#the little chick cheep

[fernandomontesfilms]

O Pintinho Piu - Versão Do Os Wiggles - Português

Portuguese

Did you know that the Brazilian Children's song "O Pintinho Piu" was originally released in 1957, after the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer cartoon studio shut down?

[teenagetumblers]

O Pintinho Piu - Versão Do Os Wiggles (10-30-2011)

[impish-baby]

In April, I open my bill - platonic yandere! villians x sidekick! reader (pt.2) - 🪶🗡

Matilda loves her boss. She does. But she gets tired of his bullshit sometimes.

"Who the hell is that?" Atlas has a stranger curled up against his chest, eyeing her warily. She leaves him alone for a day and she comes back to some kid. "I swear to God if you kidnapped someone just because you were feeling broody again-"

"Langue, language, my chick doesn't need to here such profanity." His pupils are blown so wide that they take up almost the entirety of his eyes, yeah, definitely broody. "Be nice to our newest family member, would you?"

"Do you even know who they are?" She pinches the bridge of her nose trying not to scream about how much paperwork and scrubbing of information that she's going to be stuck doing. How fun.

"No need to work yourself up into a tizzy," Atlas hums, leaning down to nuzzle his face into their hair. "Why don't you come here so we can properly chat?" It's a ploy. Once she steps foot into the pile of blankets, she's not getting out for a good while. "Please? You should at least meet the baby." Dammit.

Matilda dutifully ignores the smirk thrown her way as she settles down across from the two avians, frowning when the tiny one instantly cheeps in distress at her entering the nest.

"Oh, dearest, it's ok.." Atlas is quick to soothe, "she's flock too, alright? Her wings are just a little different than ours."

That seems to calm them down a bit, enough for them to crawl over to her side and tilt their head at the fleshy appendages.

She smiles just a little, stretching out a wing for them to feel. "Hey, kiddo. Sorry I missed your apparent home welcoming." They chirp quietly in response, reaching up to smooth their fingers over the skin. "Is it cool?" Matilda hates how quickly she's feeling fond over the chick, they are pretty cute. "We can go flying together when you and that dumba- dummy aren't so stuck in your instincts."

The look that crosses over Atlas's face isn't good at all, expression suddenly tight as he pulls the fledgling back to him. "About that.. I have to explain some things. Firstly, you remember our discussion about that new sidekick, right? Apollo's?"

"You did not." She's going to kill him.

[lieslab]

A nest of our own

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Pairing: Felix X gn reader

Summary: After seeing baby chicks, you're convinced Felix and you can become poultry parents.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

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“Sweetheart, you know we can’t get them, right?” 

You waved off Felix’s words as you stared down at the large plastic bin. After hearing a friend talk about the grain store having poultry for sale, you jumped at the chance to appear with Felix. Wood shavings sat on the bottom and a heat lamp radiated warmth. Faint chirps, quacks, and cheeps filled the air. 

“I know, but look at them. Aren’t they just the cutest thing? Look at them!” Your lips pushed into a smile. “The baby chicks are so cute and fluffy, just like you!” 

On the defense, he side-eyed and he scowled at you. “I’m not fluffy. Cute? Obviously. Fluffy?” 

“Your hair is kinda fluffy.” 

“Fluffy? More stiff and on the verge of falling out. One more bleaching session and I-” 

“Look!” You tugged on his hand and pointed out one of the fluffy yellow chicks. Curious beady black eyes, small peeps, and a neck craned back to look at the two giants before him. “Isn’t he adorable? He’s looking right at us.” 

“How do you know he’s a he?” 

“Because I just do.” 

His arm wrapped around your waist. His chin went to your shoulder and he sighed. “Yeah, he is pretty cute. I wish we could pick them up, but the sign says we’re not allowed to touch them.” 

“Do you like the baby ducks or chicks more?” 

He hummed softly and glanced between the few bins. About a foot away from the first large plastic tub, a second sat up with a similar set-up. The same brand of heat lamp and wood shavings. A plastic container holding enough water to let them drink from it, but not enough for the animals to drown. Another held starter food to nurture their bodies. 

“They’re both pretty cute. I like the little webbed feet the ducks have. I bet they’re going to grow up and be great swimmers.” 

“I don’t know about the ducks, but I think these are egg-laying chickens. They’ll grow up and after a while, they’ll be able to lay eggs. I like the egg-laying chickens. I’d rather have these than have the chickens that are meant to be butchered.” 

