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Anonymous said: Do you have a post with rules and muses?

{ Hello!! I'm currently working on one, this blog is still a bit under construction c: For the time being please have a look at the rules and muse pages! ♡ }

#{ out of character. }#{ asks. }#{ queue. }

themeposts

#Marshall D. Teach { aesthetic. }#Buggy { aesthetic. }#Benn Beckman { aesthetic. }#{ queue. }

killedarlingsarchived

"Besides the liiiittle mishap with the figurehead, our shipwrights did a fabulous job, see?" Buggy simpered as he led his boyf—business partner around the pier.

He rasped his knuckles across the hull as they passed, admiring the craftsmanship. "This baby is sturdy enough to withstand even the strongest currents. And I insisted on a plank, because I know how much you love torturing prisoners," he added with a little wink, splitting into halves and turning his torso around to keep facing Crocodile while his feet kept walking forward.

"And just wait until you see the galley! It's really an amazing shi-ACK!" Two splashes sounded out as Buggy's feet walked straight off the end of the pier, his other half promptly following suit.

{ Croc please rescue your idiot clown somehow <33 }

@indomiitas ; unprompted, always accepting.

It's comical how oblivious the clown really is, walking straight off the end of the pier with his upper half delaying its fall by a few seconds as if he were in some sort of cartoon strip that Crocodile would see in the morning newspapers — that is, if the former warlord had the sense of humor of a five year old. He had purposefully slowed his steps once they started nearing the edge, turned golden gaze from the guild's newly reconstructed vessel in attentiveness to the other's boastful detailings, and gave the benefit of the doubt to his idiot clown by not bothering to warn him about his spacial awareness — a clear error on his part.

Water was... an unfortunate drawback for the former warlord, seawater even more so. And with Mihawk not around as usual, it seemed that the poor clown was fated to drown. That is, until a tiny flash of green goes speeding past his legs, jumping straight into the water with reckless abandon. Kiba's son Ciel resurfaces a few moments later with a piece of the clown carefully between its tiny jaws, the bananawani spitting the body part onto the pier before disappearing back below the surface. Ciel continues his game of fetch until he's collected each part, with Buggy's head being the last.

After the baby bananawani has hopped back up onto the pier, jaws clamped around a patch of the clown's sapphire locks, Crocodile is quick to crouch down in front of them. " You're not hurt, are you? " he asks, slight concern tinged in his voice as golden hues roam over for any sign of injury. Ciel places Buggy's head down, who splutters out some water before stating that he was mostly fine despite the whole drowning part, to which a frown appears on the former warlord's face. " I wasn't talking to you, " he scolds before turning his attention back to his bananawani. Ciel chirps happily in response before rolling over onto his back and exposing his stomach for Crocodile to scratch and coo with praise at what a good boy he was for saving his business partner from a lot of paperwork.

As Buggy reassembles, droplets go everywhere as he attempts to shake and squeeze the water from his hair and clothes, Ciel immediately racing over to run circles around his legs and bask in the shower. Crocodile watches as Buggy huffs before leaning down in attempt at giving a pat to the creature. Ciel beams at the affection and returns it by nuzzling his tiny head into the clown's gloved hand, causing a fond expression to appear on Crocodile's face before the bananawani scrambles off.

" C'mon, you wet rat, " the former warlord gestures the clown forward, away from the ship and back towards the array of tents scattered about. " Let's get you dry. " They fall into step with one another, off the pier and back onto warm sands, Crocodile glancing out of the corner of his eye down at the other. Buggy is shivering, arms wrapped around himself as he attempts to keep pace with the former warlord's large strides. He debates letting the clown suffer for the rest of the walk, but ultimately, his body seems to work for him and opens up a flap of his large, fur coat to envelope around the other man, pulling him in.

Immediately, he feels the weight of Buggy's gaze, confused and possibly endeared, as he looks up at him. But Crocodile keeps his own eyes forward, teeth clenching around the cigar between his lips in attempt to keep his expression schooled. He senses the clown's satisfaction, feels the tugging of his coat further around him to be buried in the warmth from the reptile's body and faint scent of ash becoming more familiar by the day. " Get any water on me, and you're dead. " He warns before Buggy could draw any closer. Out of instinct, the clown straightens and purposefully pushes a few extra inches of distance between them. But Crocodile glances back down at him again, the arch of his golden hook hovering just a second as if afraid to touch him, before slipping around the clown's waist, not wanting him get too far.

#{ savings. }#{ clutching my heart falling to my knees }#{ Ciel is so adorable 🥺🥺🥺 }#{ employee of the month award for saving his clown dad }#{ Crocodile praising him for saving him from a lot of paperwork asdfghjk }#{ don't even get me started on Croc sharing his coat with Buggy and putting his hook around him to keep him close!!! 😭💕😭💕 }#{ Croc just admit that you care about your wet rat }#{ this is so precious thank you }#Buggy { barasuna. }#killedarlings

He's too broke to afford two pretty rings.

