found on it, discussed how he may be a burnt Hufflepuff (just google it, it'll send you to the tumble immediately) but hiscusses his desperation in season two suggests Gryffindor, also implying his ignoring of his heart condition but he's aware that he has it, so he's gone to the hospital and he takes pills, he's just aware that the doctors told him that he may not survive his surgery to have the pacemaker put in and he feels like he owes it to the families to get the closure they deserve, so it doesn't strike me as impulsive but more dedicated, determined, and "unafraid of toil". Then the blog argues that his need to protect people he views as in his care and how he related to the Sandbrooke case as Slytherin but I don't see that. I think perhaps a "Burned Hufflepuff" is accurate.*

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theredlanternavenger · 1 year

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The Saga of Fire King Zazzalil

(i WILL write this one day, i promise)

Inspired by Burn by lilfinch.

Setting is a somewhat futuristic world, where humans, machines and alien immigrants live in harmony. Hatchetfield was founded by a human and a bug, who were the first mayors of the town.

Some respects to the DCEU Snyderverse will be paid, such as the factor of the Super Friends being a league of six, with Mera as a seventh member.

The Lords In Black are morally ambiguous, and they and Webby were once mortals who ascended to godhood by going beyond the impossible and kicking logic to the curb. They promptly went against a crusade against the Abrahamic God, and each one had a hand in subduing him although it was Webby who dealt the killing blow.

Zazzalil, Lex and Hannah are Owen and Curt's adopted daughters, and they all have different powers, Zazzalil's being the most obvious one:fire.

Jemilla is the adopted daughter of the chief of police Molag, and unlike her mom, she firmly believes that superheroes are the cause of all trouble in the world and that puts her into conflict with Zazz.

The Princess is called Jasmine, in line with the Disney Aladdin movie.

Keeri is Max Jägerman's twin sister and they both lust after the same woman.

Installment #1:The Fire King

Zazzalil Carvour-Mega is a student of Galaxia High in the tiny town of Hatchetfield. After hearing the legend of the Lords In Black from her local librarian, Sherrezade, she aspires to be like them one day, despite being just a normal girl.

One day, she stumbles upon a mysterious meteor, and suddenly finds herself on fire...but not harmed by it. Impressed by her new powers, Zazzalil sets out to change the world, under the moniker of Fire King. But balancing school time and hero work is not an easy job, especially when Jemilla Jarrett, the most popular girl at school, loathes her Fire King identity. To make matters worse, Zazz finds herself falling for Jemilla...

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Mouthface/Princess, Keeri/Grace Chasity, Grunt/Emberly, one-sided Tiblyn/Chorn, Bug/February, Lex/Ethan, Steph/Pete, Tim/Craphole, Tootsie/Mega-Girl, Taz/Up, Ja'far/Sherrezade, Paul/Emma, Curt/Owen

Installment #2:Fire King, Meet Super Friends

After defeating Snarl, Zazzalil becomes an internet sensation and, what's better, she's now officially dating Jemilla. Her newfound fame catches the eyes of the Super Friends, the protectors of Earth, and she is arranged to meet them. She expects to go to the big city...but turns out the Super Friends are coming to Hatchetfield, much to her surprise.

Meanwhile, Chief Molag reveals to Jemilla a deadly secret, along with what happened to her birth parents. Can Jemilla cope with the fact that she has powers? What is Mayor Spaceclaw plotting? And, most importantly, will the Fire King once again make it out alive?

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Clark/Bruce, Barry/Victor, Arthur/Mera, Mouthface/Princess, Bug/February, Lex/Ethan, Grunt/Emberly, Junior/Pincer

Finale:The King's Last Temptation

A year has passed since Mayor Spaceclaw was exposed and peace was restored to Hatchetfield, and now Zazzalil and Jemilla are expecting to graduate from high school. They have made big name for themselves as the crime-fighting duo Fire King and Crystal Queen, while also having made peace with their new identities, the Destroyer Of Worlds and the White Devil.

However, things quickly get bad when Superman gets trapped inside a red sun, and the girls are summoned to the Watchtower. They need each other now more than ever—the Super Friends(and the world) are counting on them!

Pairings:Zazzalil/Jemilla, Clark/Bruce, Barry/Victor, Arthur/Mera

Addendum #1:Tales From Hatchetfield

(Chapter 1:In A Town Gone Mad)

One of the two unsung love stories from Hatchetfield. The Dikrats family's youngest child has always been somewhat of a ditz, but in his defense, he's just seven, and too young to think about love...right?

