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I was writing a fic about Buggy, Mohji and Cabaji as teens...

yesterday I stumbled upon their official ages. NEVER would I have guessed that Mohji war 27 at the beginning of the story, and therefore being 11 years younger than Buggy... with Cabaji also "only" at 32 years in the beginning there is no way that my fic will make any sense.

Still contemplating if I will write it nontheless and just tell people to ignore the fact that canonically there was no way they were teenagers at the same age or if I will just delete everything I have written so far and start a completely different story about them which will make more sense...

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reblogging, because I just found this piece of art and brickbatz' art is absolutely amazing!

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The way Buggy acts around Shanks is so nice because it shows that they are close. You see...

Buggy is a coward.

He doesn't like getting hurt. He would lie, yield, sweet talk, and even beg to more powerful people just to remain unharmed

*results may vary

But then, there is Shanks, one of the most poweful men in the world, a guy who can walk into a battlefield and stop a war, a man so dangerous he was given the emperor title to, and Buggy...

...yells at him. He dgaf about all of that because eventho he knows what he is, he moreso knows who he is.

Shanks

The guy he grew up with. The annoying red head who was too "positive in the worst way"

Buggy knows Shanks is way stronger AND more powerful than he is, and still, he grabs him. He yells at him, and he tries to start a fight.

He knows he is safe. It's Shanks, goodness sake! He wouldn't (physically) hurt him!

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that was fun

warnings: possessiveness, violence, mention of murder, flashing lights!

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"Dirty Secret"

This is a short scene that I was writing for another OP character that I really love. Enter Gecko Moria. Enjoy. NSFW content.

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“Someone took you for a fool, captain”, you turned to look up at your captain Gecko Moria. “From what I can see, these are not some ancient texts that will help you to strengthen your zombies and summons.” - “What do you mean?!” he screeched. “What I have translated so far has NOTHING to do with any zombies, necromancy or anything even related to death.” - “Keep translating!” - “As you wish, captain.”

The more you translated, the more it was obvious that someone sold your captain some very explicit romance books. If the whole situation weren’t so funny you would blush every second sentence you had to translate. But your laughter while translating was not received well. Gecko Moria was basically breathing down your neck to make you hurry up. You could already imagine the absolute meltdown he would have, when he saw what the texts said. At least you were sure there was one person on this ship who would get a kick out of those scripts, Absalom. You were impressed how one could fill a whole book with so much smut and kink, let alone a whole series of books that were still waiting for you to translate them. You just hoped the seller was already far away, otherwise you were sure your captain would tear him to shreds. “What does it say!?” Moria asked impatiently. “I can’t tell you anything more than 5 minutes ago! I need time for this! You can’t expect me to be done with a whole ass book in 30 minutes!”, you spat back. “You should hurry up, then! Maybe your shadow would be faster...” he growled with implied threat. “Don’t pressure me! Do you want to translate it yourself? Let’s see how that goes!” you snapped at him. You could see the anger in his eyes, he was this close to just exploding on you. “How about you go and do something else and I’ll find you the moment the first book is fully translated” , you offered. Moria balled his fists, but then turned around and furiously stomped away, making the supplies on your desk jump in the air. You let out a relieved sigh. Without Moria pacing behind you this was going to go much smoother.

After a few hours the first book was fully translated. The contents were so dirty that you felt like taking a shower to just get that icky feeling off, but you had to find your master first. To your dismay he was not alone when you found him. Dr. Hogback, Absalom and even Perona were with him, they probably just had a small meeting without you, it didn't matter. You went up to him and gave him your notes. Moria scowled at you “Read it to me!” he ordered and handed you your notes back. Suddenly a pit opened in your stomach… you had to read THAT… OUT LOUD? “Do I have to? I believe it would be best if you took a look at it first, before-” - “READ IT!” You took a deep breath “Okay.” The words before your eyes were starting to swim, maybe you had a stroke… no, you were just embarrassed. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen. “‘You’re such a good sl*t’, he praised her as his d*ck slid in and out of her wet p*ssy. ‘Can you take even more of me?’ he licked two of his fingers suggestively and slid them inside her pink b*tthole…” while you were reading, you could vaguely make out Perona clasping her hands in front of her mouth, and Absalom’s and Hogback’s jaws hitting the floor. It didn’t take long for Perona to run out of the room, but you heard no reaction from the other three men, so you just kept reading. “-hands and legs bound to the bedposts, her legs sprawled out baring her juicy p*ssy. He took it for an invitation and dived right in, slobbering-” - “Enough…” it was said with a low and almost weak tone. “Huh?”, you asked. “I said Enough!” Gecko Moria said louder with shocked annoyance. “Does the whole book contain this… sort of content?” he asked with a hint of defeat in his voice. “Yes. Do you still want me to translate the other works?” - “YES!” Absalom screamed eagerly. Everyone turned to look at him. “I… I mean, p-perhaps the others contain something d-different? And you could never know if the author hasn’t hidden some valuable information deep in these folds-err pages. Pages.” Absalom corrected himself. You looked up at Gecko Moria. He was still looking at Absalom with a slightly disgusted look on his face. When he turned to you he gave you just a small nod and waved his hand to dismiss you.

