Buggy the Clown

INFORMATION & PERMISSIONS

▶ character name Buggy ▶ canon One Piece (Live Action) ▶ age 37 ▶ birthday August 8th ▶ gender Male ▶ species Human ▶ height 5'9" ▶ build Lithe

“Surprise, shithead!”

CHARACTER SUMMARY

Buggy the Clown is the captain of The Buggy Pirates and star of the Buggy Circus. Dramatic, emotional, and desperate for love, Buggy's moods can change at the drop of a hat. He's not a predictable clown and his sense of humor isn't always the best, but he definitely commands attention wherever he goes. Former pirate apprentice, Buggy has been around in this game for a long time. He's greedy and crafty and always looking for new ways to line his pockets with treasure. But under all the clown nonsense is a deeply troubled man that struggles with an inferiority complex, as well as a (un)healthy dose of self-hate at times. He's quick to cover up all that with a laugh and all his lofty dreams, however.

OUT OF CHARACTER

▶ BACKTAGGING.
▷ Always
▶ THREADJACKING.
▷ Probably! Feel free to ask if unsure.
▶ FOURTHWALLING.
▷ Sure.
▶ OFF-LIMITS.
▷ Can't really think of anything!
▶ SHIPPING.
▷ Of course.
▶ TAG STYLE.
▷ Usually prose, but I'll match my partner's.
▶ OTHER.
▷ Buggy has eaten the Chop Chop Fruit, which gives him the ability to split himself into increasingly tiny sections. These pieces are controllable and levitate, and yes, every inch of him can be detached, even that part of him. If this bothers you, please leave a comment below and I'll have him stay firmly in one piece while interacting with your character, or remember to not tag them at all.

IN CHARACTER

▶ HUGGING.
▷ Sure, but who knows what reaction he might give? People don't hug him a lot.
▶ KISSING.
▷ Sure!
▶ FLIRTING.
▷ Always.
▶ ROMANCE.
▷ Possibly! But this clown's high maintenance.
▶ FIGHTING.
▷ Yep!
▶ INJURY.
▷ Sure, but he can't be cut or chopped due to his abilities.
▶ DEATH.
▷ Ask first
▶ PHYSICAL MANIPULATION.
▷ Ask first
▶ MENTAL MANIPULATION.
▷ Ask first

KINKLIST

YES

▶ Vaginal sex (giving)
▶ Anal sex (giving, receiving)
▶ Oral
▶ Mutual masturbation
▶ Fingering
▶ Sensory play
▶ Inappropriate uses of the Chop Chop abilities
▶ Bondage
▶ Humiliation (giving, receiving)
▶ Toys
▶ Degradation (giving, receiving)
▶ Pain play (giving, receiving)
▶ Anonymous hookups
▶ Alcohol/drug influence
▶ Rough sex
▶ Half-clothed
▶ Lingerie
▶ Titfucking (giving)
▶ Throatfucking (giving, receiving)
▶ Temperature play
▶ Dub-con
▶ Coercion (giving, receiving)
▶ Roleplay
▶ Face slapping (giving, receiving)
▶ Spanking
▶ Denial (Giving, receiving)
▶ Powerplay
▶ Marking (Giving, receiving)
▶

MAYBE

▶ Non-con (receiving)
▶ Fisting
▶ Blood play
▶ Bootlicking (giving)
▶ Limb borrowing (Everything detaches, have fun)
▶ Bathroom control
▶ Human furniture

NO

▶ Scat
▶ Vore
▶ Scarification
▶
▶

Everything is a bit bleary when Buggy starts to stir, one eye cracking open to see light filtering into the room. There's an unhappy when at the offensive brightness, at the resulting throb in his temples, and then he's squirming his body back around. The sheets brush his bare skin, there's a telltale ache that he'd had a very good night. None of the puzzle slips together until he's half-borrowed against a warm, hard body.

Even then, it doesn't really register at first. He picked up someone at the bar, that's--

Hm.

Shanks comes to mind like a giant, sickening wrecking ball right through the haze of sleep and hangover. Shanks. The stupid steak and the stupid booze, that's right. He'd agreed to that. He'd even made sure he looked impeccable when he showed up and put on his best performance and--

He's sitting straight up in bed, dread settling in the put of his stomach. As if he wasn't already vaguely sick to it enough!

He stares in horror for a moment at the shock of bright red hair, the useless stump closest to him (that he still finds twists something painfully in his chest to look at too long). Hungover or not, it doesn't stop the horrified yell from leaving him as he clutches at the bedding and squirms back against the headrest. It's lucky he didn't land on his ass out of bed, honestly.

"Shanks! Shanks, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" He probably looks a sight, with mussed up blue hair everywhere and kiss smeared red lipstick --

red that's smeared on Shanks' body too, if the glimpse of skin he can catch is any indication. "Where are your clothes, you idiot?!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You shitty bastard, what did you do!" He doesn't even know who he's talking to anymore, not really.