Craphole never gave a thought of what's going on between his mom and dad, or his sister and Jasmine. All that changes when he meets Tim Houston, two years older than him, on the playground, and for some STRANGE reason, he can't stop thinking about him. Could this be what the grown-ups call love?

Pairings:Tim/Craphole, Mouthface/Princess, Jack Bauer/Slippery When Wet, background Ja'far/Sherrezade and Tom/Becky

(Chapter 2:The Love Song Of Junior Spaceclaw)

Another of the two unsung love stories from Hatchetfield. Junior, the mayor's son, is being groomed to be the next evil overlord but he fails to live up to the standards his father set and copes by smoking pot.

One day, he meets Pincer, a wandering scorpion rogue looking for fresh human meat to eat, and what started out as a simple deal becomes something more but their evil love is put at stake when a new hero known as the Fire King emerges, and threatens to destroy everything. But if they're gonna lose, they'll do it together.

Pairings:Junior/Pincer, Bug/February, background Taz/Up and Tootsie/Mega-Girl

(Chapter 3:Zazzalil, I Am Your Father)

Set one year before the rise of the Fire King. Thirteen-year-old Zazzalil Carvour-Mega grew up idolizing heroes, and both her fathers. One day, Owen Carvour, her Pops, takes her to his workplace on Take Your Kid To Work Day, and there, she finds out a horrifying secret.

Faced with the fact that her Pops is a rogue, Zazzalil falls into a dilemma. But soon, she realizes that the Deadliest Man Alive is not your average supervillain, and there's more to him than meets the eye...

@mythuzalasheir3

#starkid #firebringer #hatchetfield #trail to oregon #twisted #spies are forever #holy musical b@man #starship #jemilla #zazzalil #everybody else #jazzalil #superbat #curtwen #paulkins #dammit leyenar why do you keep having new fic ideas when you still have dozens upon dozens of wips #and a thousand different ideas that have yet to be written #fire king

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amazingmsme · 5 months

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yippee!!! (this is firebringer anon again) i just watched it for the first time and i LOVE Emberly and Grunt!! Even if you dont make a fic could i get some headcannons? They are so sweet and im always a sucker for lee!joeys characters

OMG I AM OVER THE MOON I WASN’T EXPECTING IT TO BE EMBERLY & GRUNT! They were my favorite characters because she’s just so cute & sweet & he’s played by Joey Richter so he’s obligated to be my favorite😂 we both have Joey Simp Solidarity

Idk when, but I will absolutely write this! In the meantime, have some headcanons!

So tickling is still a new invention for them but it’s quickly becoming one of Emberly’s favorite things

Because it’s still so new everyone thinks it’s fun & it makes them all wonder what it means

Grunt being new to their tribe has no idea what it is until he meets Emberly. Ironically, she was asking if he could tickle her, but when he didn’t know what it was, she got so sidetracked by his adorable squeals & snorts

He was caught so off guard & had no idea what to expect, so he didn’t even try to hold back any of his reactions

Grunt has a really bubbly laugh that almost has a rumble to it if you listen closely. He is very easily embarrassed & covers his face a lot, especially if you point out how red he is

His worst spots are his ribs, belly, knees & hips

Emberly has a high pitched, almost squeaky laugh & it’s the cutest thing ever! She loves the feeling of being tickled & will just throw her head back to laugh to her heart’s content. World’s first ever lee right here

That being said she still likes to play hard to get & will run away if someone tries to tickle her. She loves playing around & being silly with her friends!

Her worst spots are her neck, armpits, & feet but she’s a walking tickle spot

They have tickle fights all the time! Seriously, expect it to happen at least once a day

They both have very dorky laughs & they both snort💗

#asks #anon ask #firebringer #emberly x grunt #firebringer headcanons #team starkid #emberly #grunt #ticklish!emberly #ticklish!grunt

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sporadicthingcollection · 7 months

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La faccia infarina (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which Buggy swears at a child, draws on his face, and experiences a revelation. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Word Count: ~1.4k. Warnings: Pregnancy mention, childbirth mention, a lot of swearing.

A/N: i'm ovulating so please enjoy an episode of what i like to call Reproducing With Men Who Should Not Be Trusted With Children.

