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coldcolornut · 4 months ago
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diablademon · 2 years ago
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So many problems that comes with planning a wedding.
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gutachter · 6 hours ago
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Exzessives Rauchen fĂŒhrt zu Schadensersatz!
LG Neuruppin, Urteil vom 30.10.2024 – 4 S 30/24 1. Die formularmĂ€ĂŸig vereinbarte Schönheitsreparaturenklausel mit dem Wortlaut “Die Schönheitsreparaturen sind fachgerecht auszufĂŒhren und umfassen das Tapezieren, Anstreichen der WĂ€nde und Decken, das Streichen der Fußböden, der Heizkörper einschließlich der Heizrohre, der InnentĂŒren sowie der Fenster und AußentĂŒren von innen.” regelt nicht

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die-stern-taler · 2 months ago
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A female Von der Decken's hornbill (Tockus deckeni) in Samburu National Reserve, Kenya, Africa
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birdblues · 1 year ago
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Von der Decken’s Hornbill
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Simon Rolfes & Xabi Alonso celebrate winning the Bundesliga
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stonedpiece · 7 days ago
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co-created with @kinemon
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jumpyj3st3r · 6 months ago
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Coolest power, Worst character :(
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gutachter · 4 months ago
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Asbest im Augsburger Rathaus: "Goldener Saal" fĂŒr Jahre gesperrt
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Das Augsburger Rathaus mit seiner Touristenattraktion, dem “Goldenen Saal”, ist ab sofort fĂŒr lange Zeit geschlossen. Der Grund: Asbest im GebĂ€ude. Bis ĂŒbernĂ€chstes Jahr sollen die Bauarbeiten dauern, die Ă€ußerst aufwendig sind. Mit Luftschleusen und leichtem Unterdruck gehen die Bauarbeiter im Augsburger Rathaus ab Donnerstag (1.8.) zu Werke. Sie mĂŒssen das 400 Jahre alte GebĂ€ude

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strawberriemarswrites · 11 months ago
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CHAPTER TWO
Chapter Summary: You go out for drinks with your coworkers, with an ulterior motive to see your neighbor at the same time. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Mature (18+ for the story, SFW chapter) TW: Creepy bar patron, attempted drugging, Barto committing a little violence in your name Ao3 Link: Chapter Two (4,566 words)
Two weeks passed without incident. In fact, your perfume even turned back up. It wasn’t where you normally kept it in the bathroom, but sitting on top of your dresser right in plain sight. Go figure. Bartolomeo hadn’t said anything about any suspicious activity around, either, so maybe you were just being a little extra spacey. After all, you were more accustomed to having a roommate or your parents around to help fill in the gaps, so maybe you just needed to be a bit more mindful while you adjusted to living alone.
(Nevermind that you had looked atop the dresser for that perfume, and it wasn’t there before.)
In that span of two weeks you were able to convince some of your coworkers to try a different bar. More specifically, The Sound Barrier, where Bartolomeo worked. Robin was intrigued by the prospect of somewhere new, and agreed. A fellow archives technician, Nami, also agreed, stating she was eager to con some free drinks out of a different sort of crowd than the usual haunts. You were unsuccessful in convincing Vivi, one of the conservators, but she talked another conservator, Drake, into going. Rebecca, an archives specialist, also declined, apologetic as she already had plans to see her aunt.
Of the usual pay-day drinks crew, three out of five (including yourself) wasn't bad, and the addition of Drake meant there would be an extra bit of robust support, given the unfamiliar territory. Plus, Bartolomeo would be there working, so you'd have more than enough people looking out for you that night.
Still, you couldn’t shake the ominous feeling looming over your head. With both you and Bartolomeo out, that left your apartment unprotected from another break-in, a thought that chilled you down to the bone. You considered asking the neighbors that lived below you if they could keep an eye out, but you weren’t entirely trusting that they wouldn’t already be occupied with their usual bickering. And given you were pretty sure the neighbor below Bartolomeo was a near-sighted old woman, that took her out from the running as well. You could ask the landlord, but he should have already been on the lookout for suspicious activity, so he wasn’t likely to have your best interest at heart, either.