It took you a few days to be done with all the books. As you had expected every single one of them was filled to the brim with sexual stuff. When you showed Moria he was going through the 5 stages of grief, which amused you to great extent, but you didn’t dare to say that out loud.

Since that fateful day that Moria made you read the naughty texts aloud, Perona didn’t look you in the eyes anymore and tried her best avoiding you. You noticed that from time to time your notes would disappear and reappear. You suspected that it was Absalom, who kept taking your translations. It didn’t matter, since there was no useful information hidden in the pages, just smutty porn. That was until one day you caught Dr. Hogback in his laboratory looking at some papers that seemed familiar. He was so zoned out that he didn’t notice you entering at first. So when you greeted him, he screamed out loud, frantically trying to hide the papers behind his back. Dr. Hogback was very flustered and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his expense. Nice person that you were, you didn’t address it directly and left shortly after.

The thing that made you do a double take, though, was the stack of papers looking out from underneath your master’s pillow. You had gone with the smaller zombies to wake him up for a nightly hunt, because a ship had gotten caught in the Thriller Bark’s spider net and its crew was running around the premise. It was unmistakably your handwriting on the pages. No way! This was getting out of hand! Now, you had basically ascended to the status of “local porn dealer”.

When he woke up he saw the look in your face. Amused and knowing. When Gecko Moria followed your gaze and saw what you had been looking at he got red in the face. It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown over him. You were suppressing a laugh and turned to leave.

Gecko Moria had the approach of “If I keep quiet, it will go away”. You knew better. The next day when everyone was gathered around the long dining table, you couldn’t keep quiet. You sat next to your captain, so you leaned over and asked him nonchalantly: “Read anything good lately, master Moria?” The food he had just been chewing flew out of his mouth with mach 1 speed and he looked at you with wide and furious eyes. “No? Aww, that’s sad. Maybe I could hook you up with some good stuff. I have recently translated some very interesting books…”, you followed. Perona turned away to face the wall. Absalom started violently coughing and Dr. Hogback was rapidly hitting Absalom’s back, avoiding to look in your and Moria’s direction. You tried so hard to contain the laugh that was threatening to break out of your chest. Moria’s eyes were almost falling out of their sockets by now, fists clenched. “What?! I was just keeping the conversation alive” you said while suppressing the tug you felt on the corners of your mouth. You sensed that Moria was close to ripping you to shreds, so you stood up “If you need any more material for personal research, hit me up. See you later” you said quickly and hastily left the room. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your loud laughter echoed through the hall as you left. A plate shattered on the wall behind you and you knew it hadn’t been Cindry to throw it, which only made you laugh harder.

You were sure that you were a dead person by now, but Moria kept true to his approach. He didn’t talk about it, he didn’t acknowledge neither the stacks of paper under his pillow nor your stunt at the dinner table. Absalom and Dr. Hogback didn’t say anything either and they kept their distance as well. You knew you were lucky that you were a comrade, or else you would already be a part of the surrounding ecosystem. But that didn’t stop you.

The next time Gecko Moria was frustrated that he had no suitable shadow for his number 900 you were there to ‘help’. “You should really look out for your health, because it’s really not healthy to be that angry all the time”, you said and added “I have recently finished a book that had really promising techniques to relax. You should try some of them. They’re really helpful.” before Moria could shout at you for the unsolicited advice. He looked at you with pent up anger and annoyance. At this point it seemed like he was already waiting for one of your dumb jokes. You decided to go a step further. “You know, we could try some of them together. It works best when you’re not alone. Actually it's perfect when there's two people involved.” You took out a stack of papers from your jacket and waved them around. It took a short moment for him to recognize them, but when he did and understood the implication, he got beet red. This time he tried grabbing ahold of you, but you were expecting it. You ducked and ran away, laughing loudly and freely as him screaming your name furiously echoed behind you.

