#metalpumpkin

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Self ship ramblings:

Pre-metalpumpkin.

The song: I won’t say I’m in love (Hercules)

Kid being dramatic.

Killer and the crew as the muses.

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Tagged by the wonderful @some-piece for some selfship joy! Via picrew! Have some metalpumpkin cuteness!! Close as I could get!!!

https://picrew.me/image_maker/514716/

Hope that link works!

自カプの顔がいいからみて

People of any language can play! 내가 좋아하는 커플이 귀엽기 때문에 봐♡ 请看我最喜欢的情侣很可爱♡♡♡ -- 自カプの顔をみてもらいたくて作りました。 ❌ 二次配布、商用利用、トレス、自作発言 ❌ 愚痴垢での使用や政

Tagging @conspiraships

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A little bit lost

I had sudden VampireAU thoughts. One Pumpkin being the vampire because in canonverse Pumpkin has a bat DF. Selfship ahoy watch out.

Eustass Kid had no idea how he ended up in this deep forest. The townsfolk had been pretty unwelcoming of him and his group. Apparently they didn’t like adventurers in this neck of the woods. “Fuck.” Kid growled as he pushed a low hanging branch out his way only to jostle the tree too much which deposited all the rain acclimating on it’s bountiful leaves on his already soaking frame. Sure his temper wasn’t the best most days but these villagers where so damn rude, they were only passing through and he stormed off and now he was lost in this infernal forest.

The heavens had opened up not long after he left the village and even the tall trees couldn’t shelter him. Thunder rumbled overhead and the rain grew heavier. Kid took a deep breath and cursed loudly carrying on forward, amidst the growing darkness and heavy rain he could barely see his hand in front of his face. Marching ever forward. Kid’s boot got caught on an upturned root, sending him stumbling forward and out of the forest falling to his knees before a huge elaborate iron fence which sounded a lone manor house.

Pushing himself up and pulling the gate open, it squeaked dreadfully as it opened. “What is it with rich folks not oiling shit.” he grumbled, heading towards the house. ‘This is the sort of place they’ll have me arrested for trespassing.’ Lighting illuminated the skies and the rain grew louder. “Not much choice.” he huffed, knocking once loudly and reached for the handle which clicked softly ‘It’s open?’

The house was welcomingly warm and dimly lit. The sound of the rain felt like it was far behind him now. Kid shivered, he suddenly realised how cold he was.

“You seem to be a little bit lost traveller.'' The sudden voice made him jump as lighting flashed outside, casting a brief brightness in the lobby. A small figure stood on the staircase to his left, holding an oil lantern. As they grew closer, he got a better look at her. The dress she wore had huge puffed shoulders, the sleeves and collar were black and the majority of it was white with black roses embroidered in it.

Her hair was a bright orange like the flame of the lantern in her hand. “You look cold. Come warm yourself by the fire and I shall fetch you some dry clothes and something to eat.” she smiled, gesturing for him to follow. Kid was speechless, he hadn’t heard her come down the stairs and in such a gown he would have surely heard the rustle of the fabric. “Are you alright?” she asked when he didn’t move from the doorway. Nodding slowly he followed, he couldn’t find his words which was very unlike him.

The living area was lavishly decorated and the log fire was casting soft warm glows and a welcoming heat. “You’re quite a way from the town.” she stated, offering Kid the fancy chesterfield by the fire.

“A bit lost.” he mumbled, quickly removing his sopping wet shirt, letting it land with a slorp by his feet. Shit.. he had forgotten his company and cast his eyes to the side. Her face was glowing, is that just the fire… her eyes darted around nervously. Kid found his confidence again, leaning on the mantle of the fireplace and flashed her a playful smirk “what’s wrong princess?” she jolted and her eyes washed over his bare chest shyly.

“I..I will.. You must be cold! Let me get you that change of clothes.” she whirled around quickly and hurried out of the room. Kid pouted and kicked his boots off, they were heavily caked in mud and he was suddenly aware of the mess he had dragged in with him. Whoever owned this place would have his head in the morning. When his host reappeared with clothes and a towel for him he managed to breach the topic “You ain’t going to turn me in in the morning?” he wiped the linger wet from his skin with the weirdly soft towel. He wasn’t used to such luxuries.

