#Buggy’s the fun uncle

[aenbyveryverygayperson]

Since this is my blog I’m gonna rant about this Au :>

@q-ueen-potato @alexoreality

So onto my Au (Now called Separate Meeting Au)

Ace passes by Alabasta to visit his father and run into the Strawhats

The said crew get protective over their captain when a pirate from the Whitebeard pirates got near their captain.

Ace just tells Luffy stories of his father, Luffy being well Luffy immediately brightened by the stories and tells Ace he knows some of them because Shanks has told him some and so did his uncle (Buggy)

Dragon and Shanks have shared custody over Luffy

(Dragon because of how busy he gets he gets the weekends while Shanks gets the weekdays)

Both spoil him the hell out

Instead of Ace and Sabo taking care of Luffy and all- It’s Dragon and Shanks.

Buggy visits now and again.

That ends my rant, for now.

@alexoreality @q-ueen-potato

What if Au where the ASL trio meet later on?

Why?

Uh- Yes.

Also Roger is alive because I want more Aus of Roger being alive and a good ass father to Ace

[spacedustmantis]

guys should i take my cane to my grandma's bd at risk of being ridiculed for it or do i leave it and suffer through the probably minimal amount of walking we'll do

[marinehero-a]

      Parentage, role, and background has never played role in how Garp treated someone. What he sees is what he takes. It doesn’t matter if someones a janitor from G-5 or one of the Five Elders, Garp would’ve been happy to walk by without blinking if he weren’t stopped. He measures a person by their actions and their desires, what that person is now is what ultimately matters to him.

     And in the same vein, its part of why he vehemently disagrees with blaming a child for the sins of their lineage or those that they live with. He thinks its idiotic and has shown vocal distaste about it time and time again. It doesn’t matter if its a child of a celestial dragon, of a criminal, or of the pirate king. Kids are kids. They can still choose their own fates, can still commit their own crimes, if they insist. But to blame them for something they didn't even do? It makes absolutely no sense.

[w2soneshots]

Toddler -W2S

words: 0.7k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.

notes: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog content🤭. Enjoy!💓

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y/username: living the dream☀️🌊 @wroetoshaw

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gkbarry_: you look incredible get in my bed

-> y/username: 🛏️🏃‍♀️

faithloisak: enjoy my lovelys🫶🏼

taliamar: cutest family ever!🥹💗

y/nfanpage21: I love this sm

user2104853: the third photo is adorable🩵

Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.

We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.

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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.

Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.

We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.

Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.

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y/username: my toddlers new fixation: sharks😂🤍

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tobjizzle: looks like so much fun! Hope you're having a great time guys❤️

-> y/username: we are ty uncle jizzle💞

faithloisak: so stinking cute🥺

y/nfanpage21: the mum fits are👌🏼

user50172932: those burgers omfg

When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.

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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And we’re so lucky to have you Haz."

[fanaticsnail]

Would you bless us with Info about what fics your are working on at the moment, or what we can expect next from you? 👀✨

Lots of Love !

Hi Anon!!

Now that my asks are working again, I have a fair few kissing booth fics I need to get through! I hope I'll be able to complete a few of them soon.

In my drafts currently, I have some of my half to gift swapping for Rosinante x f!reader, Beckman x m!reader, Ace x f!reader, Buggy x f!reader, Law x f!reader, Aokiji x f!reader (NSFW), and a Smoker x f!reader (NSFW) that I am prioritising. Their recipients have all written and created little presents for me, and I can't wait to give them their gifts from me in return.

I also have a few paragraphs written for 'Hey Doc' and half of a fic for Heartbeats part 2 (Law x f!reader pregnancy) that I'd love to share. Then there's the 'dreaming of you' for ASL that I just can't seem to match up to the right vibe. It's been driving me crazy. There's also some older requests that I have been having a go at, considering I'm in my 'kid-pirate era' currently: Hanahaki for a Kid x gn!reader x Killer.

The fic I have written the most of is for Rosinante, but it reads more like a fairytale than anything else. Lots of fantasy themes in it, and I'd love to have more time to do it justice.

In my personal life, I have been booked as a session musician for an event this weekend, and have been prioritising my time to get my set list sorted and memorised so I can have fun with it. Country dance event, the other band members are so much fun: drummer, pianist and bassist all know each other and are just like 3 goofy uncles.

I think that's it so far. I would also like to say thank you for baring with me while I make some OC content and drawings. I do this as an exercise when my words aren't working and I need to focus on something else to keep the creativity flowing. Tobiuo has been fun to play with and I would love to tell her story one day.

[pointycorgiears]

Being both a single parent and a pirate is difficult. Especially as Mihawk finds out he does not have the best babysitters...

Mihawk, patting Talon's head at the breakfast table: I'm doing a routine sweep of the entire island with the security team today, so I will be back by sunset. You mind your manners now.

Talon: I will.

Mihawk, glaring at Crocodile across the table: If I come home to Talon explaining the statistical margins of a winning poker hand again, you and I are going to have a long chat.

Crocodile: Tsk. You're no fun.