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Rare buggy art

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Don't get me wrong, Buggy is ALWAYS hot. I love everything about him. Impel Down is hands down my favorite arc, his ponytail is absolutely glorious, his comedic timing is perfect and was very much needed in Impel Down / Marine Ford and I personally really like that Buggy gets softer again after meeting Luffy, caring for his crewmates and all, but rewatching the Orange Town arc just does something for me...

Maybe it's the trademark make-up, the colourful clothes, or how his arms seem to be more muscular, or the way how he makes use of his daggers, maybe it's the harsher artstyle from the earlier episodes, or his cruelty shining through when he looks at Luffy/Zoro with disdain, maybe it's the fact that I was genuinely surprised he looked through Nami and her scheme and tried forcing her to fire the canonball not letting up when she hesitated, maybe it's the fact that he was a menace and genuine threat back then... but holy hell. I hope he has a license for that attractiveness. This should be illegal. (not that he cares, he's a pirate, everything about him is illegal)

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Aww I love it. They're so precious. <3

I love the art style. Richie being on Buggy's slippers is just the icing on the cake.

Me and @the-obnoxious-sibling have been having a lot of fun with the new vivre cards this whole week.

Bonus actual home life drawing:

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So, I wasn't originally going to post, but today I just felt like sharing a bit. The following scene will be the start of a fanfiction of my (first) OC and Buggy. I have multiple scenes within this whole story already written, and I know how the story will go. I will most likely change this version, when I get a slightly different idea or when I need to include some additional information, but I want the general gist to be like this. I didn't put the whole scene I have written here, because I haven't yet typed it into my laptop (I'm a pencil and paper user - it's easier for me to justify having a pen and paper with me at work than being on my phone haha), but there will be more. I'm at the point where I would like to get your feedback; can be about anything, writing style, writing/spelling/grammar mistakes I made, anything on characters. (There is the possibility that I switch randomly between UK and USA english, I'm sorry) At this point all that's left for me to say is: It ain't much, but it's honest work. Enjoy and Thank you for reading.

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He just fell out of the sky. Kanna looked at him with bewildered amusement. He was just a head with hands and feet, no trace of any legs or a torso. He seemingly had no injuries, but she couldn’t be sure, his fall had been pretty bad. She looked him over once more. His coat was way too big for him and his face was oddly familiar. The man was still unconscious and from his attire she figured he could be a pirate, so she wasn’t going to shake him awake. But she also couldn’t just let him lie around out in the open unconscious. She sighed and cautiously poked him with the tip of her shoe, when he still didn’t move, she slowly and carefully picked him up by his hands to carry him towards her small cabin. It was a short walk up the hill until she reached her home. She had to be careful not to stumble over his long orange coat. When she arrived at the house she tucked him into her bed. Judging by his hat he was a pirate and yet she couldn't bring herself to let him lay out there by himself, unconscious and without protection. Besides, maybe he was actually a nice person. Kanna had heard stories about somewhat nice pirates. Sure, being an asshole came with the job description but apparently there were also pirates that didn't abuse the weak and would just hunt the marines, other pirates or simply just treasure. He looked so peaceful. It was decided. Everything was better than to leave him outside and not keeping an eye on him. Kanna made a sour face as she remembered she still had to get groceries from the town's market. She contemplated if it was safe to go into town and leave the pirate to his own. She watched him for a moment and then chose to go nevertheless. She really needed to restock her supplies. 

It was a short walk down the hill to reach town. She finished her tour as quickly as she possibly could. She was almost back on her way home when something caught her eye. It was a Wanted Poster. Her eyes grew wide. So that's where she had seen him. “Wanted Buggy the Clown 15 000 000 Berry” it read. This was the pirate captain who leveled Orange Town! 

Kanna basically ran the way back up to her house, hoping it was still standing. Everything seemed calm when she arrived, so she took a moment to catch her breath. After a few moments she set her supplies down on the ground and opened the door to her cabin as quietly as she could and peeked in. The pirate was still in bed where she had left him and it didn't appear that he had moved at all. A sigh of relief escaped her. “What now?” she asked herself. She didn't want to kill him, that was going against her values. But nevertheless at that moment he still needed help and she couldn't just kick him out. No, she had to stay and take care of him, even if that meant risking her life. Kanna picked up her bag with supplies and entered the house to start putting the groceries away. It was time for lunch.