You had to rely on blind luck that your apartment would be safe. 
You shook your head, trying not to dwell on the thought for too long. It was supposed to be a fun night, you couldn’t let some hypothetical creep ruin it. With one more look in the mirror, you headed for the door, scooping up your purse on the way and double-checking for your wallet, phone, and keys. Just as you were triple-checking the door was locked, your phone pinged — Robin was outside with Drake and Nami already in the car. You cast one final look at your door, the ominous chill threatening to creep back up your spine, before you shoved the feeling back down and hustled to the elevator.
Everything would be fine. Damn it all, you had to believe that if you wanted to have any fun tonight.
The car that waited outside wasn’t Robin’s, but instead an unfamiliar silver SUV. The backseat window rolled down to reveal her sitting behind the driver, whose silhouette you eventually recognized to be Drake as you approached. Robin smiled and opened the door for you, ushering you in.
“Told you so,” Nami said from the front seat, grinning at Drake smugly.
“I’ll be damned,” he said as you buckled in. “I thought Nami was messing with me when she said you lived here. Didn’t expect it to be —”
“On the shitty side of town?” you interjected. 
Drake nodded, pulling away from the curb.
“What’s the name of this place again?” Nami asked.
“The Sound Barrier,” you answered, fidgeting in your seat. “Thanks for taking me up on this one, by the way. I thought maybe we should try something new.”
Robin smiled knowingly. “You’re sure it doesn’t have anything to do with this mysterious neighbor of yours?”
“Uh... well,” you hesitated, scratching the back of your neck. “Maybe a little.”
“He better not say anything if he catches me getting free drinks from one of his regulars,” Nami said, pulling up the map on her phone.
“If he doesn’t, I will.” Drake said.
“What are you, a cop?”
You giggled despite yourself, feeling a little more relaxed. You didn’t know Drake particularly well, so it was a relief to know he was on the sterner side. Even with that reassurance, you must have still looked a bit uneasy, given that Robin leaned a bit closer to you and asked, “Everything all right?”
Her observation skills were both appreciated and unnerving at times, with very little getting past her. She seemed content enough to make it known she was aware something was up, but you didn’t want to worry anyone else with the break-ins, especially with the current lull in occurrences. However, you knew Robin would be suspicious all night if you didn’t say something.
You smiled, trying not to let the twist in your stomach show. “I’ll be fine. Just nervous — I’ve never seen Bartolomeo outside of the apartment building.”
She tilted her head. “You think he might be different in public?”
“It’s more... He’s never seen me outside the apartment, either. So it feels like this is a chance to know more about each other in a different way than we could from just the brief meetings.”
She laughed, putting a hand up in front of her mouth, though her smile was still clearly visible behind it. “Like seeing something in its natural habitat.”
You laughed, too, adding, “I guess I’m also hoping that I’ll live up to whatever expectations he might have in his head.”
“I think you will,” she said, dropping her hand to reveal her still smiling. “If it helps ease your nerves any, it’s likely he could be thinking the same thing of you.”
That did reassure you some, the tension in your shoulders dissipating. You nodded, and switched subjects, chatting with Robin and Nami, with the occasional input from Drake. The worries you’d had in your mind drifted far behind you as you finally felt like you’d be able to enjoy the night ahead.
Act like you always do, Bartolomeo told himself over and over again. Just gotta act natural.
“You gonna wipe down the same spot all night?” a voice called to him over the live band and bar chatter. He looked up to see his coworker and best friend, Gambia, leaning against the register and giving him a gap-toothed grin.
Bartolomeo rolled his eyes and pushed off the bar counter, draping the sanitation rag over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t have to if you did your job right.”
“Whatever you say, man,” Gambia said, pushing off from the register. “Definitely doesn’t have anything to do with that girl you keep talkin’ about, right?”
The lights were dim enough in the bar that Bartolomeo didn’t have to worry about his ears turning pink. “It might. Not like it’s any of your business.”
“It is if it’s bothering you. She break your heart or somethin’?”