Doing his makeup is much easier when there's no distractions to occupy him. Unfortunately, he's got a big one today and, for once, it isn't you trying to get into his pants.

Though that exact scenario is definitely what resulted in this new distraction. It was either that or the time after the party.

"Don't even think about it," Buggy says firmly.

Keeda grabs a drawer and tries to yank it open. A disembodied foot gently nudges him away. The boy stares at him in indignation, then blows a raspberry. He reaches again, whining when the foot still bars his way.

Buggy raises a brow at him. "Getting fresh, huh?" Another raspberry. "Floor privileges revoked."

He picks the boy up by the collar and plops him in his lap. He squeaks and squeals, trying to squirm away, but Buggy holds him tight.

"Y'know, I liked you better when you were a prop," he says. He swipes his lipstick along his cheeks. "You'd just lay there and make noises and shit yourself. None of this 'trying to kill yourself when I'm not looking' shtick."

Keeda resigns himself to his prison and is now pouting, making little huffs. He glances up with big, pleading eyes, lower lip quivering.

Buggy scoffs. "Don't try that pathos crap on me. I know what you look like when you're about to cry."

A long, low whine makes Buggy falter. Uh oh. He glances down.

Keeda lunges upwards, trying to grab the lipstick. Buggy pops his hand off just out of reach -- this is the expensive stuff. Can't have a baby eating it. Again.

"What's gotten into you today?" Keeda lunges again. Buggy pops his second hand off to cap the lipstick and stick it back in the drawer. "Sheesh, kid. Cool it."

"Bappo," Keeda says with a glare. Baby for pay attention to me, asshole, I'm right here.

A lightbulb goes off. He pulls a bag of pigment sticks from the drawer and dumps them onto the table. "You want your face done like Daddy's?" He spins the boy around to face the vanity. "Pick your war paint."

Keeda scans the selection and, with short chubby fingers, he selects a blue pigment stick. He then tries to shove it in his mouth, but Buggy grabs it before he can chomp it.

Buggy smiles as he regards the color. He was wearing this when he met you -- diamonds over his eyes as he tried to kill you. From hating his guts to fucking him stupid to bearing his child. How times change.

He takes the boy's cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He can't believe he's still so damn small. A year in and he figured he'd be more... child-sized. Buggy's still afraid a strong breeze will shatter the kid like glass.

With gentle hands, he draws. Short strokes are best on soft, chubby skin with a lot of give. Keeda gazes at him all the while. He's got your eyes, warm and dark as charcoal.

Buggy licks his thumb and smooths out the edges. Keeda presses into his touch like a cat and gives him a smile, one that he can't help but return.

The idea of fatherhood terrified him. Horrified him. He thought about turning himself into the Marines right then and there. If his old captain couldn't do it, how could he be expected to do it? He's not half as competent as everyone seems to believe and you know he's a buffoon. Why would you want to have his kid?

Buggy finishes the diamonds and spins the boy to face the mirror. "Well?"

Keeda squints at himself. He touches his reflection. After a moment of contemplation, he speaks. "Fsshala."

He's been saying that a lot lately. You keep telling him that it's just nonsense babbling, but Buggy knows the truth.

"I agree," he says. "Let's make it flashy!"

He spins the boy back around, making him giggle. Truly the world's most remarkable sound.

He still doesn't have an answer for why you put yourself through nine months of pure terror. Was it your selfish desire for a family? Or did you see a truth hidden deep in his soul, so deep that he had no idea it existed until he held his son for the first time, still bright pink and howling?

Carefully, he traces two long lines up from the tips of the diamonds. He crosses them at the middle of his forehead, curls them into a heart, and adorns it with dots.

As is, Keeda looks more like you. Your dark hair, your dark eyes... and your nose, thank fucking god. He couldn't live with himself if his monstrosity was inheritable.

He was worried at first. How could he be sure that he's your son's father? He trusts you, but there was always that doubt gnawing at the back of his head until a few months in, when Keeda started getting expressive. In every giggle, in every glower, in every grin, there was Buggy the Clown.

Speaking of smiles, his mouth looks a little bare. A nice golden yellow would suit him.

Buggy picks up the pigment stick in one hand and smushes the boy's cheeks together with the other. "Pucker up, buttercup."

Keeda squirms a bit as he paints his mouth, swirling the corners up into cute little spirals. He licks his lips and sputters. "Pfeh!"