“There’s a difference between chickens?” 

You shifted, so you could look at him. “You didn’t know that?” 

“Chicken is chicken,” he shrugged. “I get eggs and meat from the grocery store. I’ve never really questioned if there was a difference between the two. I probably should have known, but it’s never been that deep for me. I eat to nurture myself and try not to think about the chickens. If I think about it too much, I’ll cry.” 

You reached up and gently patted his cheek. “You’re cute. Almost as cute as these babies.” 

“I’m losing to baby chicks and ducks? You don’t even know their names.” 

“I know they’re cute.” 

He gestured to the second bin. “Is that duck eating his…” His face scrunched and he trailed off. “Ew.” 

Your own grimace followed. “Yeah, I forgot they eat their own excrement sometimes.” 

“Ew!” 

“They’re just babies!” You defended them. “There’s not much for them to do, so how are they supposed to know?” 

“That’s so gross!” 

“You ate an entire banana with the peel on!” 

“It wasn’t my own bowel movement!” 

“Might as well have been.” 

As the curious baby chick watched your bickering, it’s head tipped to the side. Not understanding your words, but understanding enough to know that something between the two of you was wrong. That’s why it spun around and hurried back beneath the heat lamp. Pillowing itself between brothers and sisters, it hunkered down, eager to warm itself back up. 

~ ~ ~ 

A week later, you sat with your hands on your hips on the living room couch. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but it’s done. There’s no going back. The two of us are going to be parents to baby-” 

Across the way, you were cut off with a loud sharp peep. You shoved yourself from the couch and hurried over to the plastic tub. Down below, eight baby chicks fought over a spot for warmth beneath the heat lamp. The way you adjusted it, there wasn’t enough room for all eight. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Hold on, let me fix this.” You reached over and adjusted the lamp, leaning it back to cover more square area. 

One ball of fluff leaned over with a beak and pecked another sibling in the head. You gasped, reached down, and gently cupped them to bring them to your chest. Frantic peeps instantly filled the air. The fear of falling filled the bird, just as an infant would fear. 

“Hey, that’s not nice. I know you’re upset, but I’m working on it.” You frowned, hoping the chicken would understand. “Just because you’re impatient and angry, it doesn’t mean that you can fight your sibling. Please, calm down.” 

As you continued to lecture the small bird, the front door swung open. Felix kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag, and glanced up. A smile filled his face and then it fell. The puffy yellow ball in your hands poked out between the slips of your fingers. 

“Baby?” 

You jerked to the side with wide eyes. About the same time, the baby chick in your hands chirped loudly. You shushed the bird softly, reached down, and gently placed it in the front pocket of your overalls. “Let me talk to your father first.” 

“What are you…” He padded closer, worrying about the plastic tub behind you. “Did you purchase-” 

“Okay, listen. I know you said no, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve spent the past three days researching and making sure I know how to properly take care of them. I think I’ve become an expert on chicken enrichment and nurturing.” 

About that time, the peep in your pocket pecked at the faded denim. Felix glanced down, but he couldn’t find the energy to be mad at you. Not when something so small and delicate sat in your pocket. He moved closer, grabbed your front chest pocket, and peeked over the edge. 

“Honey, why did you put him in there?” 

“Because he needed a time out for pecking his brother. Back to my point, I know what I’m doing. Come on, Felix, you can’t say no to them.” You reached down and pulled up the baby chick. “Just like I said the other day, they’re so cute. There’s eight of them, just like you and your members!” 

“Does that make this one Seungmin Junior?” He reached out, slowly brushing a finger over the top of the baby’s head. “Didn’t you say these were egg-laying chickens? Wouldn’t that make these chickens hens? Girl chickens?” 

“It turns out they have roosters and hens. I just got a boxful and called it a day. If we do it right, we can fertilize the eggs and then we can be grandparents.” 

“Oh, dear.” 

 “You don’t want to be grandparents with me?” You frowned, meeting his eyes. 

“No, I think it’s a nice idea in theory, but baby, we don’t have a coop. We have a backyard, but there’s no fence for them to roam. Don’t we have to worry about predators, too?” 

“You worry too much. I have it all planned out. Just wait until you see what I ordered off a website. It’s all the pieces to a coop, but it comes with instructions, and I can put it together. I was thinking when they start laying eggs, we can get a cute basket to collect them in.” 

“You’re really not giving me a choice here, are you?” 