“No!” he snapped a little too quickly, then reeled it back in. “She’s coming by tonight. I don’t wanna make a bad impression.”
Gambia snorted, “You? Bein’ worried about what someone thinks? Doesn’t sound like the Barto I know.”
Bartolomeo folded his arms and leaned against the back bar, averting his eyes. “Just what this one thinks.” 
“All right, fair enough,” Gambia said and put his hands up defensively. “Just wish you’d said somethin’ sooner — maybe Gramma would’ve let us get out the good stuff.”
Bartolomeo cast a sideways glance to his friend and smirked. “Don’t go tellin’ everyone about it, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah, you know me. Don’t let it distract you from doin’ what we’re paid to do.” Gambia nodded toward the door. “Speakin’ of which...”
Bartolomeo turned, feeling his heart skip. There you were, sticking out like a sore thumb in a place like this. You were joined by a dark-haired woman and a redhead, who were both equally gorgeous. Beautiful, even. Any other day he’d gladly let either one step on him. But you were perfect, and the only one he had eyes for. He then noticed that bringing up the rear of your group was a tall man with narrow glasses and a scar on his chin, and Bartolomeo felt something in the back of his mind begin to panic. What the hell was wrong with him? Was it that you hadn’t mentioned one of the drinking friends was a guy? It wasn’t like you couldn’t have guy friends, that’d be ridiculous. You were a grown adult, you could have whatever friends you wanted.
Still, he couldn’t shake the sudden flare up of jealousy that swelled in his chest. He refocused his attention to you. You were conversing with the dark-haired woman, who was slowly surveying the area. Her eyes found Bartolomeo, and an odd, almost shrewd smile graced her features before she leaned a bit closer to you, and immediately you whipped your head toward the bar with a wide grin. You waved as your group ushered you along toward a curved booth, and he waved back, unable to keep from mirroring the grin on your face.
“So that’s him, huh?” Nami said to you as Robin and Drake sat down. “You weren’t kidding when you said he’s kind of scary-looking.”
“I thought he’d be scarier,” Robin giggled. “He looks more like a big cat to me. Or a rooster.”
“More like an Oni,” Drake commented, adjusting his glasses. “Vivi and I finished work with a set of masks a few months ago. He reminds me of one of them.”
You turned pink, fidgeting. “He’s not so bad when you know him.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nami said with a smirk. “And that judgment will be based on whether or not we get the first round free.”
While your group was settling in and figuring out drink orders, Bartolomeo was resisting the urge to jump over the counter to greet you. Any hope he had of appearing casual amidst his internal struggle was crushed when Gambia nudged him.
“That her?” he asked, as if he couldn’t already tell, a shit-eating grin on his face.
The limited lighting did nothing for the bright red that crept up Bartolomeo’s neck. “The one on the left, yeah.”
“Aw, she’s real cute,” Gambia said and nudged him again. “And you still haven’t asked her out yet?”
Bartolomeo turned even more red. 
The blonde sucked his teeth, “Oooh, better do it quick. She looks the type to get snatched out from under ya.”
That statement made Bartolomeo’s stomach churn. He knew Gambia was just talking shit, but something deep inside him fumed at the thought of you with anyone else. He shook his head, pushing down the dark voice in the back of his mind once more. It’d be fine. Sooner or later, either he’d ask you out or you’d beat him to the punch — just not yet. It didn’t feel right yet.
You rushed over ahead of Nami, weaving between other patrons with laser-like focus as you found your way to an empty barstool and hopped up. As Bartolomeo side-stepped to stand opposite you, you grinned and stuck out your tongue. “Told you I’d get them here.”
He grinned back, making your heart skip a beat. “About friggin’ time. I was wondering when they’d give in.”
“You make it sound like I forced them,” you said, putting a hand over your chest in mock-offense. “I’ll have you know, I’m naturally persuasive.”
His grin turned lopsided. “So you’re telling me you didn’t bat those big pretty eyes and beg them to come?”
Your heart skipped another beat. He thinks my eyes are pretty?