When Buggy came to the memories only slowly came back. That damned strawhat had launched him into the air. He would pay for this! Only slowly he became aware of his surroundings. He was lying on something soft, it smelled like food and… there was a voice. Talking to him? No. The voice was singing. His eyes flew open, looking for the source of the sound. He slowly turned his head and saw a woman with short black hair standing by a stove with her back towards him. It seemed like she was cutting up some vegetables while singing to herself. Buggy looked around and noticed he was in a small wooden house. Who was this person? Why was he in her house? Was she trying to rob him? Or worse, did she call the marines to get him for his bounty? He quietly managed to sit up, only to find the world spinning around him. His head was throbbing from pain.

Midway through her song she felt a burning sensation on her back. The hairs on her arms rose and she just knew her visitor had to be awake. Kanna stopped singing and slowly turned around to face him. She was surprised to find him already sitting upright in her bed. “Who are you?!” he demanded to know and Kanna noticed a dangerous tone in his voice. “My name is Kanna.” - “Where am I?!” - “You are in my home on the island Sensa.” Buggy looked at her funny “You are lying! There is no such island!” Kanna looked at him with a blank expression and shrugged. “We're a small seasonal island, so most maps won't show us.”  Buggy's eyebrow rose up but he didn't say anything else. He had heard about some seasonal islands on the East Blue. They were only accessible during certain seasons and after some time the ocean would claim them again, only for them to reappear the next year around the same time. People living on those islands would only build quick to raise wooden houses. Yet he was still skeptical. He didn't trust her. Buggy glared at her with narrow eyes. As if Kanna could read his mind she stated “I didn't call the Marines if that's what you're afraid of. And the next town's people don't know you're here either. You fell out of the sky in the woods just below this cabin. I can show you the exact location if you like.” The pirate stayed silent. 

Kanna was tense and she hated the thickness of the air in her cabin. She sighed and tried to relax her stance. He was dangerous but she had to look at it positively, if he was that unhinged he probably would have hurt her already. So maybe he would come around if she was nice. “I was preparing lunch. Nothing fancy, just some plain deer meat with steamed vegetables. Do you want some?” she offered. At the mention of food his eyes lit up ever so slightly, even though he stayed silent. So that was a Yes. A small smile formed on her lips. “I still have some preparation to do, so it'll still take me some time to get the food ready. You can rest and I'll wake you up when I'm done.” Kanna proposed. Not waiting for an answer this time she turned her back to him once again and continued cutting the vegetables into small pieces. 

Yea, as if he would rest now. That woman clearly wanted him to feel safe so he wouldn't be prepared when the Marines showed up. She was a bold one, to turn her back to him so carelessly. If only his head didn't hurt so badly. Her bed was… okay. But not as flashy as his bed back on the Big Top. Her bed was somewhat comfortable, though… and it wouldn't hurt to rest his head a little more. No! He didn't trust her. He couldn't let his guard down. Buggy looked around. Her cabin was basically one big room with the bed on the wall across from the front door and the kitchen cabinets and the stove next to the door. Near the center of the room was a table with two chairs, clearly intended for eating only, and in the furthest corner he spotted another small table with a very small and old stool beneath it. Stacks and stacks upon papers piled up on the corner table. Buggy noticed the lack of decoration, nothing fancy, no silver, no gold, nothing even remotely shiny, except… His eyes rested on a small display case hung on the wall next to the corner table. He ignored the pain in his head starting up again when he moved and jumped off the bed to examine the case further and walked towards it. Buggy detached his head to examine the contents up on the wall. It certainly was a set of throwing knives. They clearly had seen better days, but they had to have been expensive when they were new. They were the product of fine smithing craftsmanship, he could tell as much. When he heard something drop, he turned his floating head towards the origin of the sound. 