“Nope.” 

He reached out and slowly cupped the chick from your hand. “He is a pretty cute guy. What are we seriously going to name them? How are we doing to tell the difference between them all? They look the same.” 

“I’m still figuring it out, but in the meantime, we’re fresh parents to a batch of kids.” 

He stepped forward, peeking in on the rest of the flock. He went from chick-to-chick, taking notice of how many huddled beneath the red radiance of the heat lamp. “You said there’s eight?” 

“Yes! They said you had to buy eight at once, so I got all eight. I can’t wait until they grow up!” You grinned, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I think they’ll make great family members. Plus, we’ll have fresh eggs.” 

“Or a nice Sunday dinner.” 

Your head whipped back. “You’re going to eat our kids?” 

He shrugged and reached back down to pet the chicken back in his hands. “I’m just saying it’s a possibility.” 

“You’re a horrible father.” 

The bird leaned forward, pecking the skin of Felix’s hand. “Ow!” He hissed, leaned down, and let the chick rush beneath the heat lamp. “You little-” 

“That’s what you get for not being very nice to our kid.” 

“I’ll turn him into a nugget.” 

“Behave or I’ll report you to Changbin for child abuse and let him straighten you out.” 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah? What’s he going to do?” 

“Headlock of doom.” 

“Sounds more like a reward than a punishment.” 

“While I bleach your hair again.” 

He gasped, spinning back around to face you. “You wouldn’t!” 

“Be nice to our kids.” 

“Fine.” 

You leaned forward, cupping his face in the process. “I know you didn’t think we could, but I’ve got it all under control.” 

“I’m a little worried, but I trust you. They’ll make a good addition to our dynamic duo. Maybe I’ll get Hyunjin to help me make little signs to decorate their coop.” 

“Like?” 

“Cluck around and find out.” He grinned, eyes lighting up in the process. “You can never go wrong with chicken puns.” 

You leaned closer, planting a quick kiss to a freckled-stamped cheek. “I’ll allow it since we’re working on this together. Since you’re home, let’s go.” You slipped a hand through his. “I got a bunch of baby-name books from the library, so we have to pick out names.” 

He laughed, unable to stop the utter admiration from pouring out of his body. “You’re cute. I love you so much, my little chicken tender.” 

You slowly turned your head, casting judgement upon him. He grinned again, showing off two rows of pearly white teeth. “What? Too early for another chicken pun?” 

“That’s it, you’re spending the night in the coop.” 

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[kedreeva]

Corona today hatched 4 of her 5 eggs, and then left the nest. The 5th was cold when I got there, but it was cheeping, so I brought it in and put it into the incubator with a bunch of warm water to keep it humid.

10 minutes later it pipped the shell and an hour after that it was out. Here's a 4-hours-old peachick:

I waited until dark, and then walked out to where Corona was sitting with her other 4, and shoved the chick under her in one quick motion. She bitched at me a little, but ultimately refused to move. In the morning, she will have 5 chicks instead of 4, and be none the wiser.

Years ago I was told - repeatedly, by everyone, and sometimes in quite nasty ways - that it's impossible to put chicks under peahens at night, that it doesn't work. But I've done it a bunch of times and... It's always worked. There's no reason it shouldn't work, if it's being done correctly.

At any rate, Corona now has 5 chicks- 3 purples, a bs, and one that may be bs pied or white. Hard to tell yet.

[fanaticsnail]

Chick Update

No baby chickens yet, but they should be cheeping soon. The good mama is still sitting comfy on her little brood, but has discarded one of the eggs (her own, which is a little weird). If I tallied it right, it should be any time this week we'll see some babies if they've worked! C'mon chick chick chickens!

The good mama ⬆️

[a-big-chicken-nerd]

at the feed store there were chickys hatching LIVE little wee babby wet chicks 2 seconds old maximum and say CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP and PEEP PEEP PEEP

[sleepyheadnarcoticdreams]

Looking for the interview where Thomas and Guy-Man talk about their time in Lycée Carnot, I found this other interview where the interviewer asks them which version of "The little Chick Cheep" do they prefer, if the french version or the original italian version XD

Like, imagine having the oportunity to ask anything to Daft Punk, and you go and ask them that lmao

I'm spanish and my french is not so good, I am able to understand just a few things, but if someone is up to do a translation, please share it with us!