Nami approached then, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she leaned over you with a cheeky grin on her face. “Are you all done catching up? I’m dying for a screwdriver already.”
Bartolomeo’s gaze drifted to the redhead behind you, and you tried not to read too much into it, fully aware that Nami caught the eyes of everyone. Still, you couldn’t stop your chest from tightening. With a sheepish smile, you gestured to her and said, “Nami, Bartolomeo. Do not let her convince you to forget the tab.”
“Oh, you killjoy,” she whined, pouting. “Between you and Drake, how am I supposed to have any fun?”
“I can start you off with that screwdriver,” Bartolomeo said with a smirk, putting both hands on the bar and leaning forward, his arms holding him up like an A-Frame. “Anything else I can get for you pretty ladies?”
Again, your chest tightened. Right, he worked at a bar, it only made sense that he’d probably be turning up the charm as part of his job. His “pretty eyes” comment earlier probably didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things.
Then his gaze met yours, and everything fell away. The dim lighting cast dark shadows over his features that made him look all the more intimidating, his amber eyes practically glowing. Between the broad shoulders, the eyes, and his fangs, for a moment you thought he might lunge forward and bite you, sinking sharp teeth into soft flesh with intent to consume you whole.
And then you thought about how maybe you wouldn't mind that.
It occurred to you that Nami had ordered the other two drinks, and Bartolomeo was waiting on yours. Snapping back into reality, you stuttered, “Whatever hard cider you have on tap.”
He smiled, further evoking the image of a hungry predator, and nodded. “You got it.”
Damn his smile. You probably should not have found that as hot as you did.
As the night progressed, you did your best to balance your attention between your coworkers and Bartolomeo. You felt a touch guilty that the scales weighed so heavily in the latter’s favor, as you really did enjoy chatting away with Robin and Nami as well as learning more about the normally reserved Drake. But you couldn’t help yourself from looking over at the bar to try and catch Bartolomeo’s eye, blushing every time he smiled at you. Eventually, Nami decided it was time to start charming some of the other patrons for free drinks, disappearing into a crowd gathered around the small stage at the back of the establishment.
“You think she’s going for the band?” you asked Robin, catching brief glimpses of red hair weaving and bobbing effortlessly amongst the horde of metal heads and punks.
“That’s likely her end goal,” Robin said, sipping at her Manhattan. “She’s probably scoping them out first.”
“And she does this every night you go out?” Drake asked.
You shook your head. “Not every time. Just when she knows she can get away with it.” Hopefully Bartolomeo doesn’t notice. On reflex, you found yourself once again looking over at the bar, smiling at him. This time he was busy with another customer, but you didn’t miss the way his mouth twitched into a wider smile when his eyes flicked over to yours.
“You can go sit at the bar if you really want to.”
Robin’s voice made you start, and you fidgeted with the napkin under your drink. “But — I’m out with you guys, not him. I don’t want to be rude...”
“You’re not being rude,” she said, nudging you lightly. “You wanted to see him tonight, you can go see him. I’m sure Drake and I can manage.”
Drake nodded. “Just don’t let him give you any trouble. We’re right here if he does.”
Your heart fluttered and you stood up, thanking them both and making your way back to the bar.
Bartolomeo nearly tripped on his way to your seat, shooting a glare at Gambia when he noticed and laughed. If you noticed, too, you didn’t show it, giving him that goddamn gorgeous smile of yours that made his heart race. After ordering another hard cider, he leaned atop the counter, his forearms supporting his weight as he bent at the waist. “So uh, you havin’ fun?”
Smooth. Real smooth.
You nodded as you took a drink, pointing to the band. “Nami’s out there doing her thing. Drake — the guy over there —” you gestured over your shoulder “— he’s never come out with us before. Robin got him talking about reptiles though and they didn’t stop for like twenty minutes.” You propped your chin up in your hands. “So I’m over here to bug you while they talk about fossils. I’m all yours.ïżœïżœ
It took a not-inconsiderable amount of effort not to blurt out do you really mean that? However there was no hiding the waver in his voice when he said, “You can come bug me anytime, sweetheart. Dunno that I’ll have anything as interestin’ to talk about, though.”