Talon: It's alright, Dad. Uncle Crocodile says Captain Buggy is slower than a salted sea slug at blackjack, so he is going to teach me that instead.

Buggy: *choking on cereal* h-HEY!

Crocodile: *hides behind his newspaper*

Moro, suddenly walking in: What a beautiful morning! Alright boys! Who's ready to go all in on Crazy Eights!?

Mihawk: MOTHER.

After that morning, Mihawk spent an entire night replacing every card deck in the Cross Guild headquarters with an UNO deck.

[twola]

Yo yo yo! I have a request. Do Arthur x f!reader where he's teaching her to fish because Hosea/Dutch has found out shes weirdly squirmy about fish but she's being a reluctant brat about things and Arthur loses his temper 'GODDAMMIT wOmAn!' Style. Make its as unhinged smutty as you please (so a LOT 😏) Thank you! 😘😘😘

Ooh. Well now - I do not like fish that much, so this isn’t a stretch for me 😂 This was super fun!! I hope you enjoy.

Gone Fishin'

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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As Arthur reaches the end of his convalescence after his run-in with Colm O’Driscoll, Hosea has a task for him - teach one of the girls how to fish. The task, he finds out, is a little harder than he imagined. Also, he’s a little harder than he imagined. 

Lemoyne was warm. Warm and humid, buggy, and miserable. Arthur’s work shirt stuck to his skin, even after shedding his full union suit underneath his clothes, he’s still too damn hot. 

He’s hot and bored.

The pain in his shoulder is just a niggle at this point, but Grimshaw refused to let him go work again, even though the wound has closed up, scabbed over, and is scarred with new pink skin. 

Three more days, Grimshaw pointed at him, and with that tone that he knew he would catch hell from her if he disobeyed.

But he’s past languishing under the shade of his tent. Idleness may suit a drunk like Uncle - but not a man like him. He is a man of action.

He needs to do something. Or he is going to go crazy.

-

“Oh, come on, dear. It’s relaxing.”

“Hosea, I don’t do fish. I don’t like eatin’ them, and I sure as hell wouldn’t like catching them.” You huff, standing at the end of the dock. 

Hosea sits next to you, a fishing pole in his hand as his feet dangle over the side of the dock. You fiddle with your skirts as you gaze out at the lake, the water glinting in the afternoon sun.

“It’s an art, dear girl.”

You scowl down at him, “Fish are disgusting.” 

He laughs, “Oh, you. We’re on a lake, you’re gonna have to get used to fish real soon, missy.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s hot, and you wear just a simple white chemise top tucked into your cotton skirt, baring your arms and decolletage to the sun, a welcome opportunity after almost freezing to death in the Grizzlies. 

Hosea looks back toward the camp, where he sees Arthur mulling about. An idea strikes him, genius, as his ideas often are. He stands up, and waves over to the recovering gunslinger, “Arthur, c’mere! Got somethin’ for you to do!”

“No- Hosea,” you whisper harshly, clenching your fists in your skirts, “What are you doing?”

Arthur approaches the end of the dock, running his hand through his long beard, not having shaved in weeks at this point. “Hosea,” He grunts, then looks to you, “Miss.”

“Dear, you need to learn the fine art of fishing. And Arthur over here? He needs somethin’ to do other than sit around pissin’ off Grimshaw.” Hosea waves his free hand toward the camp,

Hosea claps Arthur’s back with his free hand, then turning and tugging you toward the gunslinger on the dock.

“Now you kids take the boat and get on out there, it’ll do both of you some good.”

“Wait wait, wasn’t it you and Dutch makin’ fun of me for the trout incident? I shouldn’t be teaching anyone how to fish.” Arthur shakes his head.

“Nonsense, boy. You caught plenty last time we went out. Besides, it’ll get you out of camp.”

“Fine.” Arthur groans, grabbing the fishing rod from the older man’s outstretched hand.

“Hosea-”  You whine, but your benefactor nods his head, cutting you off.

“Go on.” 

You roll your eyes, following Arthur as he steps into the rowboat moored at the dock, taking his outstretched hand, and helping you step into the small boat.

“You kids have fun now.” Hosea waves, a smile on his face.

Arthur grunts, picking up the oars and pushing off from the dock. You sit in the bow of the rowboat, scowling, as Arthur rows away from the camp, scanning the horizon. A hushed quiet falls as he guides the boat southbound, the camp becoming smaller and smaller as he rows deeper out into the lake.

“Why do you want to learn how to fish?”

“I don’t.” You huff, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Then why the hell are we out here?” Arthur stops rowing, a scowl also settling in on his face.

“Cause you can’t say no to Hosea.”

“Looks like neither can you.”

An awkward silence settles in between you.

“Well, we’re out here now. Might as well make the best of it.” Arthur says, pulling the oars into the hull of the boat and picking up the fishing rod. He holds it out to you.

You let out an exasperated sigh, refusing to uncross your arms.

Arthur grumbles, adjusting the hat on his head, before drawing the rod back and pulling a feathered lure from his pocket, placing it on the hook. He casts the line further out into the lake. 