“Turn you in?” she asked with a tilt of her head “to who? For what?”

“Your parents? I mean...letting a stray in your home-” she laughed at him,

“I live here alone.” she smiled warmly, “There is some soup warming. You must be hungry.” Kid’s stomach replied loudly which spurred another laugh from her “I shall take that as a yes. You can stay the night, there is plenty of space and it’s been some time since I’ve had a guest, especially such a handsome one.” she added and once again left him alone in the room. Kid suddenly felt very warm. As he changed into the nice clean and dry clothes, finally sitting in the arm chair, he couldn’t help but think about his situation. The main question he kept thinking

Why does she live in this huge mansion alone? She didn’t mention servants or anything...and for one person to look after such a big place.. “Whose clothes am I wearing?” he thought out loud. His thoughts were ushered away when she came back with a little trolley ladened with food. “Eat and rest. I can show the way back to the village when the storm clears.” she added, sitting in the chair opposite him cradling a mug in her hands.

“You ain’t eating?” he asked, taking the bowl from the trolley.

“I already ate.” she replied, Kid watched her gracefully sip her tea and she made very little noise. Kid started to wonder if she was really here and this was all a sick dream made by his head. “I’ll answer your questions after you’ve eaten.” she stated, as if she could read his thoughts.

Kid ate his food loudly, slurping, vocalising his enjoyment in loud ‘Mmm’

Occasionally he glanced up, she said quietly in her chair with her tea cup the fire casting an eerie glow on her, it made her look very pale. Strange as she was, he didn’t feel like he was in any danger. Once his belly was full and content, his eyes betrayed him growing heavy.

“You must be tired. Come.” she held out a hand for him to take and he complied like an unseen force was guiding him. She’s cold..

She led him up the stairs and down a long corridor before pushing open a door. Entering first she lit the lamps for him.

Kid’s jaw dropped, the room was not fit for a rough and tumble adventurer like him “you’re letting me stay in here? Ain’t scared i’m going to break or steal something?” he asked, still bewildered. Was she that naive or just very trusting?

“What kind of host would I be if I can’t offer my guests somewhere comfortable to sleep?” she smiled, turning down the huge four poster bed for him “Sleep well.” she said, returning to the door “Goodnight, Kid.” he saw a flash of something else in her green eyes as she walked past him. Kid scratched his head and sat down on the bed only to be almost engulfed by the extremely soft mattress.

“People sleep like this?” Kid gawped and clambered into the bed, resting a hand behind his head he stared up at the ceiling. “Wait..did I tell her my name?”

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I need to thank @erupan​ for this absolutely beautiful and fluffy metalpumpkin art. I cried lots. I can feel the warmth of those snuggles!!! look at his little smile and his blush!!! I wish to be held to tenderly (●´ω｀●) 

Also Pumpkin’s new dress!!! AND LOOK AT PUMPKIN’S HAIR!! them sweet curls!! 

Thank you so so much Eru!! This gift made me smile and cry all at the same time TwT

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As a terrible British people that indeed complains about the weather. It's been on fire for a while now..British summer has arrived it seems. Rain and wind..which means blankets! this is inspired by these weather changes.

Summer Cuddles

selfship ahoy! MetalPumpkin

Kid didn’t mind the sun, he was from a warm place but Hana did not. She was not a summer person, she preferred the cooler weather of Autumn and the many flavour it brought. Though the past few weeks, Kid was starting to hate the summer. It wasn’t just hot, it was humid and muggy and the cool air was nonexistent and worst of all, because of the heat, Hana didn’t want to snuggle with him. She settled for holding his hand on a night but hugs: heck no. They were both so warm and sweaty.