Shit. Did he just call you “sweetheart” out loud? It just popped out, he couldn’t stop it. But he then saw your cheeks turn a very pretty shade of pink, and he latched onto the nickname, immediately forgetting his panic over using it. He wanted to see that blush more.
You tucked a stray hair behind your ear, switching to resting your cheek in one palm. “Honestly, even if I don’t understand at all what someone’s talking about, just listening to them gush about what they love is fun. Anything can be interesting if it’s talked about with a lot of passion like that.”
Bartolomeo grinned. “So, you’re telling me, if I talked your ear off about baseball, you’d just let me do it? No filter?”
“Pretty much,” you giggled, tracing a finger around the rim of your glass. “I’m surprised baseball’s your topic of choice though. You don’t strike me as the sporty type.” You paused, then giggled again. “Pun not intended.”
“Nah, not particularly. It’s just the first thing that came to mind,” he laughed, standing upright and reaching to his back pocket for his wallet. “I do have this really cool card though that someone left behind one night a few years back. Autographed and everything.” 
He showed you the card, depicting a green-haired batter holding three bats — one in each hand, and one between his teeth. You had to admit, it looked cool as hell. “What if someone comes back looking for it?”
“Screw them, finders keepers. And like I said, it’s been a few years. I doubt they’ll come back for it at this point.”
You stifled a snort and took another drink. “So if not sports, what is something you’re really passionate about?”
As he was about to answer, his attention was drawn to the front door, a pair of customers coming in and taking seats at the opposite end of the bar. “Just a sec, sweetheart, I’ll be right back.”
He couldn’t resist dropping the nickname again. The flush in your cheeks was worth it.
Drake kept an eye on you from the booth, still chatting with Robin about this and that. Vivi had convinced him to go on this outing in her stead with the premise of giving him an opportunity to know his coworkers better, but he knew part of it was a concern for the venue. He’d been to plenty of bars in his life, including a fair share of metal and punk ones, and they’d all been about the same as far as rowdiness. Though, in his experience, the grittier places tended to have the better behaved clientele oddly enough, so while he felt Vivi’s concern was a bit misplaced, he didn’t want to offend her, knowing she cared a lot about the safety of her friends.
Admittedly, he’d been a little shocked to find that this neighbor of yours that Nami and Robin had been gossiping about was so rough-looking, considering in comparison you were on the smaller and softer side. But Drake was never one to judge anyone for their tastes, even if he subconsciously found himself a bit more wary than usual. No doubt the girls would both be reporting to Vivi that the rumors of Bartolomeo’s intimidating visage were true, and if they didn’t he certainly would.
It was at that moment, however, when you were left alone, that someone on the other end of the bar sidled up to the empty barstool on your right, a beer glass in hand. Greasy black hair, a thin, wiry mustache that made him look like a catfish, wearing a fedora and cheap dress pants. Drake caught the action in his periphery, watching carefully as the man tried to push for your attention. It was eventually given, and based on the way you cringed away from him, it was definitely not a comfortable exchange.
“Robin,” Drake said, his voice low as he nodded toward your seat. “We need to help her.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed, and with a sigh she stood. “How underhanded. He came up to her while Rooster was distracted.” She gave Drake an almost mischievous smile, putting a finger up to her lips. “I need to run to the ladies room anyway. I’ll go get her so we don’t cause a scene.”
He nodded, trying not to stare at the sway of Robin’s hips as she gracefully moved to the bar to collect you. You looked beyond relieved for the excuse to get away, throwing a quick wave over to Bartolomeo (who was still somewhat occupied with the new customers) as you slid off your barstool, the creep left alone to stew.
And then Drake’s stomach dropped, his nerves on high alert. You left your drink unattended.
Something that Bartolomeo didn’t miss, either. He was watching from his peripherals as well, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end when the creep had approached and started to harass you. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to pay attention to the drink orders while keeping an eye on the unsavory intruder. He had relaxed slightly when the dark haired woman came to collect you and you both went off to the restrooms, only to be put on edge again when he saw an all-too-familiar movement.