“Didn’t really plan on fishin’ today, otherwise I’d have some live bait - worms or crickets or whatnot.” He turns back to you, tugging on the rod slightly, glancing back as the lure bobs in the water.

You glower, scrunching your nose at the mention of live bait.

“I hate fish.” You grit out.

“Oh, hush.” Arthur chides. The line pulls, and he feels something bite.

“Here ya go!” He pulls back the line, the fish hanging in the air. With a grin, he swings the pole in your direction, the bluegill flopping on the line, getting closer to your head.

You scream, standing up in the boat and batting the fish away from your face, causing Arthur to jerk to the side, dropping the fishing pole in surprise. The boat violently bobs side to side with your movement.

“Goddamnit, woman!” Arthur yells, nearly falling over the side of the boat as he tries to catch the pole that you batted away from him.

“I told you I don’t like fish!” You screech, sitting back down slowly as the boat bucks. 

“That’s it, Christ; you’re such a goddamn brat!” Arthur throws the pole within the hull of the boat and grabs the oars, thrusting them into the water forcefully. He heaves the oars, forcing the boat forward as he angrily pulls and pushes back toward the shore, breathing heavily as he propels the boat through the water.

“Arthur - wait-”

“Waste of my goddamn time,” He continues, fuming. It actually feels good to work his muscles like this.

“Arthur!”

By then, it’s too late. The boat hits a sandbar and beaches itself, and the speed at which Arthur was rowing causes the boat to lurch violently, sending you flying forward into his body, and you both tumble to the hull of the boat, a jumble of limbs and your skirts.

Arthur pushes you up, and you nearly fall backward with the force of his shove.

He swears as you get your footing, sitting up and looking for the oars as he pulls himself back up to his seat.

The oars are nowhere to be found. He probably dropped them when he beached the damn boat. Actually, as he squints, he sees one floating away from the sandbar, back toward the middle of the lake.

“Shit.” He curses.

“You idiot.”  You sneer at him, lifting your boot to find it wet with lakewater, a hole having sprung in the bottom of the hull, the wood splintered as water rushes in. You hike up your skirts as the level of water rises within the boat.

Arthur jumps out of the boat, grumbling, looking this way and that as you climb out as well. The sandbar the boat is beached upon is on one of the small islands off the shore of the lake, a good fifty feet to the mainland. He curses to himself as he looks back into the boat, the hull filling with water.

“Now what?” You ask critically as you let your skirts down, following him as he stalks along the island’s shore. 

He doesn’t answer, looking around at the sandy ground beneath his boots.

“Watch out for the snake.” He points at the ground next to you, and your eyes dart downward as a brown water moccasin slithers by.

You scream, jumping toward him in fear away from the snake as it glides away into the water, and in a jumble of limbs, you’re somehow climbing the man as he stumbles backward.

“Get me out of here!”

Arthur tries to have some sort of propriety as he tries to regain his balance, but it’s hard when the only hold on you he can get is to loop his hands under the backs of your thighs. You’re clutching at his shoulders, trying to get yourself off of the ground, and end up finding purchase on him by wrapping your legs around his hips, your skirts askew as you pant in terror.

“Fuckin’ stop-” Arthur grunts, stumbling backwards, finally losing his battle with gravity as you and he tumble into a sand dune. His hat flies off, rolling on its rim in a circle, finally settling a few feet away.

Of course, of course, it couldn’t suit him to land in any kind of proper or decent way. No, no, he had to land completely on top of you, slotted between your hips, your skirts creeping up while his traitorous, immature, villainous cock swells at the pressure of his weight against your clothed cunt.

The air has been knocked out of your lungs, but beneath him, you gasp as he tries to move. Your knees frame him, skirts fallen to your hips to show your skin. Your arms are still thrown around his shoulders as he tries to push himself up, his hands slipping in the sand, causing him to crumble down on you, his hips fully pressing down on yours.

Shit. Shit.

He’s trying to think of anything - rotten meat, Uncle’s laundry - anything to stave off the growing erection tenting within his pants. But alas, he is a slave to his own biology, as his cock stiffens and his blood rushes into his groin.

You stare up at him. His eyes dart away in embarrassment, a blush deepening on his cheeks.

Then, you do something that throws him even further into this pit of arousal he finds himself in.

You slowly roll your hips against him and he cannot help but to let out a low moan in response and press his swollen cock against you harder.

Christ, your hair has fallen from its bun, spread out on the sandy soil of this island like some sort of halo.

Two minutes ago he wanted to throttle you. Now, underneath him, he wants to make you gasp and cry and oh, to say his name in a high whine-

“Fuck-” he curses, but before he can go any further, your hands move from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and you pull downward gently - not enough to move him, but enough to give him permission.

He waits for a moment, searching your wide eyes, your open, wet lips, and in that moment, he throws caution to the wind and leans down to slot his lips against yours. You continue to roll your hips against him, crossing your ankles over his back in a surefire sign of what you wanted, whining into his mouth.