Kanna couldn't believe her eyes. She had heard about Buggy's devil fruit powers, but to see them in action was different. She stared at Buggy's head floating in front of her weapon display. She should have hidden them. Kanna mentally smacked herself. She tried to still appear busy in case he would turn to look at her so she was hastily proceeding to cut some potatoes, but in her distracted state she accidentally cut her finger. The cutting knife dropped from her hand onto the floor. “Shit” she cursed out loud. Blood was already trickling from her left hand where the knife had left a moderately deep cut in her index finger. She quickly rinsed her injury with some water and got herself a clean piece of cloth from a rag hanging above the sink to press on her wound. When she looked up, she noticed that Buggy's eyes rested on her. His face was unreadable. “I’m sorry for cursing, I was just clumsy and cut myself. No big deal,” she gave a weak smile before hastily walking over to the table next to Buggy. Kanna opened one of the many drawers and took out some herbs and bandages. Even though it was just a small cut, she still didn’t want it to get infected. She rubbed the herbs between her thumb and index finger of her right hand until the leaves were leaking their fluids. Kanna discarded the bloodied cloth into a hamper nearby and pressed the herbs on to her cut. The painful sting the plant’s fluids were inflicting made her hiss, but she had to be quick to wrap it up before the blood started dripping onto her floor. She quickly wrapped the bandages around her finger and secured them with a little clip. That should do. Kanna had failed to notice Buggy watching her very intently, clearly interested in whatever she was doing. So when she looked up after tending to her wound and was almost face to face with Buggy's head she jumped. “So, you’re some kind of doctor or healer?” Buggy asked her, while turning his gaze towards the open drawer full of herbs, medicine and first aid utensils.

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NSFW Rant

I'm currently trying to write some NSFW content. It's my first time (haha). But I always feel like my writing is not suited for this. Like I describe so many things because the scene plays in my head and I want to write down everything that happens so everyone can share the mental image of it with me. But it feels so weird to read from my perspective.

Also everytime I get to the point where I would mention the male or female reproductive organs I just blank out and I don't know how to describe them without using the slang words.

My goal for this NSFW content was originally to stay free from using "cock", "dick", "pussy" and words like these. Hell even writing "vagina" and "penis" doesn't sit right with me.

I feel like I'm repeating myself so much. My NSFW is about "You x Buggy" so it's mostly "you you you you you" and "Buggy he he he Buggy he he Buggy". It even feels weird to me to just say "the pirate" or "the blue haired man" or anything like this.

Maybe I should read more NSFW for inspiration...

Who would have thought that writing NSFW would be so damn hard for me, haha.

This is just a rant that I wanted to get out of my system, because I can't rant to my friend circle about this (they don't write and they aren't big into fanfiction), but if any of you have a tip for me how to get better at this, feel free. I appreciate any help.

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Work and life in general have been very stressful the last month and I can't see it getting better soon. I'm not as much writing as I want to, but rest assured that I'm still on it. I have so many ideas and a few half written short stories!

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Wish

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OKAY IT'S DONE IT'S DONE. I'M DONE LOOKING AT IT IT'S DONE. I HOPE WE ALL LIKE IT. Also just. Posting it here. In case you don't have tiktok lol.

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I'm late to the party, but where I live it's still the 8th august. Happy birthday to our favorite and beloved clown! Here's something short I wrote. Not particularly for his birthday, but I couldn't NOT post on his birthday.

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Buggy had never seen himself getting married, but at that moment when he saw her walking down the stairs of the ship the thought of tying himself to her for life was suddenly quite the pleasant thought. She looked absolutely stunning. The hair she had fought so hard to tame into a ponytail was now a mess. Single strands of hair sticking to her face, the rest just falling wildly without a care for the scrunchy that was still, but only loosely dangling in her hair. Speaking of her face, her beautiful face was glistening with sweat. A few smears of oil and grime were scattered on her exposed forearms and across her cheeks. She looked grumpy and he suspected it had to do with the stain of bird poop on her shirt on top of her left shoulder. Or maybe it was the rip in the right leg of her pants. No, it had to be the blood stains on her new shoes. It didn’t matter, Buggy knew right then and there that he loved her and that she was a special kind of woman. She could pack a punch if she needed to and hell did she just prove that. Buggy was impressed how good she handled herself in the skirmish.

Sure, he liked to see her in nice clothes and she was the only person across the seas that he was not stingy with. He’d buy her every jewelry she’d want, except she rarely wanted those luxuries. She usually was down to earth, a very grounded and practical person, she didn’t need or want the fancy lifestyle. Maybe that was what attracted him the most. Although he made sure to surprise her with some nice trinkets and beautiful jewelry every now and then. 

It wasn’t lust what he felt at that moment, well, at least not only lust… but it went so much deeper.

