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jasvvy · 10 months ago
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love that rodney falls like a crash test dummy
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joearlikelikeswrestling · 8 months ago
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littletroubledgrrrl · 2 years ago
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wrestlingfaves · 5 months ago
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The Royal Rumble Marathon: 2000
We’ve rumbled into 2000.
Warning, spoilers for past Rumbles.
The undercard:
Kurt Angle vs Taz. Taz wins in a surprisingly short match. Taz ends Kurt’s undefeated streak.
The Hardys (with Terri Runnels) promo.
The Hardys vs the Dudley Boys in a table match. Typical table match.
Kurt Angle promo as he recovers from being choked out.
Miss Rumble contest hosted by Jerry Lawler.
Judges: Jimmy Valiant, Sgt Slaughter, Tony Garea, Fabulous Moolah, Classie Freddie Blassie, and Andy Richter.
Partcipants: Ivory, Terri Runnels, Jacqueline, B.B. (Barbara Bush), Luna Vachon, the Kat (Stacey Carter), Mae Young
Mae Young unleashes the power of the puppies much to the disgust of Lawler and the other participants. Freddie Blassie is cheering her on in the background. Mark Henry comes out and covers Mae up.
Mae is declared the winner in a unanimous decision.  The segment was a waste of time and the talents of Ivory, Jacqueline and Luna until Mae came out and saved it.
Jericho and Chyna promo followed by a “do not try this at home” ad.
Hardcore Holly vs Chris Jericho vs Chyna for the Intercontinental title. Jericho wins in a fine match.
Rock promo where he claims Crash Holly and Headbanger Mosh will be his toughest opponents in the Rumble.
New Age Outlaws vs the Acolytes recap video.
New Age Outlaws vs the Acolytes for the Tag titles.  Outlaws win in a short match due to X-Pac’s interference.
Cactus Jack vs Triple H (with Stephanie) in a street fight for the World championship. Hunter wins in a fun match. Cactus Jack beats Hunter up even more after the match.
Linda McMahon promo.
History of the Rumble recap video.
The Rumble entrants, in order of appearance:
D-Lo Brown
Grand Master Sexay (Brian Christopher)
Mosh of the Headbangers
Christian
Rikishi
Scotty Too Hotty
Steve Blackman
Viscera (Mabel)
Big Boss Man
Test
Davey Boy Smith
Gangrel
Edge
Bob Backlund
Chris Jericho
Crash Holly
Chyna
Farooq
Road Dogg
Al Snow
Val Venis
Prince Albert
Hardcore Holly
The Rock
Billy Gunn
Big Show
Bradshaw
Kane (with Tori)
The Godfather (with a Ho train)
X-Pac
Winner: The Rock
First-time Rumblers: Grand Master Sexay, Christian, Scotty Too Hotty, Chris Jericho, Crash Holly, Prince Albert, Big Show
Surprise Entrants: Bob Backlund, Kaientai (unofficially), Mean Street Posse (unofficially)
Rumble Highlights: Too Cool and Rikishi dance-a-thon
Most Eliminations: Rikishi
Rating: 8 out of 10. The undercard was fun and the Rumble itself was fine.
Wrestlers and others who have passed on: Howard Finkel, Fabulous Moolah, Classy Freddie Blassie, Johnny Valiant, Luna Vachon, Mae Young, Chyna, Grand Master Sexay, Viscera, Big Boss Man, Davey Boy Smith, Crash Holly
Total Number of Deceased Individuals: 12 (up 3 from the previous Rumble)
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guyincognitojr · 1 year ago
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alcreed · 1 year ago
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My second favourite thing about the Mean Street Posse is that Pete Gas and Rodney were legitimately Shane McMahon's friends from school. My favourite thing? THAT THEME SONG.
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ringthedamnbell · 8 months ago
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Cardigans Subject to Change: The Mean Street Posse Story
Cardigans Subject to Change: The Mean Street Posse Story
Brian Damage The story of the beginnings of ‘The Mean Street Posse’ began long before their WWF careers started. You see, the truth is, the members were real life friends of Shane McMahon. Rodney Lienhardt and Shane became friends in junior high school and eventually met Peter Gasparino in high school to fill out the trio. They remained good friends even after graduating college. Continue…
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tryingtofindava · 5 months ago
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OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!
With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW
Preatty please, love you baby
── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! 𝐒/𝐎
: ̗̀➛Back to Source
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INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.
srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)
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╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
You definitely got his eye when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)
But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didn’t seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.
You’re guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.
He thinks you’re too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.
He’s cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE… The only reason you’re alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that he’d tell you that ofc!!
“Do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Of course, you’re so handsome!!”
He likes that you agree he’s beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)
He’s possessive, and borderline obsessive. You’re his. And that’s that.
He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.
Double life points because you don’t even know he’s a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.
When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.
Typa guy who’d ask ‘where’s my hug at?’
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╰┈➤𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲
This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his… ‘work’ and honestly just everything.
You’re his safe space. His home.
He does think you’re a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his ‘I’m a hunter’ excuse will work.
He’d try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Tourette’s to make him tic and stutter put your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this ‘Y/n’ and ‘Schatz’ is.
“A-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuck…”
Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. He’ll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but it’s set in stone now.)
He likes that you’re nice to him, he feels so super duper special that he’s getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)
He’s ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, he’s not very experienced since he’s only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HE’S A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^
He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (He’s proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)
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╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤
When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. We’re carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask… you immediately compliment his cosplay.
“Ohhh, cool cosplay!!”
“What…?”
Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3
He’s a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, he’s the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not that’d you’d notice either way but… yh.
He’s a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, he’d hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you… (And if they do he’d take care of them for you)
He likes that you don’t question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.
But, that doesn’t stop you from questioning his eating habits…
Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldn’t feast on raw ‘animals’. Yeah… you bet your ass he’s not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And it’s gonna stay like that.
You’re too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.
But, he doesn’t get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.
He’s more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldn’t he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He can’t help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.
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wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3
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juniperdugong · 5 months ago
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Photobooth - Wonwoo
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WC: 2.8k || Genre: Fluff, Angst (?) || Ooo they crushing on each other
A/N: We'll call this a late bday present for him lol lotsa fluff, is this also angst? Idk. This is the song I had on repeat writing this, Imagine it during the climax
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You and Wonwoo had hung around the same people for a while, your friend groups slowly merging before you could comprehend it. So it wasn't exactly a surprise that you'd see him here tonight but you're trying your best not to look in his direction all the same.