And fuck, if he wasn’t going to give it to you.

As he leans back on his knees, sliding his arms from around your waist, he paws his suspenders down and starts unbuttoning his pants, desperate to free his swollen cock. He grunts with a hint of satisfaction as he pulls his length from his pants, closing his eyes as he strokes himself several times. He faintly recognizes your squirming beneath him, and when he’s opened his eyes again, hand still on his cock, he’s struck by what he sees. You’ve shimmied down your bloomers, skirts flipped up and over your hips, pooling across your waist.

Your folds glisten with moisture, and his hips jut forward near uncontrollably, his cock seeking out your warmth, his body yearning to bury itself within your hips.

“Y- you sure-?” One last chance - one more opportunity to back away from the precipice - to realize that you are both being ridiculous - one second ready to kill each other, the next…

“Arthur please.”

Well, there goes his reservations.

One of his large hands spreads out over your hip, the other around the base of his cock, and he presses the swollen, dripping head of his cock against your folds, trailing downwards as he parts them to your opening, groaning in pleasure as he slips in half an inch.

His hand leaves his cock as he leans back over you, arm landing next to your shoulder, as he gently presses his hips forward, sliding in as you shut your eyes in overstimulation. By the time his hips press against your own and he’s sheathed in you to the hilt, your eyes flutter open as you let out a breath you were holding. Arthur’s other arm comes up to bracket you in, his mouth hanging open as a strand of his honeyed-brown hair falls forward between his eyes.

He lowers himself down to his elbows to press himself completely against you, seeking out your lips again as he bucks his hips forward, causing you to mewl into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers threading into his long hair, grasping it tightly as he settles into a rhythm of rolling his hips back and forth.

You pull on his hair and he groans, thrusting hard into you in response. Seems like you aren’t over your surly mood. He finds a hard and punishing rhythm, again feeling good to work his muscles after his convalescence.  It had been much longer than that since he’s worked these particular muscles.

“A-Arthur-” You moan loudly as he continually strokes that spot within you. He grunts in response, pulling his cock nearly out of your cunt before slamming his hips back into you.

You shriek in pleasure, and for a moment he’s thankful he’s marooned the two of you on this island yards away from the shore of the lake.

“Y’gonna come for me?” He harshly whispers into your ear, “Y’gonna come on my cock?”

That does it.

You cry out, back arching against him, head thrown back into the grassy dune, a high keening sound that makes him moan helplessly in response, gyrating his hips as your cunt clenches hard around his length, warm and wet and perfect.

“Fuck - fuck - woman…” He groans, rutting forward as you come down from your high, his cock pulsing and covered in your warm slick, and he is forced to pull himself from you, gliding out as he sits back on his knees and starts to pump himself.

You look up and god, is he a sight. His hips buck forward as he strokes his length, his mouth hanging open and muscles of his abdomen clenching under his shirt tails. A low moan escapes him as his other hand flies to cover the head of his cock, and he comes with his eyes screwed shut, looming over you.

He pants, for several moments, before opening his eyes. You sit up, needing, needing more, and you loop your hands around his neck again and pull his lips to yours, pressing your tongue into his mouth. He grunts in surprise, but leans into the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours.

You pull back, a smile creeping across your face, and as he opens his eyes, he cannot help the same.

“Is that how your lessons always end?” You laugh as he tucks himself away with his clean hand, leaning to the side to wipe his other hand in the grass as a half a smile creeps across his face.

“Only when the student is difficult.” He rumbles, tucking his shirt back into his pants as you start to pull your skirts down over your thighs.

“Mm.. I do remember you offering to teach me to shoot before Blackwater.”

Arthur arches an eyebrow as he rebuttons his pants and slides his suspenders back up. “Y’gonna be a brat about it?”

“Of course.”

He smirks, reaching for his hat on his knees. You push yourself up to stand, shaking your skirt free of sand and grass as you look for where you tossed your bloomers in your fit of passion.

“Arthur.”

“Mhm?” He replies, running his hand through his long hair before placing his hat back on his head.

“How are we going to get back to shore?”

-

Hosea smokes a cigarette sitting by the scout fire, the sun having gone down some time ago.

He’s starting to feel a niggle of concern that the two of you aren’t back. The both of you can certainly take care of yourselves.

You’re stalking back toward your tent, your clothes soaking wet, hair plastered down your neck. You refuse to give Hosea even a passing glance as you head back to the women’s tent.

Hosea arches an eyebrow as Arthur walks closer, also fuming. Also soaking wet. The gunslinger looks at Hosea briefly before carrying on.

“Lesson didn’t go as planned.”

[aimbutmiss]

Your last piece had me thinking about how Shank's hope that he can get back together with Buggy die an even faster death the minute he sees the Seraphim and how much they love Buggy, how big their smiles are when he holds them and how much he makes what used to be expressionless killing machines giggle breathlessly. More importantly hoe much Buggy loves them. He looks at those boys the same way Roger used to look at Shanks and Buggy a lifetime ago. The same way Shanks used to look at Uta.