As she approached him, still with that scowl on her face, he could only marvel at her sight. The way she walked, the way her brows were furrowed, the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she reached him, everything about her was appealing. She started talking to him, but he couldn’t focus on her words. Buggy just watched her lips as they moved. Her lips were slightly chapped. Probably because of the spontaneous attack of the marines during the hot hours of the day so she was not able to drink enough water. Buggy didn’t mind, it made him want to kiss her even more. He knew she would be mad at him for not listening, but right at that moment he could just stare.

Secretly Buggy was a bit scared. He was scared the day was going to come that another man found her and tried taking his most valuable treasure away. For the first time Buggy understood what the damned strawhat had told him in Orange Town. Treasure didn’t have to be gold and jewelry and riches only. His most precious treasure was the woman standing right in front of him. Overwhelmed by feelings he couldn’t bear to feel at that moment, he leaned forward, interrupting her rant and pressing his lips onto hers. 

When their lips parted the scowl on her face had vanished. “What was that for?” she asked softly. “Mhm… I’m just glad you’re fine. You’re very precious to me, you know that, right?” She looked at him surprised from this rare occurrence of Buggy expressing his feelings so openly. Buggy cleared his throat, blinking a sudden wetness in his eyes away “Let’s get us both a drink and then we'll get you cleaned up. I’ll help you. How does that sound?” he asked as he put his arm around her and guided her towards his quarters. "That sounds perfect" was the answer.

It would take him some time to be truly open and honest with her, to truly confess how much he enjoyed seeing her ‘messy look’, to even just confess how much she truly meant to him. To be comfortable with showing her his vulnerability, to ask her to marry him, to openly tell her he loved her. But Buggy knew she’d understand that he needed time, he somehow knew she’d wait for him to be ready and that was a truly comforting knowledge.

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Short scene that lived in my head for weeks. In my head Buggy is so oblivious to flirting.

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Buggy sat at the bar, looking at his empty rum mug. He was contemplating if getting another one was really worth it. This was all his wife's fault! It was her idea to come to this place because the food was said to be good. Who cares about the food?! The alcohol has to be cheap and good. Buggy had to admit that the rum was indeed good, but the price was absolutely ridiculous. "Hey handsome, what are you doing here all alone?" Buggy barely noticed the voice talking. Remembering his wife's smile when she had happily dug into her food he knew it was worth coming here, but still... if only he could have a little more rum without it blowing a hole in his wallet. 

A tap on his shoulder made him jump and turn around to face the assailant. It was just a woman. A woman with bright blue eyes and long wavy brown hair in a black and red dress. She smiled at him and repeated her initial question "What is a handsome man like you doing here?" Buggy blinked, this woman must be out of her mind. The pirate's mood shifted from surprised to annoyed. His eyes wandered to his empty mug "What does it look like?!" he answered sharply "I was drinking, but have you seen the prices here? They are absolutely ridiculous! Twohundred and fifty berry just for one mug of rum, ONE tiny mug! This is outrageous!" The woman just smiled at his rant and sat down on the stool next to him. "So which rum is your favorite?" , she asked. Buggy just pointed at a barrel behind the barkeeper "That one." - "I see, that's a good choice. So what are you doing here in this town?" Buggy stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm himself. His wife wouldn't like him starting a commotion even though he would really much like to throw his empty mug at the bartender. Speaking of his wife he turned in his seat looking back at their shared table before answering the woman. "My crew and I are docking here for supplies." His wife hadn't returned. Buggy didn't get the need to 'freshen up' in the bathroom, but it was his wife, he wasn't going to argue about this.

"Oh so you're a sailor then", the woman's eyes lit up, as she slowly started to scoot a little closer to him. Buggy noticed her attempts to be closer to him, but didn't know what she was trying to achieve. Then a thought crossed his mind, she was clearly trying to get close to him to steal his hard earned stolen money out of his pockets! His hand reached slowly for the bag of coins in his pocket, checking if it was still there. "I'm not a normal sailor! I'm a pirate! In fact I'm the flashiest pirate captain that you will find around here!" Buggy lectured her, breathing a sigh of relief as his hand touched his coin pouch.