You guys haven't talked much... or really at all without someone else in the group being there. It's a given seeing as you're both on the introverted side anyway.
Over time you've grown to welcome seeing his face at a party or in a crowd and you've developed a little bit of a crush, one that you definitely did not mean to create. But really who could blame you?
It was Wonwoo. And the way his messy hair hung so perfectly over his face. How his glasses would fog up on occasion. And god... the way he'd lift his shirt up just a tad to wipe them. You might be insane for the thought but there's no way someone that attractive isn't getting gawked at 24/7, like clockwork.
And that's exactly what you're trying to hide as he sits across the table from you. You're drinking more than you had before he got here and you can feel the heat in your face as the buzz sets in. You've been avoiding his eyes as best you can, but you can't help noticing that he's been looking at you very intently since he sat down.
Wonwoo's been nursing a beer for the past 30 minutes, his face still slightly red from the pregame he and the boys did at the previous bar. Now he's sat in front of you. Purposefully he had pushed Dokeyom out of the way to get this seat but now that he was here he had zero idea of how to approach you. He's been trying to catch your eye the entire time but you haven't looked his way once. He goes to speak but is interrupted.
"Guys! I have a great idea!" Your friend stands up to address the table, the fact that most of you are completely out of it only makes it so that several people are cheering her on the moment she rises. "Let's go to a photo booth shop!"
In minutes someone's already handled the bill; No one cares to ask questions this far into the night. And your posse is perusing the streets looking like a bunch of fucked up college students; Not exactly wrong but not right either.
You're hanging back in the pack like you usually do. The cold air hitting your warm face feels so good that you have to close your eyes to take in the feeling. "Hey." You're startled from your daze as you see Wonwoo pull back and wait for you to catch up to him, "The night air?"
"Yeah, feels nice." The silence grows between you two as you continue walking side by side. Neither of you can tell if the heat you're feeling is from the drinks or from the intense blush you feel coming on but both of you are glad that tonight is breezy, the air serving to calm down some nerves. The last time you were alone was that night.
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Not too dissimilar from tonight actually. A bunch of your friends were hanging out at a camping-themed cafe where you could sit around a fireplace. Due to how many of you there were several campfires were taken up.
You and Wonwoo sat a few chairs away from each other, by coincidence you had ended up in this smaller group as a close friend also sat here. It didn't take long for either of you to notice the other. Small glances back and forth and flickering smiles when you caught each other's eye.
Somewhere along the way, almost everyone got up to go and order more food, and as people trickled over to the counter you and Wonwoo were eventually left alone.
The tension was thick with unspoken attraction and you were both waiting for the other to make any moves. Finally, with a lump caught in his throat, Wonwoo got up and sat in the chair next to you. "Y/n, right?" You gave a little nod and chuckled, "Yeah and you're Wonwoo?". "Yep, exactly right."
You guys kept talking and talking the entire night, the conversation never dipping into silence or awkwardness, it felt like you could be here forever and never get bored. It all seemed to come naturally with Wonwoo.
Even once your friends came back the chatting didn't stop. Some of them eye the way you guys had gotten close within a matter of minutes, smirks as they could see the connection forming before their eyes. The way that with each new topic, you guys somehow managed to get physically closer. Scooting your chair to hear him better. Wonwoo leaning in subconsciously as you ramble. Both of you are practically knee to knee by the end of it.
More and more of your group dispersed as it got later in the night but you both were too enthralled in conversation to notice anyone had left until it had gotten dark.
"It was nice talking, y/n." The way the moonlight and campfire gleaned on him made your heart race.
"Yeah, I had a lot of fun Wonwoo." His cheeks hurt from smiling so much and his chest burned whenever anything so much as a smirk was on your lips.
"I'll see you around?" You hoped he was talking sooner rather than later.
"Of course!" He held onto those words like a promise.
It wasn't until you both had gotten into your cars that you realized that you didn't get each other's numbers. Shit!
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It's been months since then. You've seen each other at other hangouts but neither of you had the guts to talk to the other again. Something ate at the confidence you had that night and you haven't been able to look him in the eye since. You'd never thought that you'd have a crush this intense at your age but something about Wonwoo made you feel like a highschooler again.
And he's been the same way, although a bit more direct than you. Every time he's seen you since then he'd try to get closer to you, at least be near you to quench his thirsty lovesick heart with your voice... Even if it's not directed towards him. Just staring at you made him flutter, honestly. He's been festering on these feelings for a while, even since before that night if he was being honest, but every time after that his tongue hasn't been able to form coherent sentences around you. It's like a curse.
A curse that it seems some alcohol can quell, at least for a little bit.
"We haven't talked much, have we?" He starts, the shop is just around the corner yet right now he prayed that it was miles away so he could take his time.
"Nah, we haven't. Not since..."
"Not since the campfire?"
"Yeah."
"Hey! You two! Get inside!" A quaint smile forms on your lips as someone yells for you to hurry up. Wonwoo gives a small chuckle but bites his lip to suppress the touch of anger rising now that your conversation has been cut short.
As you get in you can already see that everyone takes charge in claiming different accessories and filing into photo booths in small groups. You didn't really feel up to taking photos, far too heated from Wonwoo's company from before. Looking around, you spot some fun sunglasses shaped like daisies. They were good enough for photos and who knows? Maybe sober you will like the outcome.
After grabbing the sunglasses you dip into an empty booth and begin going through all the different styles. You're slightly hiccuping and now you can definitely feel the alcohol kicking in.
"You mind?" You'd just settled on the only appealing style out of your choices, one obviously meant for couples, one surrounded by red and pink hearts. Of course, Wonwoo had to interrupt. You have half the mind to tell him you do mind jokingly but you're too swayed by him to joke right now, "Not at all."
Now you're sat squished up in the booth with him. The flush on your face could be explained by the drinks but it's more than likely getting redder due to Wonwoo's presence.
"Sorry, all the others were taken and I didn't want to be left out." An excuse, he'd seen you come in here and he was eager to talk to you again. Alcohol really did wonders for confidence.
"It's fine, really." You smiled a bit in his direction and suddenly his heart is thumping like a rabbit's foot. "I don't even like taking photos..."
"Why not?"
"I never like how they come out."