Shanks may be a slutty disaster man, but he's no homewrecker. Buggy's boys are always going to come first. Then Croc and Mihawk, then... well we all know where Shanks falls now.

Shanks is way down on the list now unfortunately :( but he's made his peace with that. As long as Buggy's happy...

And Shanks loves kids!! He's very good with them. Mihawk and Buggy are more than happy to let him come over and play the part of weird uncle but Crocodile is not so sure. Shanks would never ruin their family, he loves and respects buggy too much, but he likes to mess with Croc because even if he can't find his happily ever after with a lover he can at least have some fun.

[wordy-little-witch]

Ghost!Roger Au is so good, I wonder if other ghosts have decided to talk with Perona as well? Will Rouge also give a shovel talk too?

If Luffy and his crew comes over, will Ace come out and start talking about Luffy in his classic fashion? So many ideas could happen

YEAH

Perona absolutely talks to many spirits, some kinder than others, and when she learns Buggy can see and talk to them easily, she is absolutely vibrating beyond the physical plane.

Rouge absolutely gives her own shovel talks. Somehow hers is scarier that Roger's. Perona wants to be like granny Rouge one day.

I genuinely believe Perona got Zoro to do a board session with her over the two years, so he knows she has it and can talk to spirits ((and they send letters bc they're siblings send tweet)), so when they all meet up, Buggy is trying - in vain - to escape a rubbery tangled death trap that is supposed to be a hug, and Zoro is staring his not-dad and not-sister with the protective fury of a thousand suns.

It only gets complicated when, between one moment and the next Buggy goes stock still. Perona tilts her head with a hum. The clown just falls over and Luffy is giggling his head off while Mihawk and Crocodile straighten up. The strawhats are watching on warily.

Buggy, still smothered, just goes "Pero-chan, be a dear and pull our your board please. Grandpa is being annoying again."

"Okay mama Bug!"

She proceeds to lay out a comically large board, sets a piece of wood down and nobody even touches the planchet before it's zooming across the board

L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-

"YEAH WE GET IT, GET ON WITH IT!!!"

H-I

"Oh my gods"

It's a hot mess honestly and many people are Suspicious of Foul Play, especially because Ace is such a sore spot for Luffy even now, but Lu's smarter than he lets on. He asks for proof that Ace is there.

S-H-I-T-T-Y-G-R-A-M-P-S-K-I-L-L-E-D-K-E-V-I-N

Luffy bursts into tears. The crews are about to explode. Buggy's still being used as a stuffed animal by a teenage boy.

Luffy babbles about how it IS Ace and yeah Gramps DID kill Kevin and how is this happening and he's sorry and-

C-R-Y-B-A-B-Y

"You jerk!!!"

Roger and Rouge get to formally meet Luffy then, and Ace introduces Roger as his 'not as shitty old man', which is high praise.

Hours later, Luffy rests his head against Buggy's shoulder and asks how he knew to ask Pinkie for the board.

"My Haki's not built like everyone else," he says haltingly. "I see.... stuff that isn't really supposed to be seen."

"Magic eyes?"

"Basically."

"Cool.... does.... does Shanks know?"

"About the magic eyes or about Roger?"

"Yeah"

"Then yeah. He does. Old Fucker haunts us both"

"Huh...."

There's silence for a bit.

Buggy's not sure why he wants to break it, why he wants to say anything. He still does

"Firefist spends a lot of time away from here. He checks on his crewmates, he's said. But he checks on you, too. Came back one time raving mad about some 'blond twink ass' having the audacity to be alive, for some reason. But he watches over you the most, I think."

"Shishishi... yeah. Sabo died when we were kids. But he didn't die! Just got amnesia. He's better now."

"Sabo?"

"Blond twink"

"Ah. Well. Kid, your life is a fucking drama."

"Yep! It's fun, huh? Thanks, uncle Buggy"

"Don't call me that"

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Ugh..."

Roger and Rouge are watching on warmly. ((Ace would be too if he wasn't currently playing with the bonfire and making Chopper laugh))

[oz00ms2]

long time no capt firebug thoughts...

the difference between how he treats ace and luffy is noticeable - if one chooses to care. and luffy doesn't care. buggy is his weird uncle who is sometimes cool sometimes lame but likes to spoil them with food and tales of the sea and his many adventures (even if it's boring it's with the marines, firebug's ship tends to get into more fun)

luffy: I'm gonna be king of the pirates!

buggy: not while I live you little brat!!!

meanwhile ace has had buggy in his life since he was small, itty bitty, telling him stories that he knows are from buggy's childhood with the rogers pirates. teaching him things a father should and things he knows rogers taught buggy at the same age...

buggy is tougher on luffy but stricter with ace. always tries to stop luffy from trouble but encourages ace to be smarter next time he stumbles into dangerous situations.

ace tells his uncle/brother/father buggy that one day he's going to sea, he's going to be a pirate because that's purpose and freedom and he looks over at his half smiling - half day dreaming of things ace wants to know about but is scared to ask family member, and buggy just answers:

"yea, I think you'll be one of the greatest."