Her eyes grew wide. Oh snap! Now he basically told her that he had money. Buggy mentally slapped himself. The woman motioned for the barkeeper. Buggy didn't even notice her ordering a mug of rum for him because he was so deep in his thoughts, trying to think of a way to make himself appear as a bad target for thievery. The barkeeper setting the rum in front of him startled him. Buggy looked puzzled at the beverage, then to the woman. "My treat! It's not every day you meet a strong and handsome pirate captain!" the woman batted her eyelashes at him. There it was again, she called him handsome again, clearly a ploy to make him lower his guard! But Buggy was smart, he saw right through her! Her compliments would not make him fall for her little tricks!

Buggy just nodded at her and took a sip of his rum, humming in delight as the drink slid down his throat. "So, what's your name?", she asked him. "I'm the great and flashy Buggy the Clown!" he responded eagerly. She looked at him as if she waited for him to do or say something. When it didn't come she looked a bit confused. Buggy had his body still turned towards the bar and gave her a side eye "What?!" The woman quickly composed herself again, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm sorry for staring, you have such beautiful hair, Buggy." She reached for locks of his blue hair falling down his back kept in a high ponytail. The pirate tried to evade her touch, scooting away from her hand. He was unsuccessful as the woman had already gotten ahold of a few strands of hair, slowly rubbing them between her fingers. She then put her hand down onto his thigh. "Buggy, you are just my type and I’m getting really hot. Why don't we take this conversation somewhere else?" she asked suggestively. Buggy's head was spinning, not even listening to what was said, this was a clear attempt on the money in the pocket of his pants just above her hand. He was not letting her have it. A small giggle that he would recognize everywhere snapped him out of it and his head spun around to see his wife had returned to their table, watching him and chuckling at the scene. Buggy briskly stood up, still having his hand wrapped around his mug of rum "It was... nice. I'll need to get back to my wife" he stumbled over the words as he quickly walked back to their table. The woman watched him leave gobsmacked.

When Buggy returned to the table he interrogated his wife "Why did you take so long? I was thinking about coming in and dragging you out of there! What did you even do in there!? I almost got assaulted! Why are you laughing!?" He usually loved when his wife was laughing but this time he had the feeling it was at his expense. "What do you think happened there, my love?" she asked him, trying to contain her laughter. "What do you mean 'what happened there'?! Didn't you see?! It was clear as day! That woman tried to rob me! She was giving me compliments and bought me a drink so I'd let my guard down! Then she was reaching for my coins, but she wasn't as sneaky as she thought, because I totally caught her in the act!" His wife laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, Buggy just watched her in bewilderment. "Buggy! She was hitting on you", she breathed out between laughs. "WHAT?!"

After she calmed herself again she asked "Did you remember how jealous you got when that tall man in a suit hit on me last month in that tavern with the deer head on the front door?" Buggy had crossed his arms in front of his chest, clearly annoyed, and nodded. "So what exactly did he do, that made you jealous?" The blue haired pirate thought for a moment then started to answer "Well, he told you you were the most beautiful woman and then he tried to buy you- ohhhh" Buggy's eyes widened as the realisation hit him. Then his lips turned into a smirk "Well... I just got hit on! That's no surprise to be honest, because everyone knows the flashiest pirate in the east blue is quite the catch! I don't know how you can top this. You'll have to try really hard to win me over. I have options, you know?" he teased his wife. She laughed again, then replied "How about you finish your drink and then we go back to the ship and I..." she leaned over and whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide and an almost devious smile crossed his face. Buggy had never downed a rum that fast in his life before.

[maylovesfiction]

I have a question to all the writers out there: How do you personally write and post your multiple chapter stories?

Do you write one chapter at a time, look it over and instantly post it? If yes, how do you deal with it if you suddenly suffer from writer's block? Do you just pause the story for the time being? Do you write a few chapters in advance before posting one so you can edit the chapters before if you need (e.g. for foreshadowing)? If yes, approximately how many chapters in advance do you prefer as a "safe option"? Or do you write the whole story first and then edit it into little chapters, which you post then on a schedule? If yes, how do you manage to keep motivated to finish the whole story first?

I really need some insight how different people do it. Thank you.

[maylovesfiction]

Not me being frustrated that I don't find the time to write down all my thoughts and ideas or to work on my existing stories.

Also I'm not being mad, that the last week was so incredibly hot and I didn't get anything done after work except lying in bed trying to sleep at every chance I got, because the heat didn't let me sleep at night.

When things at work slow down again and the weather becomes bearable again I will hopefully be able to write again and post my stuff.