Impossible, you're like the most beautiful person in the world, y/n. He can't even begin to comprehend your way of thinking. You were the most stunning thing in his field of view whenever you were around, how could pictures with you in them ever turn out bad?
"What?" Fuck Did he say that out loud?
"What?"
"Did you just *hiccup* call me beautiful? Wonwoo."
"I don't know." His eyes are wide and suddenly he feels as sober as a dog. He feigns innocence with a confused stare in your direction and thankfully your drunkenness takes him for his word.
"Wonwoo..." A numbness came over you that allowed for words to spill.
"Yeah, y/n?"
"I think I really like you." Great. Now he's sure he's completely sober. He turns to you, the sunglasses hiding your drowsy eyes as you lean against the side of the booth. And he's not even sure if you'll remember saying this. Great!
"You mean that?" Please say yes.
"Mean what?" You're completely out of it and he can see it, as quickly as he resigns to you forgetting what you said you speak again, "That I like you? I do mean that."
His jaw drops and he isn't sure what to do. Does he run away and grab one of the accessories that will cover the intense heat on his face? No, he doesn't want to leave you. Does he tell you he likes you back? No, that's in vain you're already not all here. Well, you are in a photo booth... He presses the START button.
"Will you be mad if I kiss you right now, y/n?"
You look at him with glazed-over doe eyes, letting the sunglasses slip off your face and fall to the floor. You didn't know if this was some sort of sick joke, a hallucination fueled by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, or worse a drunken mistake on his part. But it was too sudden a question for you to process the options in this state.
3...2...1...Say Cheese!
"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked-" He opens the curtain to the photo booth and is ready to get up. This was a bad idea. Nothing you said should mean anything to him but it doesn't keep from the pang of disappointment he feels. Suddenly your hand is gripping his wrist telling him to stay seated, and he does.
3...2...1...Give the Camera a wink!
Both of your hearts are racing. The tension of the moment suffocates you guys but you're too caught up to notice the heaving of your breaths. You grab his face with both your hands, trying your hardest to focus on just him. Your stupor makes it extremely hard but you persist with the small amount of soberness in your body.
It takes far too long for either of you to realize as your lips press together. The shock of plush lips lights you ablaze, it's as if someone held a flame to all the booze coursing through you. You're too far gone to know that you're the one that had leaned into him and not the other way around.
3...2...1...Blast off!
If Wonwoo's eyes could pop out of his skull they would. He's nearly out of the frame of the camera as you push up against him. Your brows furrow as you close your eyes getting more into the kiss and now he's feeling awkward with his eyes wide open. He thinks your focus might just be the cutest thing he's ever seen. God, you are all he wanted, huh? A smile creeps up on his lips before he lifts his glasses and deepens the kiss, placing a hand on the small of your back and using the other to gently wrap around the back of your neck.
3...2...1...Silly Faces!
Maybe it's all the drinks but both of you swear that the other's taste is addictive. Your hands travel from his face and down his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer. You're both hungry for each other, if any of the others saw it'd probably look like borderline cannabilism with how animalistic you were going at it. Mouths trying to trace the memory of each other onto the walls of your cheeks.
It was sensual yet innocent, any trace of lust replaced with an intense passion and love. You can vividly imagine the many kisses that you could share with Wonwoo in your lifetime. Pecks on the cheek, goodbye kisses as you leave the house, intense makeout sessions, all of it. All the little quiet moments of intimacy to the burning giant gestures of love, everything with Wonwoo. It's the only sober thought you think you've had all night.
3...2...1...Big Smile!
You release him from your grip, letting your hands rest on his shoulders. Wonwoo's arms hold you in place but loosen ever so slightly. Foreheads resting on each other you just take a minute to take it in. You let your eyes open and meet his, you feel his glasses fall on between you two.
"Sorry." You say as you back away, allowing his glasses to drop back down fully.
The silence is deafening. Outside you can hear as the rest of the group giggles and chatters on, oblivious to what's just happened. You wipe your mouth as you feel a slickness on your lips, your combined spit coating you both.
You're a lot more aware now. The kiss sobering you enough to maybe be able to remember this in the morning but you weren't confident in that thought.
While you're getting that realization Wonwoo's taken the liberty of doing the finishing steps on the photos. Printing 2 copies for each of you and inserting his own email when it asks him if he wants a video of the photo-taking process. Thankfully you weren't looking when he did that, hopefully, he can show you the video at a better time and you can reminisce on your first kiss.
You startle him as you stand up. A solemn look on your face at the thought of all of this being gone by tomorrow. You really wish you didn't drink tonight. That Wonwoo hadn't sat in front of you. That he hadn't stared at you with those eyes, the ones that made you so nervous that you had to chug drink after drink to just get a modicum of confidence. You wish that what happened in the booth had happened not because you were drunk but because you were ready.
He sees the look and wants to say something... anything if it'll make you feel better. He knows all too well that that look meant that you were regretting things.
You reach out to him, cupping his face in one of your hands and swiping at his cheek with your thumb before he can say anything. Biting your lip you look at him, the feelings are all too overwhelming right now.
"Hey Wonwoo, if you remember this in the morning... remind me of it so we can do it when we're sober sometime, yeah?"
With a slight nod, he leaned into your hand and gave a lingering kiss to your palm before watching you open the curtain and walk away. His eyes stayed glued on you through the window of the shop until the moment your taxi came. A hollow feeling overcoming him as the drunkenness sets in again, although he couldn't quite decipher if this down came from the drinks or from the pure ecstasy you gave and so quickly took away, maybe both.
He walked out of the shop, a group of high-schoolers giggling in merriment as they picked out their accessories and got into their booths. The thought of wherever his friends were was purely background noise at this point.
Getting out and into the cold air he stood with his back against the glass, clutching the photo strips in one hand and his phone in the other, he set an alarm.
"Remind y/n".
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A/N: I really really fucking like this one guys, smiling throughout the whole writing process. Also lovelies, for those of you reading Perfection pls know that the upcoming chapter has been delayed till next Saturday! Please reblog and comment your thoughts and as always my asks are open to any and all thoughts!
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DP×DC prompt. Pre-Dead on main. Soulmate Au.
Do clones have soulmates? And evil (depressed) future versions of yourself? Only phamily is allowed to know.