[beanghostprincess]

Absolutely wild but I am obsessed with crack ships, specifically Buggy ones.

Like.

Franky and Buggy. Blue haired boyfriends. Luffy finds out his shipwright slept with THE CLOWN. his dad's EX?? I mean he likes Buggy well enough, sure, they Bonded in prison and Lu actually looks forward to the yearly fight to the death with his uncle, it's fun.

But FRANKY, WHY??? WHERE ARE YOUR STANDARDS???

"He's SUPERRRR."

"Oh okay, understandable."

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Shanks, drunk and missing his ex: I just miss him so much, ya know?? Sometimes... sometimes I can still smell his perfume....

Benn, completely dead faced: oh yeah no that's me. He and I spent a lovely night together.

Shanks: >:0

Benn: you weren't lying about that mouth of his-

Shanks: WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME???

Benn: pretty boy knew what he wanted, man, what do you want from me-?

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Buggy: oh I almost got bingo!

Alvida: what are you talking about

Buggy: this guard at Impel Down had this bingo card, so I took the idea and made it my own!

Alvida: .... this is a list of people to sleep with.

Buggy: Yeah! :oD

Alvida: ..... how did you manage so many of these without ever getting five in a row??

Buggy: skillz

Al: you're just a whore

Buggy: why would you @ me like that??? Rude!!!

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Crocodile: the clown left his bingo card...

Mihawk: oh?

Croc: you know that if he slept with one of us, it would have given him three spaces?

Hawk: of course. I have been dropping subtle hints since the beginning.

Croc: you like his cringefail charm too?

Mihawk: my standards are abysmal. You know this.

Croc: .... yeah. Mine too. So we're seducing him?

Mihawk: of course we are.

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Buggy: I think they're planning to kill me-

So what I'm hearing here is that Buggy is a slut and I absolutely love him. As he should, tbh. His failguy personality and loser clown energy with trauma and uncertain mood swings captivates all pirates.

[mjrtaurus]

Crocodile hearing Buggy singing a song in some strange language to the boys at bedtime and upon asking about it, learns that it's a Wano song he heard one of his old crewmates singing to her daughter. Which begins their conversation about the Kozukis, who Crocodile never met because he was ousted from the Whitebeard Pirates before they got to Wano. Though of course he knew who Oden was, he was still in his revenge-fueled info-gathering phase back then so he kept tabs on everyone they picked up. Hell, Oden might have even been part of his first/last battle against Whitebeard.

It's surreal for Crocodile to hear Buggy's stories about this outrageously mythical man (there is no way he burnt down his country's casinos after getting blacklisted at nine and sliced up a wild boar that was still able to survive after just some stitching) who in another life would have been a crewmate of Crocodile's. From the sound of it, an uncle who would have let him get away with everything Pops kept getting on his case for on the condition that Oden also gets in on the fun. A man whose children were born on the Moby Dick and were actually cared for, something he didn't think any pirate was capable of other than Pops. And the last Buggy heard, one of said kids was now the shogun of Wano and an ally of Luffy's and also a dragon. Apparently Luffy did inherit Crocodile's propensity to bond with large reptiles.

Crocodile is experiencing both a headache and a heartache at this information.

Izou and Okiku were two others that his former captain and father had picked up in Wano, and those two... it really was a bittersweet moment for him to realize once and for all that he wasn't marooned for any reason other than his temper. It had nothing- not a damn thing- to do with who he was.

When he had first been forced out on his own, he had clung to that false belief as if he was trying to justify that his unchecked rage wasn't the problem. That the problem was that Whitebeard wasn't as open-hearted and open-minded as people claimed him to be.

He saw Izou once during Marineford, and it was like a gutpunch. After the old man was dead and the Summit War was done, it finally all came crashing down.

He had been the problem. His violence had been the problem.

And poor Buggy has no idea why this man who he used to be terrified of suddenly looks so... tired.

And Buggy of course does his best to lighten the mood by mentioning this new dragon friend of the strawhats? Hot pink. Like all the cherry blossom petals in kamabakka kingdom.

Seriously Croccy, just imagine how adorable a hot pink dragon would be.

[ideas-4-stories]

Headcanons for the Roger Pirates

The Roger Pirates as a whole

Pretty goofy people and quite chaotic group of misfits.

You know damn right that why Shanks and Buggy party so much is because of the Roger Pirates. (Especially Roger)

Had harder time watching over those gremlin-like balls of chaos (a.k.a. children) than fighting most foes.

They all helped raised Buggy and Shanks at some point. If they were there when Shanks and Buggy came aboard. Most of them are like Uncles and Aunts to Buggy and Shanks.

Gol D. Roger

Bisexual energy or Pansexual energy or hell both vibes

The only way he can comfort somebody is if he keeps his mouth shut. Usually trying to comfort somebody with words makes everything worse. Example: Buggy.