Something was slipped into your drink.
Oh. Hell no. Bartolomeo finished writing down the new drink orders and moved to the tap, giving the unaware sleazebag a death stare that would have made the grim reaper look away. Thankfully, he was distracted by another patron, and his seat was on the way to the tap.
Drake saw the slip as well, and stood to confront the miscreant. He only made it about two steps however, before he saw Bartolomeo pass, and slyly swap the glasses. 
The two men made eye contact, with the sharp-toothed bartender giving Drake a knowing smirk before moving on.
The creep was none the wiser, turning back to “his” drink and taking a long pull.
As you returned to the bar with Robin, you stared at your glass, and your stomach churned. With a curled lip, you pushed it away, looking at Robin over your shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.” 
Robin leaned over the counter and flagged down the other bartender. “Can we get the tab?”
After the bar had closed, a very, very inebriated man in a fedora and cheap dress pants was stumbling down the back alley. “Stupid stuck-up bitch and her stupid stuck-up friend,” he slurred, one of the few coherent things he had managed to say all night. “Stupid fuckin’. Bartenders and their. Fuckin’ rules.”
He tripped over his own feet and landed on the concrete with a pained shout, nearly biting his tongue. He just wanted to have fun tonight. He hadn’t had fun in a long time. He couldn’t even get a prostitute these days. Probably because all the ones in town knew him by name and knew he always stiffed them on the payment. 
With a groan he rolled onto his back, trying to blink away the spots in his eyes. Why were the buildings all warped? Why did he feel like he was going to vomit up his whole stomach? What the hell was that shape looming over him with orange eyes?
“Man,” the shape above him said in a gravelly voice that sounded both too close and a thousand miles away, “you look fuckin’ pathetic.”
The creep writhed on the ground, further proving Bartolomeo’s point, and slurred back, “Nnno, yer prophetic...”
Bartolomeo cocked his head, sneering. All he could think of was how this pig, this scum of the earth, was allowed to keep living for so long. How many other bars had he hit up trying to pull what he nearly did to you? What would have happened if you’d encountered him elsewhere? Your friends looked out for you, sure, but what if you’d been alone?
Bartolomeo would have swapped the drinks even if it hadn’t had been you that was targeted. No one tries to drug someone in his bar and gets away with it. What he couldn’t do was convince himself that if it happened to anyone else, he’d be going as far as he currently was to make sure it never happened again. The creep tried to sit up, and Bartolomeo put one foot on his chest, tilting his head the other way. After another beat he lifted his foot, then slammed it down on one hand with a sickening crack. 
This guy picked the wrong place, and he really picked the wrong time.
The creep let out an agonized yell, eyes wide and suddenly alert as he scrabbled at Bartolomeo’s boot. Bartolomeo crouched down, putting more weight on his foot and brandishing a switchblade, pointing it right between the man’s eyes.
“Now that I got your attention,” he drawled, “I’ll speak nice and slow for ya, so maybe it’ll stick in that roofied brain of yours.” He lazily held the blade between his thumb and middle finger, swaying it back and forth. “I ever catch you around here again, you’re gonna lose this hand.”
He put pressure on it for emphasis, drawing forth another pained yell amidst a symphony of crunching bones.
“I ever hear about you trying to dope up anyone else, I’ll take the other one.”
The creep was practically foaming at the mouth, unable to form coherent words between the blinding pain and the drugs in his system. Bartolomeo let the knife slide down, the tip landing right on the bridge of the man’s nose and making him go stock-still.
“If you ever. Ever. Mess with that girl again? With what’s mine?” He bared his fangs in a snarl, “The only drinks you’ll ever get are gonna be through an IV. Get me?”
The man nodded, whimpering feebly.
“Perfect. But, just to make sure you don’t forget...”
Bartolomeo lifted his foot, then slammed the switchblade into the man’s palm. The scream that echoed in the alley made it all the more worth it. He yanked the knife out and wiped the blood off on the man’s shirt before standing, casually nudging him to the side with his boots as he began the walk home. He found himself humming a random tune along the way, satisfaction welling in his chest.