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Jason wasn’t particularly thrilled to have a soulmate. Of course, it was a rare phenomenon many wanted. But the presence of the tattoo did not guarantee a meeting with the fate promised man. The tattoo was more a clue than a commitment, according to Jason. Meeting a street rat like him would be a good way to form a brotherhood, but that doesn’t mean he could trust a stranger completely just because fate says so.
After he became Robin, owning a soulmate became undesirable. Jason once again made sure that it was best that they never meet. It would be safer for his human. Or rather, so Jason thought, until his inscription suddenly darkened and disappeared. Died. His solmate died, and there was nothing he could do. He knew it could happen, but somehow it hurt anyway. One person has only one soulmate for life. And he wasted his chance by not even trying to find his one.
He didn’t even have time to meet someone for whom fate has chosen this line:
Hoc est vivere bis, vita posse priore frui.
(It is to live twice, when you can enjoy recalling your former life)
And Now it didn’t matter. Would they be lovers, best friends, family? What kind of person was the one whom the universe associated with this quote?Jason is not meant to know.
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Todd was suffering from nightmares. No, to be more specific, he was experiencing a completely different life in a dream. A few days earlier, he had hallucinations in which his surroundings seemed to change the appearance of different eras for a few seconds. Strange glitch. Jason blamed the sleep deprivation that Red Robin must have given him through bite. But Robin didn’t know who the hell Red Robin was.
The search for a biological mother, death and resurrection. His work as a crime lord. His madness and envy to the red robin. It was so strange. Life in Gotham never allowed him to be a naive child like the idiots of Metropolis but those dream memories made him grow up to fast again. In an attempt to wash away this nightmare and this blood, Jason stands under a cold shower at five o'clock in the morning. And then he notices that his mark has changed. It looks like a tree crown now.
On top of the old grey line a neon-green quotes lit up in latin, but now Jason can read them without a dictionary:
1)Death pursues the man even as he flees from it.
2) Hail, Emperor, those who are about to die salute you.
3) There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.
When B tries to pat him on the shoulder after the patrol, Robin dodges. Too much has happened, or rather, too much should happen. These dreams are too real to be the result of fear toxin damage or something else. The feeling of betrayal and fear that comes when he just thinks about the damn clown is too intense. And now he's too weak to fight him. He doesn't have his gang or a more mature body, or even the confidence in Batman that allowed Robin to fly without a doubt.
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~You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart~
If you were loved by a man when he was alive, then the love of a ghost will be for you either a blessing or a curse. And if the spirit is not at rest because of his hatred for man, then there is no special sense to put up with the dead. They can hardly change their attitude. They don’t think critically. Maddie and Jack expound this theory on career day for Danny’s classmates. And they don’t understand why their boy looks at the presentation with horror.
Danny was fond of the quote on his wrist. It gave him hope many times even in the darkest of times.
~Fortis est ut mors dilectio / Love is strong as death~
Danny never listened to his parents' theories before. But what if they’re right? What if the ghosts of nature are just good liars and his ghost half convinced his human half that he’s still capable of emotion? Were these just residual memories of affection about family and friends that forced him to stay in Amity Park? Was it just his ghost obsession that told him a man behind his mark was important?
For the first time, when Jazz summons all the Phantoms to a weekly meeting, Danny does not seek excuses, but brings the matter up for a discussion.
Truly, it's no surprise to him that Dan’s tattoo is invariable. But it’s a bit of a surprise that Dani shares special human with them. Well, as ghosts, they have zero chance of actually spending their "lives" with the person behind words, so there’s no reason to be jealous of each other.
A lot of soulmates live their lives without each other, and it's not a tragedy. Or so Danny and Dani thought. Until Dan sarcastically notes during a family therapy session in Jazz’s room that their soulmate will not live to be fifteen either.
Their feelings or their absence will wait. Their soul mate is now in real danger, and this is far more important than the existential crisis of a few pieces of ectoplasm. This is the main problem. Jazz doesn’t agree, but honestly, the older sister has always been a bore. Danny panics and Dani also bursts into tears when Dan just shrugs his shoulders.
Danny: So you know who is our soulmate is, right? Dan: Of course I do. And I know the grave won’t hold him forever. Dani: So how is he..going to die? Dan: Murdered. By the Joker. I studied the case. Asked Vlad to still it for me. That was the beginning of the end, I think. So many broken bones and so much blood, and then the explosion. Not the best way to die. The only thing I regret is that I didn't stop playing the hero and kill that damn clown before it happened. It would solve so many problems. And why didn't I throw a temper tantrum a couple of days earlier instead of trying to get rid of my emotions first?
Danny: True. That shit didn't work anyway. Dan: Shut up. Dani: I was hoping that our soulmate would be happy even without us. Does this really have to happen? Isn't there anything we can do? Dan: Ask your time freak. But in my experience, anything connected to Phantom just doesn’t get a happy ending.
~~~~~~They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing~~~~~~
Jazz is not surprised when after breakfast with her siblings she's asked to leave so they can talk to themselves alone. Dan: Well, shoot. What else do you want to know? Danny: Like you didn’t figure it out. All right. When you asked Vlad to separate your human half from ghost half, whether you really wanted to get rid of human emotions or.. Dan: Or did I try to kill myself? You are me. You must know the answer. Nobody's left. Could you live with the shame of not being able to save them? Dani: Um, that vile monster who made all this happen with out soulmate, it was still exist in your timeline? Dan: Yes. And Batman too. Even after Jason's death he didn’t get rid of the damn clown.
Danny: You were supposed to be there for him. Dan: I know. Dani: Did you at least avenge him? Dan: I tried. But his paranoid furry dad, with his backup plans for backup plans, was always getting in my way. Dani: Batman? Our soulmate is Robin? Danny: Come on, you terrorized the entire Amity Park, don’t tell me you’re scared of a man in a bat suit. You couldn't get rid of one person under bat's nose? Seriously? We're such a disgrace, man. Dan: Oh please, don’t be ridiculous. Danny: So why not? Dan: Because Batman is his father, like I said. You know how I work. Even if I had only come for Joker, there would be no guarantee that I wouldn't end up getting into a fight with this vigilante as well. Even if the bastard deserved a good beating, it would still be awkward if our soulmate returned to the world of the living and it turned out that this was not what he wanted, right? Danny: How thOughTfuL.
Dan:...I think I told you to shut up.