[wingedanon]

*They walk into Crow's house and walk up to him, holding his kids in their hands*

Hey! These little guys went up to me and told me that they wanted their dad!

[Honestly forgot about this.]

-@thesmilingcrittermimic

(BAH I JUST SENT AN ASK YOUR EAY YOU CAN DELETE THAT)

WH

MY CHICKS!

*Crow rushes over*

chrrp chrp cheep?

[ghost-bxrd]

Talon wonders what it is doing here, alone. Humans this size tend to be well protected by their nest mothers and fathers. Has the little one wandered off?

Talon coos again, scooting a little closer.

No matter. The tiny human will go cold if Talon leaves it here, and unlike with Talon humans do not become warm again once they are returned to better temperatures.

The tiny human whines in fright, its face buried in its arms, and Talon stops its advance, confused.

It had been sure the sound was the same one their owl mother had used on the chicks. Perhaps it means something different to humans?

Talon tries again with a quiet trill, crouching low against the ground to make itself appear smaller. Tiny humans do not like being towered over.

And yet the tiny human continues to shake, making those quiet, stifled cheeps of distress that make Talon feel on edge like there is a threat it needs to take care of but there’s nothing here except the tiny human and Talon.

— snippet featuring Talon!Dick and a smol Jason

[ask-lil-baby-chick]

Wait... wait.

Where does Thistles keep getting children?

Well, if you need a mother I got you

{The little basilisk looks up at her, cheeps once, and runs forward into her leg. He climbs onto her foot and sits there where it is safe. He has had a day.} I am from the dungeon. I think I was in a nest once, but papa said all the other basilisks have migrated from the dungeon. Shroomy taught me how to trash talk, so I have been trying to duel people- but a cat lady almost bested me today! I put up a good fight though- I swear! {Both the chick and the snake half of the creature look ready to collapse from exhaustion.}

[fernandomontesfilms]

Fellous Titiou - Al Wiggles 'iisdar (1-3-2013)

[teenagetumblers]

Il Pulcino Pio - Versione Di Il Wiggles (8-8-2012)

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 230 Review: Updates

Summary

This is the sort of chapter we've not had in too long: the sort that zips along, catching us up on what's been happening. Finally, the long, dark nightmare of Tatsumaki's tantrum begins to fade. (No, it's not that it's that bad, but 2 chapters would have been plenty).

We start with Flashy Flash trying to find God. No, Manako, who's the next best thing to God. By asking monsters. He's getting nowhere fast, which is anathema to our speedster so he decides to enlist Saitama's help, after he polishes him up. Because what Saitama truly needs in his life is a random drop-in master.

Anyway, on we go. Much less inflated, in both ego and body, we have Tank Top Master. He has finally worked off the fat (phat?) boost that Fubuki gave him. He misses the strength it came with but the rest of the gym like s him back to his old shape. Speaking of the reset, there aren't many Tank Toppers left: many have retired in the wake of the Monster Association showdown. Tank Top Rockabilly starts to curse their cowardice, but Tank Top Master stops him, pointing out that what mattered were those who still showed up. Besides he had a feeling about tank tops -- and on cue, three C-Class heroes come in to sign up as new recruits.

Also in a gym but much less happily, we see Super Alloy Darkshine trying to do what he's done so many times before: work off his insecurity. It isn't doing much for him, and, as he peels off his shirt, we see the livid scars left on his torso and hands. He reflects that he simply cannot quell the fear he feels at the rethought of fighting again. We close out this scene with Captain Mizuki watching him with concern.

The camera moves again (yes, yes, I know -- bear with me; there's method to my madness) and we watch the biggest, fuzziest chick mascot you ever did see help little children cross the road safely. Yes, it's Phoenixman, or Chick Man as he's now known. He catches sight of Child Emperor across the road and the two repair to a cafe. He explains to a very wary Child Emperor that even though he's no longer a chick-sized man, but a man-sized chick, his powers haven't returned and he ekes out a living doing good. Kids love him! It's not too bad at the moment, so what does Child Emperor want with him? Child Emperor wastes no time getting to the point: he wants to know what the monster knew about the bad things happening at the HA, and how.