Buggy chuckles. "Weren't like that last week. You loved the stuff." He lifts the boy and spins him around to see his reflection. "Now you're lookin' more like your old man."

Keeda stares at himself. He tips his head one way, then the other. His eyes narrow and his brows furrow. He lets out a low, pensive whine.

Oh no. Does he not like it? Is he going to cry? Please don't cry. "Wait wait wait." He turns him around and lifts him to stand on his lap. "Don't get upset--"

A little spark flashes in the boy's eyes. The frown vanishes and he reaches up, tiny fingers grabbing for something.

Buggy's gotten enough hair ripped out to jerk away on impulse. "Something on my face?"

A tiny hand baps him on the nose. Buggy flinches. Fuckin' thing in the way again.

He angles his head, waiting for Keeda to tap what he was really aiming for. And again, he gets bapped right on the nose.

...no. There's no way.

Another bap, this time with an impatient glower. "Isso," Keeda says firmly. Baby talk for this.

Buggy's heart is in his throat as he picks up the red pigment stick. With shaky hands, he outlines the boy's nose -- a cute little button -- and draws a circle.

He swallows thickly. He clenches his jaw. He turns him around.

Keeda's eyes widen, then scrunch into crescents as he lets out a delighted squeal. "Papa!" he says, grinning up at Buggy. He flops backwards back into his lap, giggling and wiggling. "Papa!"

He's not sure how long he sits there at the vanity, listening to his baby chatter happily, but it must be awhile because you eventually come calling.

"Oh, there you guys are,” you say. "You chuckleheads having fun without me?"

"Amama!" Keeda stands in Buggy's lap and waves at you. He points at the mirror. "Issoooooo."

You appear at Buggy's shoulder, grinning brilliantly. "Aw, look at you," you croon. "Did Daddy do your makeup? Or did you get into his shit when he wasn't looking?"

Buggy's voice comes out in a tight croak. "I did it."

"Well, damn, it looks great! You never do my makeup that well--" Your gaze flickers to him in the mirror, and your smile vanishes. "...Are you crying?"

He sniffles. Loudly. "No."

You give him one of your do-you-need-a-psych-eval looks. "Bugs, your mascara's running."

Something hot and wet rolls down to his chin. "No, it's not."

You look at his reflection in the mirror, then back to him. "Either smile or cry. Doing both is freaking me out."

He wraps his arms around Keeda, pulling him close and squeezing him tight. "Fuckin' love you so much, you little shit," he murmurs into his hair.

Keeda squeals and giggles.

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#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #kiss marry kill #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece live action #fan fiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #emberly writes #keeda the clown

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emberlyric · 4 months

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I really want to introduce another anomaly OC, Lumir - this guy is one of my faves but his design is very hard to pin down because is power is literally that his appearance changes all the time lmao and he has no default appearance and no control over what he looks like. Design wise he’s a difficult one. I’ve decided the best way to represent him is developing his signature expression which I’ve started to call the “Lumir scowl” because yeah he scowls a lot lol

Anyway there are way more characters in Anomaly than just Emeren, Shraya, Aleto, and Jaith, I just like to get the designs nailed down before I introduce them so they don’t end up going through a ton of changes later

#emberlywrites #emberly rambles maybe #writing stuff #character design

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Flufftober + Whumptober day 6

prompts: sharing clothes (alt. 3) + "It should've been me"

1085 words

warnings: cursing, self-sacrifice, nearly being crushed to death

characters: emberly drewitt, nyks fyre, echo song

Emberly rolls over and opens her eyes. She shoots up, kicking the blanket off of her. “Evie?”

She lifts up Evangeline’s blanket and shakes her head, “No, no, no.” she lets go of the blanket and shakes Nyks awake. “Did you hear Evie leave? I can’t find her.”

Nyks blinks a few times and sits up. They rub their eyes and yawn, “I’m sure she’s just…she probably woke up early and went to the river or something. We can go look for her if you want.”

Emberly pulls Nyks to her feet and tosses them her cloak. “I want.”

Nyks pulls it over her head and tries to ignore Emberly’s smell enveloping her. “Let’s wake Echo up first, don’t want him waking up to an empty campsite. Why don’t you go check the river and see if she’s there, alright?”

Emberly nods anxiously and bites her cheek. “You’re probably right, I’m sure she left to let us sleep.”

Nyks smiles reassuringly and squats down to wake Echo up. They put a hand on its shoulder and he inhales sharply, rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. “What?”