Danny: Yeah, yeah. So, what’s the plan? Dan: You do realize that if I go to Gotham, I won’t spare Joker or anyone who will try to hurt our bird? Danny: Well, if Сlockwork has a problem with it he should say it to my face. I’m not asking you to hold back. Not this time. Joker is not just a random guy or a ghost who can be talked out of his ideas. Better nip the problem in the bud. Dani: Yeah. We are ghost, so it's our nature to protect what belongs to us. And we are selfish because we are humans. We can’t hide it, well, from ourself, right? Danny: Um, right, but we think you should stay. It's too dangerous. Dani: But he's my soulmate too! Even if he doesn't get to know either of us, I also want to do something to help him. Someone has to serve as a distraction or be ready to help. I'm coming too. It's not up for discussion.
Dan: Just let her. She's just as stubborn as we are. We'll spend more time on pointless arguments than on the mission itself.
Danny: I hate it when you're right.
Dani: Now, should we tell Jazz about our weekend or? Danny: Good question.
~~~~~~ Jazz: Where are you guys going? Danny: To commit murder. Nothing brings families together faster, you know? Want to come with us? Jazz: Haha, very funny. Take me a burger on the way home. Dani: Okay. Dan: Oh, she's gonna kill us.
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OKAY SO this one has been cooking in my noggin for a while. you’re dating ford and he lets bill possess him but bill fucking hates you and wants to destroy everything about the relationship so he makes ford do some noncon to you if ykwim 👀💦
RICYTP_O)(+*_&)*Y&T THIS IS SO HNNGGG
tw // noncon, somno, implied billford, bill cipher sucks, ford pines fluff at the beginning thoo
bill most defintely did not get the appeal about you. ford is sooo obsessed with you and he loves egging his bad behavior on, but at the same time, he didn't get why ford likes you so much.
you giggle, sitting on ford's lap, watching him journal his findings. "why write that in invisible ink? it seems pretty important."
he kisses your shoulder, "to keep important information out of the wrong hands." you hum in understanding. the two of you sit in silence, letting your hearts beat together.
"i don't get it." you had just left and bill had decided that it was the right time to question ford.
ford continued working as bill sat on his shoulder, "get what."
"them! your little," he waves his hands. "toy? plaything?"
"partner." ford interjects, annoyed. "they're my partner. i don't take kindly to anyone calling (y/n) names."
bill raises his hands in mock surrender, "fine. fine. i just don't see what you see, sixer." he shrugs.
"(y/n) is.... someone who understands me. they're patient, kind, open, and loyal to a fault." he laughs a little to himself and bill frowns, feeling a surge of jealousy. ford's voice was full of love, every word he speaks of you felt honest and true.
"whatever you say, fordsy. a warm hole is a warm hole" bill shrugs and disappears before ford can retort.
ford is gonna spend all night thinking of ways to convince bill about you and urethra🤓! he's got it!!
"would you like to meet them?" ford moves his queen, looking up to see bill's eye wide in surprise.
"you sure you want to introduce me to your "partner", my muse?" bill mocks, but ford only smiles, continuing the chess match. silence fills the room, but bill's interest in you won, "how would we do this?"
they'll decide to let bill posses ford and meet you, not tell you about bill of course. ford didn't want you to freak out and leave him and bill was happy to play along with ford's lies.
repetitive knocks wake you up from your sleep. you look over to your alarm clock, blearily reading 1:22 AM. "what the hell." you mumble, rubbing your eyes. the knocks don't stop and you're forced out of bed. you look through the peephole and see a very familiar face.
"gooooood morning, cutie!" his voice was loud, echoing through the empty street. you shush him and pull him inside.
"stanford, it's 2 in the morning. what're you doing here." you fight a yawn, trying to sound stern.
"baby, come on, is it a crime to want to see my angel?" he takes a seat at your dining table, looking around your home like it's brand new.
you raise an eyebrow at the new nicknames, "are you okay? you're acting... weird." ford grins, abnormally.
"i think you're just tired." he waves off your concern, "let me stay over, baby. we'll have some fun." his grin stretches across his face, unnaturally. he stalks towards you and you slowly back away.
"ford, i think you should go." your voice wavers as you point to the door.
"noooo, i don't think so." his arm snaps out, grabbing you by the throat. you choke, digging your nails into his hand, "this is the thing sixer was impressed by? you?!?" he laughs, loud and manic. "a weak, useless, human." he spits, anger coursing through bill's mind.
hes soooo sillyyy. you're gonna end up passing out from the lack of airrr and then his original goal was to kill you, but... i mean a warm hole is a warm hole.
you could feel yourself getting stretched, legs held above and pressed against your chest. you hear a familar voice grunting above you. "h-hurts..." you moan, eyes slowly opening. ford's wide smile comes into view.
"sixer was right, you're realll open." he grinds against you. you feel tears stream down your face. he grins, bending over and dragging his tongue up your face. he licked up your tears, giggling. "you'll never forget this face ever again."
afterwards, you're laying there unconscious and bill's like.... damn.... you're kinda fun :))) he gets ford now
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Three demons are enough - Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy
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As a child, you ate the devil's fruit, allowing you to see what others could not. See demons. 
It happened a little after you befriended two boys who were a few years older than you were. However, they took you in for the time and taught you a lot of things. Plus, you had many adventures with them. 
But that was in the past, many years ago. Now you were a runaway. A pirate with your crew. You even had a pact with a demon. 
But now you traveled without him, since you had a fight. The demon was temperamental and something similar was afoot. But he was never gone for very long. Always just for a few days. You wore his mark and the symbol of your agreement on your shoulder in bright blue. 
After a long sail, you and the ship finally reached the island where you decided to stay for a few days. You wanted the crew to rest and regain their strength for the next voyage. 
You were walking through the streets thinking about your next steps, where to sail, what you would need, etc. when you passed a man. Normally, there would be nothing interesting about this if the man wasn't a demon. 
Plus, it wasn't like you saw a demon every third step. No, you didn't. They rarely appeared among humans, and most of the time it didn't mean anything good. 
As you passed the may, your gazes met for a moment and you looked into his golden eyes. That eye contact lasted for a second or so before you went your separate ways. Or so you thought. 
The demon turned behind you and watched you as you walked on. After all, it wasn't every day that a mere mortal got to know what he really was. 
As you walked through the city, you noticed several wanted posters with your image on them. You put your cape over your head to make yourself more recognizable, but it was too late. 