Feels like just a few days ago since we left Monster Chick Man cheeping in the rubble -- don't they grow fast? Speaking of fast-growing things, we have a problem in City Y. Yes, this is the city where Child Emperor has his lab -- looks like he's too busy interrogating monsters to look after his patch, and in his absence, we have an invasion of trees. Sentient moving trees announcing their divine purpose to restore the Earth's soils to their former fertility -- by using people as fertilizer. We see three heroes trying to cut them down (or blow them up), setting up a smokescreen to confuse the monsters but they're quickly snared by the tree roots. It looks bad, but then Tank Top Master and several of his Tank Toppers come barging through. Tank Top Master urges the heroes not to sit there but to join them in their charge. They charge forward, sending tree monsters flying and it's all looking good until...

...obscured by the smoke, they run straight into the Forest King himself. The monster wastes no time picking up the heroes and, starting to squeeze the lives out of them, announces the arrival of new fertilizer.

Of course, a hero always knows how to pick their moment, and in that moment, all the plant life in the boulevard, even the vines choking the buildings disappear in a flash. Out of that smoke appears a very familiar silhouette. Declaring himself satisfied with Dr Kuseno's work, Genos tells the monster and heroes that he wants a new spar with Saitama (talk about non-useful information!) But first, he had some trash to get rid of. And that is the end of the Forest King, gone too fast to be worth panelling.

We close with a very excited Genos showing his nice new parts to Saitama, who appears to just about have noticed there's something different about his disciple again.

Correction: we close to the Tank Toppers working out frantically to catch up to machine power. Can't call Tank Top Master a quitter.

Meta below the cut.

Meta: So much to catch up on

You know, I was happy to see Flashy Flash looking for Manako... at least until I heard his reasons for it. If he'd protested to someone that he was just looking for her as a witness too valuable to let some random hero kill, I'd have smiled and called him tsundere. As this is him musing to himself, I'm much less reassured. There's something I find deeply untrustworthy about that ninja.

People are like tea bags: you never know how strong they are until they're in hot water

Another chapter, another hero group, another shakedown. Earlier, we had seen the Blizzard Group shaken down to the few members who truly believed in what Fubuki did and were willing to seek to grow stronger in their own rights rather than just propping her ego up. This time, we're seeing a shakedown of the Tank Toppers. The good thing about the Tank Top Army is that with its policy of hard work, wearing tank tops, and just doing one's best, it's not as politically scheming as the Blizzard group and has the advantage that people there really do want to work together to do some good. However, a lot of them have also been hiding behind a Class S hero to get points (and wins) easily. With the long night of the Monster Association raid and all it pulled out of them, it looks like many have honestly looked at themselves and realised that they aren't going to be able to give the world what it needs. Tank Top Master respecting that a hero can only give what they can and letting them leave without rancour or ill word is a real credit to the man.

I've seen Tank Top Master called the Mumen Rider of the S-Class. I don't know if I'd go that far, but he's certainly the sort of guy one could describe as having no side. He's very much of the what-you-see-is-what-you-get persuasion. I loved how he shone in the Monster Association raid. For me the single most impressive thing was him cutting through Mumen Rider's self-deprecating routine and making him the de facto leader of the local rescue operation. And Mumen rose to the occasion without question. Tank Top Master really does know how to pull the best out of people.

This chapter is no exception when he refuses to berate the heroes who have been trapped by the tree monsters and urges them to get up and press on. Life is been tough for Tank Top Master, but heroism isn't measured in wins and losses: it's not a game, but a belief in doing the right thing whatever the odds. I would like things to go well for him sooner rather than later, but as long as his tank top is strong, let's watch him and cheer him on.

It's all in how you see it

Something that's too big and too long a topic to deal with here is the role of the subjective in One-Punch Man. ONE did set out to make OPM not a story with a single definitive narrative, but rather one told through multiple viewpoints, and it seems to exist at all levels of the story. Even the idea of a person turning into a monster is based on that person's subjective view of themselves and their place in the world. So it shouldn't be surprising that there appears to be a lot of characters with body image problems, one shown most graphically by Darkshine. Whether the scars on his body are as livid as they appear to him to a third party is irrelevant: to him, they're there, and all the trauma and shock of having the skin he trusted to keep his fragile self safe being breached is right there in front of him. His donning a t-shirt so as not to see it in the gym mirror is painful to see indeed.

I'd love to say something about Phoenixman/Chick Man but it escapes me for now. In the meantime, I have only questions. How the hell did he grow back to man-size so fast? What exactly has happened to him to so comprehensively depower him? Why is he able to be accepted as a mascot in society? Are there no background checks? Like Child Emperor, I find myself very curious but not one whit trusting.