This man would sleep with only boxers or nothing at all, which is unfortunate when someone decides to attack the Roger Pirates when Roger was sleeping. Cause this man would jump into battle with a second thought. He'll be like, "Welp they couldn't of attack when I was sleeping" Roger is shameless, cuz he doesn't care.

That comes into this is that I totally seeing him getting drunk and losing his clothes. Waking up with a hangover, walking through town without a care in the fucking world. To the dismay of Rayleigh and many of the Roger Pirates.

Roger is a man-child, and that should be a fact in life. This man would rather stare a wall, making weird faces, alongside Shanks than do the captain things of taking care of pricing and just things captains do that's not his type of fun.

There's a lot of similarities with Roger and Luffy, but one thing that's different is that Luffy doesn't think. Roger does, but decides to do that crazy thing anyway, because why the fuck not

Silvers Rayleigh

Straight energy but seems to have platonic relationship with Roger and Gaban like 'Buggy Daddies' Rei and Kazuki.

Rayleigh has many pairs of glasses for the reason of his captain. From the crazy fights he wants to fight and the crazy islands he wants to go to. Rayleigh learned early on that he needs a lot of glasses. Even now that he's retired, he still has another pair of glasses with him. Shakky got him down to five instead of ten.

Rayleigh sometimes just swims for no rest but to destress, which stresses Gaban out because it leaves him in charge of their captain. Which isn't a thing at anyone wants to do. Expect for Shanks and Buggy wanting to be "responsibility", but everyone knows they would all just cause chaos together.

Scopper Gaban

Gay energy, and the reason for one of the unofficial mottos of the Red-Haired Pirates 'Smashed as many brewskis as you can in under a minute. Then try your best not to blackout and just start walking in a straight line, whoever is the best at all wins'

One of the only people in the Roger Pirates that have a sound mind or a person that is sensible and has common sense (alongside Rayleigh and few other people) But of course he has his moments as being as crazy as Roger, this goes as well with Rayleigh.

He was the one that had to always change Buggy and Shanks diapers, when it was just Roger, Rayleigh, him, and the kids. Hell, even with the other Roger Pirates, would try their best to nope out.

[rorywritesjunk]

Being called 'Uncle Buggy' was never something he expected, but after receiving the news from his older sister and coming to visit (not really because he wanted to but Sunny was excited to be an aunt) he thought okay, this little red faced brat could call him uncle when she was old enough to talk. She had her mom's blue hair but not the nose, and his sister insisted she looked more like her father (the bird brained idiot who knocked her up (Buggy's words)).

When the second time happened, Buggy was already a master of calming down one screaming kid whenever he'd visit, but his sister gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, loud little monsters with red noses and blonde hair, whose lungs were the most powerful and destructive force Buggy ever heard.

And Sunny offered to babysit the three munchkins so the parents could have a date night as she held the four year old while Buggy (reluctantly) held the screaming newborns. Buggy barely survived the night while Sunny thought it was the most fun she had in a while. No matter what he did, he couldn't calm screaming newborns. He was supposed to be the master of this task, but it didn't work this time around.

When the fourth kid arrived a few years later, Buggy wondered if there was something in the water that his sister was drinking. He didn't know if he could handle being around four kids even with his wife there to help. The little boy looked just like his mom, from his blue hair and red nose to the scowl on his little face that seemed to be permanently there. Buggy didn't cry when his brother-in-law said the boy was named after his uncle, but he may have shed a tear in private with Sunny.

When the fifth and final kid showed up, a little girl with her father's hair and nose, Buggy wondered if there would be any family resemblance to his side. When she was two and Buggy and Sunny were visiting, allowing the parents a few nights away from their gaggle of kids, the little one fought fiercely against nap time, adamant that it wasn't needed, and the only other person Buggy knew who fought that much over something was his own sister, so maybe the munchkin was related to him after all.

And he wondered if his own wife wanted kids, but she told him after each visit how nice it was to see them all but oh, she loved giving them back afterwards. She liked the peace and quiet that they had, but maybe some day they could have kids, but not yet.

[blackholesun321]

wing!au would the Mishanks wedding happen before or after meeting luffy/child number 1?

cuz if it happened before that would mean that both are just surprising their husband with an additional child and if it happened after the child acquisition then that means the early meeting of more than a few hilarious characters

also uncle buggy

My idea was before the numerous children acquisitions. Maybe not before uta though if you want to add her into the story.

I guess it’s Schrödinger bird marriage then again both have threaten divorce so many times neither of them technically know if their still married. Shanks will and has threaten divorce over burnt toast. But Mihawks threatened to throw him off of his coffin boat in the middle of the calm belt and make himself a widow if he didn’t shut the fuck up. So it’s ever changing. and frankly anyone who knows them want nothing to do with their hyper obsessive homoerotic-maiming fetish they got going on. (It’s Benn and Buggy and whoever happens to be dragged in near by. But mostly Benn and Buggy.)

The people in Shanks life always warned him that one day he’d be hit with the parenting bat at full-force for the absolute fucking insanity he caused as a child. And he thought it was ended with Uta but nope the kids just keep piling on. Not to mention internally he has so many issues, so many and he’s terrified to screw up any child in like a four foot diameter of his general aura. The universe truly has the worse sense of humor.