At your heels were bounty hunters, trying to appear inconspicuous, who followed you almost across the city, waiting for the right moment. 
You wanted to shake them off, and when you turned the corner, you took off running. Just as you crossed the street, however, three more hunters confronted you and prevented you from escaping. You were trapped. Nothing you couldn't handle. 
On the other side, you were cut off by the ones following you, and you were at a distinct disadvantage. You were ready to defend yourself when someone else joined you. That someone walked calmly up to you and you recognized the demon from before. But the others saw him as an ordinary human. 
The bounty hunters didn't care at all and rather pounced on you. Before they could get close enough to hurt you, however, the demon drew his black sword and within moments, almost everyone was lying dead on the ground. 
The demon then walked over to you, and at one point you were worried about what it was going to do. You were kind of expecting an attack or whatever, just not that he tipped his hat to you and took your hand gently.
"They won't bother you anymore," he said, kissing the back of your hand. 
"I... thank you..." you finally said, since you had no idea what to do. This was the first time this had ever happened to you. Finally, you slipped your hand out of his and thanked him once more before walking away. The demon didn't hold you in any way and just watched you like a hawk. 
Ever since that incident, you felt like the demon was watching you every step of the way. He made no secret of his presence, but he never once sought contact with you. He just watched you like a predator watches its prey. 
You stayed in the city for a few more days before the posse log finally set. During those days, you often explored the city, and of course, the demon was on your tail. Sure, it had a certain advantage that no bounty hunter could get at you.
One day, however, you'd had enough and decided to talk to the demon. You headed in his direction, wondering why he was following you. 
You caught him off guard and he measured you with his gaze before answering you. He didn't know many people like you who could just see his kind. Almost no one, actually. You were interesting in his eyes. That was why he wanted to protect you and find out more. 
But you weren't sure that was a good idea. You already had a pact with a demon who was jealous of even ordinary people. 
The golden-eyed demon understood your reticence and instead asked if he could travel by your side. You had already agreed to this and so Mihawk, as you later found out the demon's name, joined your crew. Or rather, your bodyguard of sorts. 
As before, Mihawk accompanied you every step of the way, only now he walked by your side. He behaved like a perfect gentleman. But you had no idea that was his way of courting.
Once again, you set out to sea with Mihawk at your side. You were in your cabin studying the charts when Mihawk brought you a cup of tea. You thanked him and continued to study the maps. 
The demon remained there, however, and when you asked him if he needed anything he got down on one knee in front of you and took your hand. He then asked if you would make a pact with him and at that moment he revealed his true form. 
Since it had been a while since he had travelled with you and the demon you had the original pact with was still nowhere in sight. Moreover, you had slowly developed a soft spot for him. For that reason, you finally agreed. 
You saw the look on his face as his eyes lit up at that and he smiled contentedly before he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand. A dark red demonic contract mark appeared where he kissed you, the center of it golden. 
You didn't cover the demonic marks on your body aboard your ship, but when there was a risk of someone else seeing them, you covered them. For the first mark, you were lucky it was on your shoulder where no one would normally see it. And you covered Mihawk's mark with your gloves. 
From this point on, the demon spent a lot more time with you, and was at almost every step you took, being much more attentive than before. 
Everything on board had sort of calmed down, and you had some time to do your work. You studied the maps and traced your route while Mihawk sat in the opposite chair, reading the latest newspaper. 
Among the maps, you noticed a rolled-up piece of parchment that already looked old. You picked it up and unfolded it. The ink was smudged in places, but it looked like a map of an island. 
The demon put the paper down, walked over to you and peered over your shoulder. He had a bad feeling about this. He felt a strange familiar demonic energy in the paper. 
You turned to him and decided you believed him. You were about to fold the scroll again when you touched the drawn island. 
The moment your fingers touched the map, everything around you blurred and it was as if you were inside the map. You were standing on what you thought was a deserted island until you heard a voice. 
You followed the sound further and very soon found that the island was inhabited by demons. But they were very friendly and led you to their captain. He was a red-haired demon who was very jovial and immediately invited you to have a drink. He seemed to light up when he saw you. 
But you declined his offer. You weren't going to drink until you got back to your ship. The demon pouted at your refusal, but there wasn't much he could do about it. All the while, he was talking to you like an old friend. As if you'd known each other since childhood. He even revealed that he was sorry you didn't remember him. But he was sure you would remember. 
But you didn't understand, at least not until he started telling you stories from his childhood and what you had been through during that time. At his words, you remembered everything he told you. 
"Shanks...?" You finally asked. At that moment the demon was overjoyed, as it was really him and he was glad you remembered. Shanks pulled you into his lap and put one arm around you. 
Slowly you lowered your defenses and began to reminisce about old adventures and what had happened during the time you hadn't seen each other. You even accepted the bucket of beer he offered you. 
You ended up having so much fun with Shanks and reminiscing and completely forgot about time and your original plan to get back to the ship. You were having a good time with the demon. 
Shanks was just in the middle of telling you about one of his stories at sea, when other members of his crew ran up to you, that another demon had appeared on the island. As soon as he heard that, the good humor drained from his expression and he immediately grew serious, ready to protect what was his. 
Shanks was ready to attack when Mihawk appeared among the demons. The other demons were making room for him to reach you. You were surprised at what he was doing there, and you had no idea who he was in the first place.
It wasn't until you blinked a few times and focused that you realized who it was. The hand with the mark on it was burning you pleasantly. At that moment, you also remembered what you were originally doing there and how you got there. You felt as if you'd forgotten it all in a moment. 
You immediately bypassed Shanks and walked over to Mihawk, to whom you apologized. You had no idea how you managed to forget him. However, he looked at you with complete understanding, knowing full well the effect the red-haired demon had on mortals. And to prevent a repeat of what had happened before, he stood protectively in front of you. His long black tail brushed against your ankle. 
"Hawkeye? What are you doing here? Long time no see. Come have a drink with me. To happy reunions. First Y/N and now you!" Shanks smiled warmly, recognizing his old friend and offering him a bucket of beer as well. 
The golden-eyed demon, however, insisted that you must return to the ship and therefore refused. Shanks tried to invite him a few more times, but he ended up letting you go with no problem, but with one small condition. He wanted to come with you. Which was fine with you as captain, especially since he was an old friend. 