Back to the grind

I'm not going to say Genos is back. He's been around in the aftermath of the Monster Association raid, helping Saitama find their old apartment, terrorizing the Hero Association, and just hanging out. He's appeared in reasonably good spirits and decent health, and yet, this is a return of sorts. It's more like he's come off sick leave and returned to work.

I know people like to pretend to know nothing for argument's sake, but if you've ever burned wood, you know that wet wood is not easy (or advisable to burn): you need dry wood to get a fire going. Living wood is 60% water and takes a lot of energy, such that to get a forest fire you need high temperatures, prolonged dry weather conditions, and a lot of dry underbrush to keep the fire going… and even there many trees don't burn fully. So for a forest of living trees to not just burn up but to be ASHED in a flash, like they're made of gun cotton speaks to a truly terrifying power.

I'm unsurprised that Genos can do that, and crush a dragon-level monster like it's a bug -- it's been clear he's got the power for a while but it's nice to see him consolidate his hard-won gains.

That said… what the heck is he so keen to show Saitama? I have no idea what Genos thinks he's got to show Saitama that will impress the latter. If nobody else knows, he knows the absurd heights of power from which Saitama looks down on the world. He knows too that Saitama sees him and thinks well of him. And yet he's eager to spar him. Okay, kid. Just don't embarrass yourself, that's all I'm asking.

[thesharktanksdriver]

The reader celebrating Halloween with everyone...

Also happy Halloween! 🎃🦇⚰️👹

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Reader : *knocks door*

Stranger : *annoyed, opens the door* tf do you want?

Reader : Trick or treat! *Raises their basket*

Kid!Corazon and kid!Doflamingo : *does the same*

Stranger : *slams door*

Reader : Happy Halloween! Come on guys! *About to get to the other houses*

Kid!Doflamingo : Wait, we didn't get our treat *drags them back by the shoulder*

Kid!Corazon : So...?

Kid!Doflamingo : So now... We must TRICK *says that with the most menacing look ever*

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Mihawk : Halloween is over, (Reader) can you please take the decorative skeleton out of your room?

Reader : His name is Jared! >:(

Mihawk : *Sighs*

Mihawk : can JARED leave the house NOW?

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Reader : Do you wanna hear a joke about ghosts?

Kid!Doflamingo : No

Reader : That's the spirit! *Finger guns* :D

Kid!Doflamingo :

Kid!Corazon : *clapping and laughing*

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Roger : *Is in a chicken costume* I'm a chicken! And this!

*holding reader, wearing a chick costume above his head*is my little Chicky!

Reader : Cheep cheep mother-cluckers!

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Kid!Buggy : Gotta be honest, (Reader), the Halloween decorations are looking great!

Kid!Shanks : Yeah! Where did you get these fake skeletons (Reader)? *Holding a nearly as real skull*

Reader : Fake...?

*shanks and Buggy immediately backs away from reader for at least 10 feet*

Reader : It's a joke-

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Reader : Guys, we're out of candy!

Kid!Doflamingo : already? There's only like 3 kids!

Kid!Corazon : Yeah but... One girl said she loved me so I just gave her everything...

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Reader : So what do you wanna be for Halloween? *Carving a face on a pumpkin using a stick*

Law : an idiot

Reader : How though-

Corazon coming over holding his clothes happily : Heres the clothes you wanna borrow Law!

Reader :

Law :

Corazon : Why are you two staring at me-

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Robin : I thought you're decorating for Halloween?

Crocodile : I am

Robin : You're just holding up pictures of bullets and guns

Crocodile : You said Halloween is for when you decorate the things you hate the most

Robin : I said Halloween is for when you decorate the things you fear the most

Crocodile : Same thing

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Reader : *holding the news paper* this says here "A crazy dude wearing a Strawhat, with a mask and black, red sheet over their shoulders running around in [town] stealing candies from children and adults"

Luffy : That was me! *Happily munching a chocolate bar*

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- 🛎️Anon!

I love me Halloween madness

Ngl, y/n would definitely dress up as a ghost most halloweens or if their feeling daring they’d go as Roger since they already have the coat for it

[slettlune]

there's a little bird building a nest under our building's protruding roof shingles and i am willing to die and/or kill for this potential bird family. i desperately need to figure out what species they are so i can offer top notch nutritious food

my friend told me "just wait until the chicks cheeping ruins your sleep" like no you don't understand i'm a coparent now, we're expecting!!