She pulls her hand back and purses their lips, “Evangeline’s missing. Emberly went to check the river, but I don’t know if she’ll find her.”

“Because you let her sacrifice herself,” Echo says. He tilts his head and crosses his legs. “Right?”

“What? No, why would you think that?” Nyks stutters. “I would never let her do that.”

Echo scoffs and leans forward, “I wasn’t sleeping. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” he says, noticing Nyks’ face quickly losing color. “It was the only way to get the compass.” he stands up and folds its blanket. “You did get the compass, didn’t you?”

“Of course I got the fucking compass,” they snap, holding it up to him. She waits until he looks away from it before pocketing it in the cloak’s pocket. “I’m not stupid.”

He stuffs the blanket into his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Do you want to tell her? Or do we pretend like we’ll find her?”

Nyks puffs their cheeks and bobs her head, “I mean…is it a terrible thing to do if we keep it from her? Evangeline was her sister. Telling her that she left?”

“Don’t ask me to make it easier for you to keep it from her,” Echo says. “You let her leave, you decide.” he stomps out the fire and throws sand over the embers. “I’ll stick with whatever you tell her, but you have to stick to it too.”

Nyks kicks the ground and grumbles, “I hate you.”

Loud footsteps come their way and moments after hearing them, Emberly comes into sight. She stands with her hands on her knees, panting.

“I didn’t find her. Do you think she’s in any trouble? I mean, she’s run off before but never without any warning.” she stands up and paces around the clearing, “I just…don’t know what to do. She’s the worrier, not me.”

Nyks walks up to her and puts their hand on her shoulder, “Do you want to wait for today and see if she comes back?”

Emberly nods and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Right?”

“She’ll show up,” Echo says as he awkwardly pats her shoulder.

“But you guys should head back to Nanefig. I know you need to get back, Nyks. I’ll be alright here.”

Echo glares at Nyks, trying to force her to stay with Emberly, but all they do is force a smile and pack her bag. “Are you sure?” she asks, “We can stay with you, at least an hour.”

Emberly nods and packs up her sleeping mat. “I’ll find a way to manage. If I can get my cloak back.”

Nyks blinks a few times before realizing that they’re still wearing her cloak. “Right,” she says, pulling it over her head. “Of course.”

The compass falls out of the pocket and Nyks rushes to pick it up. “Sorry about that, it’s just a little…keepsake.” She says, wrapping the leather strap around the gold. “It’s nothing.”

“Is that the compass?” Emberly asks. She reaches out to it and takes it from Nyks’ hand. “The compass we were going to wait to get because it was going to cost a life?”

Nyks keeps hold of the compass, gently keeping a tight grip on the small object. “It’s a compass, yes. But it’s my grandfather’s, passed down through my mother.”

“No,” Emberly says, inspecting the engraving on the compass. “This says ‘pick a foe to exchange in order to know where to go.’ You fucking traded my sister for this thing?” she shouts.

Around them, the plants start to shake. Flower buds close back up and branches pull away from the clearing.

“Emberly…” Echo says, backing out of the clearing. “Why don’t you take a few deep breaths?” He crosses his arms in front of him and shelters behind a tree. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but some of these branches are already rotting.”

She ignores it. Advancing toward Nyks, she holds the compass out to them and drops it. “You fucking sacrificed my sister for this hunk of metal?” she shouts. “My fucking sister!”

A branch falls, barely avoiding Nyks. Echo squeaks and pulls further behind the tree. Nyks takes the compass from Emberly and tucks it into her inner shirt pocket.

“I had to do something to get it! This is the only thing that’s getting me out of Nanefig! The only thing that makes their deaths worth it.” she shouts back. “I didn’t make her do it, didn’t even ask her to. She told me she was dying and this would be her one good act.”

Emberly snaps back and the branches stop shaking. “What do you mean, dying?” she whispers. “She isn’t dying. She’s fine.”

Echo steps back into the clearing and clears its throat, “She wasn’t. Something was…tearing her apart from the inside out. Like…no matter what she did, she was dying. And there was nothing I could do to help.”

“I was going to do it,” Emberly says, still whispering. “It should’ve been me.”

Nyks and Echo share a glance and they stand in silence, waiting for Emberly to do something, waiting for her to do anything. But she stands there, staring at the freshly fallen branch in front of her.

She inhales sharply and nods, “We should head out, Nanefig is a few days away still.”

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