You were quite shocked to return to the ship, and the two demons automatically stood protectively in front of you. The ship was in complete chaos. Body parts were flying amongst the members, and from a distance you could already hear the voice of the demon you had your first pact with. 
The clown's face formed in front of you as it noticed you and several emotions seemed to change in an instant. Joy at seeing you, shock at seeing another demon, and anger since he knew both of them so well. 
"Buggy!" Shanks smiled cheerfully at him. He was glad to see the clown after a long time and wanted to greet him properly. The clown, however, avoided him in an archway and took offence. How dare you invite two more demons onto the ship when you were his? And ones far more powerful than he was?
You were slowly growing tired of his talk. It went on and on. You knew it was no different with him, but everything had its limits. You got mad at him for not being there for so long, he had nothing to blame you for. And with that, you went to your quarters. 
You were in your quarters, you carefully rolled up the scroll from Shanks Island and put it in a safe place, put away the remaining maps, and collapsed into bed. Somehow too much had happened in a day, and now you were on a ship with not one or two demons, but three. 
As you rested, Buggy teleported to you. He had a big word that you should be grateful you had him. For letting you have a pact with him in the first place. 
But his big words were slowly fading into words of uncertainty and concern. He was afraid you'd trade him in for two other much stronger demons. He was afraid he wasn't strong enough or good enough. Finally, you saw him become a pile of misery. Without saying it outright, he missed you. 
You saw the state he was in, so you pulled him into your bed and hugged him. He melted completely in your arms and held you as his life depended on it. 
You made fun of him for being such a big baby. Before the clown could protest, however, you added that you missed him too, which made him cry. 
You could say sailing with three demons on board was never boring.
The deck was lively and the general atmosphere was happy. Buggy was running his circus, Shanks was drinking and Mihawk stood by you like a bodyguard. The clown finished one of his acts after a while and you started laughing. At that moment, the demons were sure they hadn't heard a nicer sound. 
But that didn't mean everything was bathed in sunshine and rainbows. You were stranded on a small island. The crew was celebrating and having fun. You were in your tent while Mihawk and Buggy were elsewhere. 
You were thinking about going to bed early when Shanks came to you. He brought you a drink, but you could see there was more to it than that. And it was true, as the red-haired demon asked you if you wanted to make a pact with him. 
He wanted to show you how powerful he was, so he showed you his true form, the air saturated with the power of his energy. You felt like you were drowning in his energy but in a nice way. 
Before you knew it, you agreed to the pact. The demon was absolutely delighted with your decision and leaned closer to you with a hungry expression.
With ease, he laid you down on the blankets and began showering your skin with light kisses. He started at your neck and slowly made his way to your chest, where he finally stopped and where you finally felt a pleasant burning sensation. There he placed his mark. 
Less than a minute later, the other two demons you had a pact with appeared there. Buggy immediately pulled Shanks away from you. You were theirs and no one else's. No other demon had any claim on you, especially not him. Mihawk hadn't expected this either and held you in his arms until you sobered up from the rush of all that demonic energy. 
"Just don't fight," you muttered, stepping on your tongue a few times in the process. Then you repeated it, feeling the demonic marks on your body burn. You didn't want them to fight. 
Since then, they've also tried harder and harder to get you all to themselves. Buggy's been putting on a show just for you. One time he was juggling his body parts, and you didn't like that, to be honest. 
It made the clown's head spin because, surprisingly, he was juggling his head and he collapsed to the ground. It was one of the few moments that made you cheer up and you just chuckled weakly before you got up and went to help him up. 
He was in a very bad mood about it though, as it didn't get the reaction he wanted. The best thing to do was to get down on your knees in front of him and beg him so you could just be his. 
You took him to you and hugged him while you stroked his hair. You knew very well what worked for him and what didn't. You promised him you wouldn't tell anyone about his failed performance and you kissed him on the nose.
You could see him wanting to argue about his nose, but after that kiss, he turned just as red as his nose and all that came out was a meaningless mumble.
Shanks was leaning on the railing with one arm, watching the action on deck. His eyes, however, more than the others, were glued on you. You were on deck, making sure things around you were running like clockwork. 
You were passing him when he pulled you close. He wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. That way you were there under him, hidden from all the worries and questions your crew had for you. He kissed your neck before he started to nuzzle his nose with your shoulder. 
When you were back in your cabin that evening, you were glad for some peace. Mihawk was there with you, and you suspected he had similar intentions to the others, but you didn't mind him so much. 
"Is it a little much to ask for a little peace?" You asked, hugging him. It wasn't a question you wanted answered, though. 
Mihawk actually had something in store for the two of you as well. He kissed you on the mark on your hand before leading you over to a small table where a wonderfully scented candlelit dinner he had prepared himself was laid out. 
He had also selected a delicious wine to go with the meal and finished it all off with a small gift, a gold subtle pendant. It was such an enjoyable evening. 
After dinner you sat next to each other, talked for a while and then just watched the sun go down. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop and you rested your head on his shoulder. 
Mihawk saw your tiredness, picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed where he laid you down. He covered you with the covers and when he tried to leave, you stopped him. Even on the threshold of sleep, you wished he'd stayed there with you. Who was he to refuse you? He sat on the edge of your bed and stroked your back until you fell asleep. And even after that, he stayed there with you, keeping an eye on you. 
You were in a new city, gathering supplies for your next voyage. You were perusing the grocery list for what you needed when a rather handsome young man approached you and began to flirt with you despite your disinterest. 
You ignored him and focused on your list even though he tried to ask you out for a drink. You had had quite enough as he was insistent when you got the impression someone was behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. 
The young man opened his mouth to say something else he offered when he paused and turned pale. He immediately shut his mouth, mumbled a quick goodbye on the fifth time he turned around and quickly walked away. 
At that moment, some unspoken contract or agreement was formed between the 3 demons to work together against all other suitors. 
With that, they slowly began to get along more, arranging things better between them and even arranged a big date with dinner and entertainment that was very hilarious. 
The Marines have been after you and your crew for some time now, and somehow you've managed to elude them. Unfortunately, your luck didn't last forever and their battleships caught up with you at sea and completely surrounded you. You were trapped. 
You tried to escape them on the ship, but their battleships damaged your ships so badly that you couldn't continue. You had your path cut off, and all the plans you made failed. 