Kid woke up and his ears perked up at the sound of pitter patter against his window. Moving to kick the covers off his feet, which only served to wrap around his foot like a vine and sent him careening to the floor in a loud and painful heep. Wiggling free Kid marched over to his window and threw back the curtain. Grey skies, torrential rain and wind. Kid couldn’t be happier. “Fuck yes!” He cheered loudly. Turning back to his back, he stared at the mess of covers for what seemed like an eternity. “AH!” running over to his wardrobe, his footsteps thundering across the cold wooden floor. He pulled a soft plush orange blanket from the back, “she’ll want this...I should wash it?” he hummed, then nodded “I should wash it.” Blanket tucked under his arm, Kid headed down to the laundry room placing the blanket in the washing machine, filling the machine with the nice smelling degenent Hana had brought for them.

Kid sat impatiently and watched the blanket whoosh around in the machine.

“Kid...it’s six in the morning, what are you doing?” Killer asked, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

“Washing her blanket. It’s cold...she’ll want it.” Kid huffed back, ignoring the smug and teasing look that was probably plastered on his face.

“That’s great and all but-” Killer covered his face as he stifled a laugh “but could you maybe put some pants on? Nobody wants to see your pasty arse this early in the morning.” Killer snorted. Kid looked down, he was indeed butt naked.

“Fuck off.” he hissed, “I’m going back to bed.” Kid snapped and stormed back off to his room.

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Kid hated waiting for stuff. It felt like he was checking the washer every 5 minutes. Eventually it was finished and time for the tumble drying. Killer made a quip about him being domesticated followed by ‘what next? Cooking? You better stay out of my kitchen!’

Kid was terrible at making his bed, no matter how carefully he smoothed it out, it just looked like he had rolled on it. “That’ll do..” he groaned as he covered the sheets with the fluffy blanket that was clean and finally dry. And just on time, Killer shouted up to tell him his pumpkin was finally here. Kid perked up like an excitable puppy and stumbled over his own feet just as Hana reached to open his bedroom door. He leant against the doorframe and tried to act casual “hey..”

Hana smiled at him and hugged him, “I missed you.” Kid moved out of the way and waited for her to notice the surprise he had prepared. He heard her gasp, her bag was dropped where she stood and the patter of feet running towards the bed post haste. She jumped and face planted the bed with a giggle, her legs flailing happily as she then rolled herself up like a burrito, sitting up to look at him barely visible from under the blanket. “You washed it too!”

Kid puffed up proudly like a peacock.

“Thought you might be cold..” he said, heading over to the bed too.

“I was. The weather turned so quickly. It’s a nice change but..too cold..” she sighed, opening her cocoon “I think some hugs would warm me up.” she said coyly. Kid wasted no time in joining her in the blanket, pulling her flush with him, burying his face into her neck. He sighed in relief, he’d missed this kind of contact. “I wonder who needed the hugs more..me or you?” she teased, her body quivering in laughter.

“You...definitely you..” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“Of course…” she chuckled, she gasped as Kid put his full weight against her sending her backwards onto the bed. Kid could barely keep his eyes open, why was he suddenly so tired? A soothing touch on his hair, lulled him closer into slumber.

“Rest my sweet tulip.” Kid yawned, squeezed her tightly and fell asleep comfortable and warm.

Summer could kiss his arse..he’ll accept colder weather if it means she’ll never stop holding him.

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Ill once again. Yay.

Self ship ahoy.

Pumpkin shuffles in like a sad blanket slug and flops on Kid.

🥲please?

Kid sighing running a hand over pumpkin’s hair and giving some good toasty snuggles.

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So thoughts.

Since Oda said Kid would be Scottish and I assume the rest of the KP or atleast Killer. Does that mean one of them can play the bagpipes?

Selfship thoughts ahoy!:

Kid: do you think I should serenade her with the bagpipes?

Killer: that’s a terrible idea

Kid not listening: shirtless and the kilt..yeah..that’s a great idea

Killer: this is going to go terribly

Jokes on killer. Pumpkin is amazed that Kid can play the bagpipes yes she’s a little distracted by chest and his legs but

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Selfship ramblings.

Pumpkin: Kid do you need a hand? Kid: what- Pumpkin holding his hand:  you can have mine.(n˘v˘•)¬