Which was why he's just going to buy them with Crocodile's money instead!

#{ dash commentary. }#croccy baby you wouldn't add your own wedding expenses to the debt now would you 👉👈#just think of the morale of the crew :o))#killedarlings #taiixuan #Buggy { ic. }

marinehero

@ bogard would getting involved with a chef mean free food, serious questions only while on duty

indomiitas

He can fill more than just your stomach, Garp.

...

He can also fill your heart!

#sanji come meet your new stepdad #{ im sorry }#marinehero #Zeff { ic. }#{ continued. }#{ crack. }#{ or is it }

↑ now also considering his chances of seducing Garp

#{ dash commentary. }#{ sorry sanji }#{ love goes through the stomach something something }#{ still can't believe that opla zeff seduced garp with his meat if u know what i mean /winkwinknudgenudge }

↑ Wagering his chances of how likely Crocodile and Mihawk would be to beat him up if he laid the offer of marriage on the table.

#{ dash commentary. }#{ prime house husband material right here }#{ he's already an expert at spending Crocodile's money! }

"OBJECTION!"

Shanks would you please stop stirring up trouble for the Cross Guild polycule.

#{ dash commentary. }#{ shanks you can't just go and steal crocodile's ex >:o( }#{ also dragon you can't just marry his ex >:o((( }#Buggy { ic. }

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#Beckman { aesthetic. }#Buggy { aesthetic. }#Zeff { aesthetic. }#Marshall D. Teach { aesthetic. }#{ queue. }

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Please specify the muse or you’ll get Doffy (this is a threat) ♡

Edit: Closed! Thank you so much for your interest, I will get the asks out over the week!! ♡

#{ inbox call. }

@waxgentleman said: "Don't be so sad about it Buggy, even with Crocodile's take over there's still many thing you can decide by yourself, ga ne. Peeeer example—" Mr 3 start flipping through pages in a paper clipboard, his light smile starting fade and give space for a frown at each page." What a reasonable guy— no greedy or power hungry at aaaall." He roll his eyes, knowing very well how that pirate handled business." OH! OH no, pardon me. No no, this one needs Mihawk's approval too. Let me see. Let me see." "Oh there it is— You can choose dessert. Pudding or Ice cream." He gave another look at the page. " For the next 4 months? Crocodile's heart getting soft, ga ne." ( helloo ( ┐「ε:)_ i came to say hi to my flashy buddy clown if that's ok)

Buggy sat slouched at his table, cheek placed upon the tabletop, listlessly chewing on the tip of a pencil as he listened to his prison break pal go through the notes.

He finally kicked back his seat and threw up his hands in frustration. Literally. They hovered over his head, forming into angry fists.

“They don’t trust me with anything, Gal! Does Crocodile think I’d just try to run off with his money?!” Buggy huffed, outraged. How presumptuous! And correct! But this was a different issue entirely!

He had built his entire crew and delivery from the ground up, he was more than capable of running a business on his own, you know? No, this was a matter of pride. Buggy set his jaw and reattached his hands to his wrists, determinedly pushing himself off his seat and starting to pace around the tent.

“Ice cream it is then,” he grumbled, fed up with feeling useless. “And it will be the flashiest ice cream they have ever eaten in their entire lives, you hear me?! I'll show them!”

#waxgentleman #{ helloooo <333 }#{ ofc it's okay!! c: I absolutely adore these two }#{ also lmao that ask is just so good }#Buggy { ic. }#{ asks. }

seraphynm

aftertaste of night already passed somehow lingered still in its poignant notes of sugar and endless streams of regrets unspoken and yet unable to be fully hidden away by saccharine spotlights —in other's sleep - numbed agitation still being oh so much telling than any other word clown of the east would've ever been able to attempt at croaking out and pathetically so, gaining instead a slow turn of unruly locks of coal and glance of shimmery gold. " i thought you had already ran back to your hidehole —well, glad you're still able to walk. " merely a quip from cainite's lips as breaker of that silence 'tween them still feeling awkward at its bests rather than oh so dread - inducing, attention returning from messy strands of blue to freshfruit citruses ready for picking within swordsman's careful grasp. " if you're hungry, there's freshly picked apples in the basket at your left. "

@indomiitas ft. buggy —starter call.

indomiitas

He really had to stop fucking him.

That thought kept crossing Buggy‘s mind, time and time again. And yet, he always found himself coming back for more.

Standing awkwardly in the doorway, Buggy shuffled a bit with his bare feet, only clad in the trousers that he had so eagerly abandoned on the floor the previous night in a flurry of hands and lips and wants. He considered the likelihood of Mihawk noticing him slipping out the door unnoticed, but those hopes quickly got crushed as he was addressed.

His lips formed into a grimace at the quip. Yeah, he could still walk, thank you, no thanks to you. Buggy wearily made his way over to the table, trying to hide the slight limp in his step as he plucked a fresh apple from the basket.