After all, he promised to take care of anyone who dared to mess with you.
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cuntyglam · 8 months ago
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One Piece characters that i never wanna see again
very similar to my “characters i desperately need more of,” i’ve chosen one character from (almost) every arc that i never want to see again and despise. not much else to say, so let get into it !! :)
Kumate Tribe
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technically, they’re not one character, they’re multiple, but still. this tribe as characterized as a “savage” cannibalistic tribe that tries to eat buggy’s crew and it actually drives me insane. oda redeems himself with the shandians, but these guys are super racist. as a native guy i just can’t let them slide.
Miss Goldenweek
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i think her real name is marianne. she. she drove me insane. i remember being so annoyed during her arc. looking back, her hypnosis functioned a lot like persona’s ghosts, in the way that she debilitated anyone she targeted through emotions. that being said, the way it was executed was less funny like it was with perona, and more frustrating and annoying. luffy kept fighting her without knowing her power, and it got repetitive really quick :/
Enel
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he is the worst actually. he’s a colonial genocidal freak that is the physical embodiment of cultural appropriation. every time he talked it literally drove me insane. i was waiting for luffy to kick the shit outta him and took way too long 💀 imagine being a colonizer and having stretched ears. LAME !!
Spandam
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this man is so unnecessarily violent and disgusting. the way he treated robin made me want to vomit. it was honestly so hard for me to watch. i don’t even remember what happens to him but i hope he dies like 1000 times. i hope he goes to super hell.
Absalom
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filth. absolute scum of the earth. the most wretched awful man ever. he is disgusting. i will never forgive him for what he did to robin, and what he did to nami ?!?? despicable. i feel like i need a thesaurus just so i can call him every vile word in the world. what piece of shit.
Vander Decken
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an actual pedophile. he is so disgusting. probably the most morally fucked one piece character i have met so far, and caesar clown drugs babies. if this man came to my house i would beat the shit out of him so hard. he’s the reason i made this damn list.
Wet-Haired Caribou
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greasy. slimey. LITERALLY MADE OF SWAMPY MUD. disgusting. his tongue thing never fails to gross me out, i can’t stand him. he’s also like a terrible guy. he kidnaps a bunch of women for human trafficking. he’s so freaky in the worst ways possible.
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onepiece-polls · 7 months ago
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One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 1 Side D
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Franky x Blueno art by @flimflamfranky
Propaganda under the cut.
Bluenky: LISTEN
they have so much potential to be such an interesting ship. the friends to lovers to enemies of it all
.just imagine. blueno is in water 7 running his bar, isolated from the others. and then franky comes in, and he’s weird and new and interesting. franky, on true mob boss fashion, ends up choosing blueno’s as his bar. blueno stocks cola for franky, gives him gossip, and points him to people for his gang/family. franky protects blueno’s from ruffians and pirates. they become friends. and then blueno sees franky with kokoro and they’re familiar with each and suddenly this is part of the Mission. blueno gets closer to franky, fishing for information. their relation turns flirtatious. franky gives blueno an excuse to do things he couldn’t before, try new things, as part of the Mission. he doesn’t think franky is Involved, so he lets his guard down. he’s a government spy after all, he doesn’t do feelings. he starts to fall in love. and the robin arrives. and franky is involved, the key to the whole thing. and blueno denies, denies, denies. it was all an act, he doesn’t have feelings, he is a tool of the government and nothing more. and franky is betrayed. blueno was his friend, maybe more, but the whole time he was a spy for the government, the thing franky hates more than anything. they’re taken to enies lobby. blueno, instead of fighting luffy, takes a key and goes after franky, for reasons he won’t, can’t, admit to himself. they fight. franky is hurt and so so angry and blueno is cold, calculating (and conflicted). the fight is intense and bloody, but franky wins. he gets the key. he asks, was any of it real? and blueno denies to the end. someday i will actually write this fic. also this makes their meeting in film red so fucking funny.
The Creepo Depot: These two need to stay away from every woman they pursue.
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