A plant/dragon hybrid who tries very hard to blend in with their bug civilians (and fails miserably at it)
(the second pic is just to show how far their markings reach)
Transcript of what's written on the doodles:
Antennae
VERY non-expressive
Looong neck
Horns are actually branches, need to be trimmed
Can be styled into different horn styles
Eyes same colour as White Lady's but with slit pupils
Slutty, SLUTTY eyelashes
Tail stylised like a deer's, one continuous line from the back
I'm so sorry for this angle
Mouth not visible (unless it's open)
471 notes
·
View notes
WIP Wednesday (MLC Mind Control Bug Fic Edition)
Happy Wednesday! Have some of a new MLC fic I just started working on!
I realized I had very strong feelings about amnesia in fics (as someone who has experienced it before), and so a new MLC one-shot fic was born, in which amnesiac a-Fei discovers the mind control bug in his neck his first night in Lotus Tower. (This part takes place after his failed attempts to get it out.)
To anyone who is missing my MLC longfic excerpts, the plan is to continue with them next week! (I'm hoping to get this one up on AO3 by the end of the weekend!)
A-Fei’s head swam a little with each step, but the pain had mostly subsided to a dull, manageable thud in time with his pulse. He was distantly tempted to pull himself free from Li Lianhua’s hands and walk unaided back to Lotus Tower, gathering enough energy to collapse only once he had reached his bed upstairs. But Li Lianhua gripped his arm more tightly the first time he even felt like he might be about to wobble, and yanked it over his shoulder until he was using Li Lianhua like half a crutch. And suddenly, not touching Li Lianhua seemed unacceptable.
“What were you thinking?” Li Lianhua muttered again, wrapping his other arm around a-Fei’s back and resting his hand on his waist. “You probably reopened your stab wound, collapsing like that. I really should be charging you for this, you know. You’re getting my professional expertise for free.” His grip tightened on a-Fei’s waist too close to the stab wound, sending ripples of angry fire coursing up his torso.
A-Fei hissed out a pained breath. “It’s worth exactly what I’m paying for it.”
Li Lianhua pulled his hand away from the injured waist like he’d been burned. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, putting his hand much higher up this time, closer to a-Fei’s ribcage. “I was just checking to see if you’re bleeding through the bandages. It’s a necessary part of the process.”
“Hmm,” a-Fei hummed, taking several more steps and relishing the sensation of the man’s hand against his side. His fingers were cold but the touch warmed him nonetheless. “And am I?”
“Are you what?”
“Bleeding through the bandages?”
“I didn’t finish checking. You’re too terrible a patient,” Li Lianhua said, squeezing a-Fei’s forearm in what seemed like an apology. “I’ll have to examine it more inside.”
“I see,” a-Fei said, taking another step, his mind still turning over the grip on his arm. Had they touched often? The idea of anyone else touching him made him want to unsheathe his dao, but with Li Lianhua, he would almost rather chance one of his bai hui’s acupoint’s lightening bolts of pain than step away. And as much as he disliked the idea of needing his wound examined, it would give him the opportunity to examine Li Lianhua. And to continue observing his own reactions to the man’s hands. “And what exactly does this examination entail?” he teased. “Based on your earlier example, I assume pinching or punching the wound? Or stabbing it again to check the durability of the healing skin?”
Li Lianhua snorted. “Only if you keep insulting my competence.” Then he paused, mid-step, his grip on a-Fei loosening. “Ah. I’m just going to look at the plaster. If blood has soaked through it, I’ll pour hemostatic powder on the wound first and then put a new plaster on. You’ll just need to untie your robes, but they can stay on. I’ll be quick.”
Huh. Unexpected. He had been joking, but actual information about what to expect didn’t hurt. Although something about the way he mentioned robes was strange. Almost as though Li Lianhua was uncomfortable about it. There was no reason for that to be an awkward request from someone providing medical treatment–
Unless they had been in a relationship, or at least had prior sexual history together.
It would certainly explain his response to Li Lianhua’s hands touching him.
He’d have to investigate more to be sure, since asking would be sure to prompt more lies.
43 notes
·
View notes
We all know that Buggy is probably a very petty clown.
It would be pretty fun to think that Buggy would go as far as humiliating some a small-time Marines by beating them in a singing and dancing contest. Hear me out:
So, it's a random island (and before Buggy's a Impel Down inmate, so he's not a Warlord) and they nearly get caught by those Marines. Suddenly a bat-shit crazy idea comes to Buggy and he blurts out 'Hey, how about we do this instead?' Initially the Marines wouldn't goanna do it, but then Buggy mocks them.
So it happens, the Marines go first (they were alright), then it's Buggy's turn and this is where the Marines realize they fucked up
This clown literally destroys them, they can't ever come back from this. The civilians are screaming and cheering for the fucking pirate to do more. They can't tell anyone in the Marines about this.
Can't Buggy be this petty?
70 notes
·
View notes
I think that the Snakemouth roaches had a leaf of the Everlasting Sapling, but Spuder ate it.
- It explains why Spuder has been around since Queen Elizant 1 times
- The first and last chapter bosses would have both eaten the Sapling, which is nice bookends
- It's really funny
The problem with this theory is that Spuder is not covered in leaves like the Everlasting King. I'll fix that tomorrow, but right now it's really late.
35 notes
·
View notes