“These aren’t poisoned, are they?” he half-joked, tossing it from one hand to the other. Buggy gulped at the swordsman’s expression then, letting out an anxious little chuckle before eventually biting into it. He tried to comfort himself with the thought that if Mihawk really wanted to kill him, he already had plenty of opportunities to do so. Besides, he really was hungry.

#taiixuan #{ I had to use this icon }#{ post nut clarity do be real with these two }#{ thanks for the patience <3 }#{ unnamed. }#Buggy { ic. }

"Anybody seen that damned little eggplant somewhere 'round here?"

#Zeff { ic. }#{ open. }#{ /waves/ hi hello c: I'm trying not to stress myself with writing lots of longer replies so I might try out writing on a queue }#{ but shenanigans are always welcome <3 }

akagamiko

Stifled sobs sound out from the lower hammock, quieting down at the approach of footsteps.

"Go away—" Buggy hisses as the door to their cabin opens, reddened eyes glaring at the redhead. He turns away and drags his knuckles over his wet cheeks, smearing the tears and mucus gathering there. Parts of his body are scattered across the floor, these new powers so strange and foreign and seeming impossible to get the hang of.

Like he needed one more reason to be labeled as a 'freak'.

Tears beginn to spill anew, and Buggy grits his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. This never would’ve happened if not for Shanks.

"You s-should’ve just let me d-drown," Buggy quietly sobs into his knees as he curls into himself, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.

Words had never been useful in chasing him off.

The pair had spent the last few years bickering and throwing fists in each other’s faces.

Despite the attempt to push him away, Shanks takes careful steps into their shared quarters, bending down along the way to scoop up the body parts that lay around. Watching Buggy fall apart–literally, right before his eyes–had frightened him that first time. But now, as he picked up the pieces, he saw it as a new normal. It was no different than those times Shanks had tried (and often failed) to pick the other boy up when they played a little too rough.

He cradles the pieces in his arms with care as he moves closer.

He hadn’t yet gotten up the courage to confess about the nightmares he’d been having regarding that night–ones of not being quick enough, where Buggy had slipped from his grasp in the dark waters, or where Shanks had managed to save him but too late and had been unable to get the water from his lungs. He couldn’t decide which was worse and simply stayed in his own hammock, listening to the sound of his friend breathing.

Buggy’s words, distorted by sobs, made his blood run cold.

“N-No!”

His arms fall to his side, dropping pieces of Buggy over the hardwood floor of their shared room. Shanks rushed past them and grabbed him by the shirt. “Why would you say somethin’ so stupid?!” he snapped. Shanks pulls himself into the hammock with Buggy, brows furrowed and face red. “You think I’d let you die?!”

“You’re my friend, Buggy,” his voice shook, lip quivering, and, very quickly, fat tears began to fall from his eyes. “My best friend.” His only friend.

Shanks was sniffling now too and took his hand away only to rub at his own eyes. “I’d never let you drown. And-and I won't now, I promise. I'll learn to swim better for both of us.” Buggy had scolded him just a few days ago–lashed out in anger and yelled that Shanks had been the cause of him accidentally eating the fruit.

“I know I messed everything up–I'm sorry. We-we always talk about being our own captain's, but...let's stay together. You 'nd me. We can sail together that way I can make sure you won't drown. Let me make it up to you please, Buggy. I'm sorry.”

[ UNPROMPTED / @indomiitas ]

#sob sob sob sniff sniff #{ you made it even WORSE }#{ I am also shaking YOU like a macara poppy!!! }#{ 'I'll learn to swim better for both of us.' OH THIS LINE :'))) }#{ shanks you precious baby. baby boy. }#{ he cares so much for buggy </3 }#{ thanks for the pain xoxo <33 }#akagamiko #buggy { ic. }#{ savings. }

{ I'll be busy with moving into my new place these next few days, but I might occasionally pop in to check my notifications or send some asks ♡ }

#{ out of character. }#{ I can't wait wheeeeee }

akagamiko

“WHAT?!” First Mate betrayal. The worst kind. “Two can play that game.”

“Oh Uta–whatya say to a father-daughter spa day?”

indomiitas

This called for a little bit of mutineering.

"Oh, so you're offering to pay for the two of us? You're too kind, Capt'n."

Beckman swung his rifle upon his shoulder, giving Shanks a hearty clap on the back as he passed him by, walking over to where Uta stood to offer her his arm.

#{ bullying his captain is his favorite pasttime <3 }#{ Beck deserves this for all the headaches Shanks causes him }#akagamiko #Benn Beckman { ic. }

@melodysian said: uta just smooches beckman's cheek because best dad <3

Beckman leaned down to Uta's height at her all-too familiar gesture, accepting the quick peck against his scruffy cheek with a fond smile before he rightened up to his full height again. He placed one of his hands atop her head, ruffling her bicolored locks.

"Don't leave our poor Captain out too much, aye? He'll get jealous," he teased, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as he looked over at Shanks.

#{ daughter daughter daughter daughter daught- }#{ <33 }#melodysian #Benn Beckman { ic. }#{ asks. }

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