Mihawk assumed he’d die alone. And look he’s not the best with kids more the type of person to treat them and talk to them like their tiny adults, (they of course love him for this.) But then he met Shanks and if someone like him can be charmed and pulled into love by someone like Shanks the universe could start throwing wacka-doodle shit at him and he’d just pull an umbrella out. He didn’t however plan for so Many children…

This is what basically happens every time Mihawk and Shanks aquire another child. Neither of them no why they lie and or are surprised anymore—

Uncle Buggy is a terror and has more then once convinced the child to commit a coup d’état against their parents. Right before he’s done babysitting he’ll give the kids a bunch of candy then hand them a permanent marker to take home. He is the fun uncle but also the unhinged take the kids out the middle of the woods for a probably illegal bond fire and or pick-pocketing trip he’ll call grift-time with uncle Buggy. The Kids love him.

[waitmyturtles]

SPOILERS FOR THE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC FIRST EPISODE OF OS2 X BBS

(I’m on the far, far end of the international date line, so hopefully most of y’all have seen it or are close to seeing it...)

I MEAN?!?!?!?! I MEEEEANNNNNN?!?!??!?!?!!?

Maybe I was a little (okay, A LOT) worried that these episodes would feel like an appendage, maybe in kind of the way I felt The Eclipse episodes turned out (but I really need to rewatch those again).

But how could I not trust Aof? It almost seems like he started writing this as soon as he was done with BOTH BBS and ATOTS to put this story together. 

I was getting mixed up in mom brain with @miscellar a few days ago, thinking that there was going to be a body swap thingy, and kind of groaning about it, so I’m SO SO GLAD I WAS WRONG, and that this is going to be set up to be a mini-drama about two couples going through their growth shit. 

I dunno, y’all. What can I say. The MAJORITY of you all have been waiting MUCH LONGER than me to see Pran and Pat reunited, as I only watched Bad Buddy in January, and ATOTS late last year, but still, really -- I have this seriously strong sense of nostalgia that I am so happy to see Pat and Pran HAPPY, and/or at least working on their relationship, AND, JESUS, to see Phupha and TIAN TOGETHER, and omg, THAT MUSIC THAT PLAYED WHEN PHUPHA TURNED HIS HEAD and Pran was googly-eyed, and I was literally DYING AT THIS STARBUCKS, actually covering my mouth with giggles because not only is it so good to see all these guys back, but ALL OF THEM TOGETHER, and acting together, and FUCK, THIS WHOLE TWO-WEEK DEAL IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Like, this storyline does NOT seem played out. (Listen, I enjoyed PatWai.)

Honestly, I can’t really conjure analysis, LOL. I’m just too overwhelmed. The fucking shots of Chiang Mai and Pha Pun Dao. Pran sticking his hand out of the car and seeing the green hills. PRAN IS THERE, Y’ALL, PRAN. I mean --

IT’S DOUBLE NOSTALGIA TIME. THAT’S WHAT AOF DID, THAT’S WHAT HE’S DOING TO US!!!!!!

GAAAAAHHHHH. I think that’s it. I’m getting hit TWICE, Y’ALL, TWICE WITH THE FEELS! PatPran, PhuphaTian! Flashbacks to Tinidee and Chiang Mai! Campus and hills of tea! It’s too much! Too much for an almost menopausal woman like myself! I’m fuckin’ gonna give myself hot flashes with this shit!

And Tian is SO FEISTY, UGH, and Pat is SO DETERMINED but still making silly mistakes, but being SO HONEST and reflective about those mistakes, and Pran is still such a buggy little SHIT, but has opened up so much, as we can see, to be open and honest about his feelings, while these guys still know and maybe slightly regret that they have to keep things secret.

I FUCKING LOVE THAT THIS EPISODE MADE MULTIPLE REFERENCES TO UNCLE TONG AND THE IMPACT THAT HE HAD ON THEM. THAT THEIR HONEYMOON TRIP WAS THE LAST TIME THEY COULD BE OPEN AND OUT TOGETHER.

I might have more to say later, but I’m just agog right now. This was so well done, at least so far. These guys fucking hauled ass to do this show, I mean, Ohm had finished filming Double Savage like the day before this. I’m shaking my damn head. This was fun, it was flirty, it was emotional, the bros are still fucking bro-ing (WTF KORN, BTW! I mean, did you out them, or was that a slightly homophobic comment?!), it’s filmed BEAUTIFULLY, but what would you expect of Aof otherwise. 

I mean. I just wrote a whole bunch of gibberish, but I honestly have no words. I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so glad to have all of these guys back, in one place, all four of them, acting together, working together (PAT IN THE CLASSROOM OMFG I’M GONNA DIIEEEEEEE TOMORROWWWWW). 

I’m a CROSSOVER STAN, NO PROBLEMS WITH IT. I AM SUITED AND SEATED FOR IT. Ohm x Nanon x Earth x Mix -- FUCK. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!