And just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, the ocean's surface froze over, creating a flat surface to walk on. The captain and his best men disembarked from the main ship and called out to you. All they wanted was you. 
You were aware of that and you wanted to use it to save your crew. Despite their protests, you forbade them to follow you. You made a deal with the Marine captain that if you gave yourself up willingly, he would spare your crew. 
You stepped off the ship onto the frozen surface of the ocean and took a few steps forward as your crew tried to follow you. You just turned to them and met their gaze. You didn't want them to get hurt. They didn't deserve it. 
You had almost reached the midpoint between your ship and the Marine's when you noticed that the ice around your ship had disappeared and the water began to carry her away from you. 
You breathed a sigh of relief. You were glad the Marines had kept their word. 
The captain with whom you negotiated the freedom of your crew offered you another deal. If you defeated him and his two sub-captains, you would gain your freedom. You accepted because even though it was a long shot, it was a chance. 
You knew it would be an unfair fight, but you had no idea how much. Within minutes, you were knocked to your knees and the captain swung his sword at your head. 
You were breathing heavily, blood trickling into your eye from the wound on your forehead. You felt like it was the end of you. The marine captain smirked as he pronounced the death sentence on you, his hand already dropping his sword to your head. 
You had already closed your eyes when you heard the sound of two swords crossing. You opened your eyes and almost couldn't believe your eyes. You were no longer alone, and you had all three demons at your side as Mihawk blocked the one aimed at your neck with his sword. 
"Leave it to us now," Shanks smiled at you before looking at the marines, his gaze instantly narrowing. The demons all showed their true forms, releasing a surge of energy so powerful it made the weak marines faint. 
In addition, more demons began to appear around them, most of which you had the pleasure of getting to know. You knew Buggy's demons and even Shanks'. These demons took care of the smaller fish and even dragged a lot of them to hell. The rest of the survivors took their feet on their shoulders. 
Shanks took care of the captains and sub-captains and Buggy took care of the middling ones and at one point it looked like he had his own work cut out for him. 
Mihawk, meanwhile, stayed with you as a bodyguard and took you in his arms as his bride and walked calmly away with you to safety. You were so exhausted and had lost enough blood that it was no wonder you passed out in his arms. 
When you regained consciousness, you were lying on the bed with your wounds tended to. But you weren't lying there alone. Mihawk was lying on one side next to you with one arm around your waist. On the other side lay Shanks, and at your feet lay Buggy, but with his head separated from his body, resting in your lap. 
Again you lay back down with a smile on your lips. This was one of those rare moments when you had all three demons with you and none of them were arguing. Satisfied, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace again. 
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shigayokagayama · 2 years ago
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ritsu silly moments compilation
- getting up in the middle of the night to try to bend water because maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll randomly unlock his psychic powers
- having a mental breakdown in the middle of crossing the street and having a bunch of flashbacks while unlocking his joker arc but all the flashbacks are just people telling him how cool and smart he is
- getting a card with an address from a random stranger who knows his (brother’s) full name and address somehow telling him he’ll help him unlock his psychic powers, showing up to that location, it being normal ass apartment buildings, and instead of being like “oh im about to be kidnapped i need to get the fuck out of here” hes just like “wtf this isnt a lab this is an apartment complex you lied to me >:(”
- getting so stressed out about helping frame some kid for licking girls recorders that he actually unlocks his psychic powers
- meeting an evil spirit who claims he can help him control his psychic powers if he lets him posses him and going “sure, why not, seems legit” when the spirit is literally planning to take his body and not give it back
- threatening to fold a guys car in half for no fucking reason
- just going around beating the shit out of random middle school delinquents to. idk. grind for exp?
- meeting a kid with a giant wig and thinking that his brain is huge
- being confronted by his older brother and blasting him backwards with psychic powers then going “damn i missed :/” like what were you trying to do??? kill him???????
- being like “i HATE you nii-san >:( you mean NOTHING to me >:(” until he watches mob get the shit beat out of him then going “wait no i didnt mean it :(”
- seeing some guy picking on his older brother and trying to strangle him TO DEATH???
- some kid he met once while he was kidnapped by terrorists (who beat him into unconsciousness then sent an old man to the core of the earth) showing up at his door and trying to convince his parents they just won a free spa trip and just going with it for the bit i guess
- being so annoyed with reigen that he just lets an evil spirit bite him to get out of being dragged to future exorcism jobs
- standing on top of a roof surveying the ruined city created by his brothers emotional meltdown and saying “this is overkill”
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monimccoythings · 4 months ago
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Little Siren
This is an ask about Arlong x female human!singer reader. Don't ask me why but I always have a weak spot for the plain street musician rather than the big popstar. Ah, silly me. So, I pulled out this short drabble
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When Arlong saw something he liked, he usually got it. When Arlong wanted something, he pitied the soul who dared to get between him and his object of desire. Nobody could stop him, not even a puny human. Because once he set his eyes on something, he would split apart the earth to get it.
And you were no different.
What made you so special? You were just another human. Dirty, pathetic, weak. A street rat who was barely getting by themselves. But there was something about you that he desired to posses.
Your voice.
Since you were very little, all you had ever wanted to do was to sing. To reach people's hearts with your music and unite nations through your songs until their hearts were only one beating to the rythm.
You wrote your own lyrics, you learned to play the guitar. This was your biggest dream.
Usually, people wanted fame, wanted the stardom and the money, completely ignoring the pure joy one felt in their chest when they expressed themselves through a song. As you always said, as long as there was someone listening to you, it would all have been worth it.
When you came to this new town, you weren't really expecting to hit it big. You usually performed on the street, only attracting the attention of a few passerbys; but those who stayed and listened through the entirety of it always left with a smile on their faces, and that was more than enough for you.
That's when Arlong met you. He found himself drawn to your voice, you were like a siren, enchanting him. That was the moment he knew he must have you no matter what.
He would kidnap you. As any fishman pirate with his reputation would have done.
Another treasure to add to his pile. Another trophy to satisfy his endless greed.
Except... it felt different this time. Somehow he wasn't able to go through it.
The fearsome Arlong The Saw, terror of the East Blue, afraid of a simple human? He knew he would become a laughingstock back in Fishman Island if word got out. Yet everytime he tried to approach you, your music was enough to stop him in his tracks. He would be lurking in the shadows, completely still, just watching you like a dumb bitch. And when he snapped out of it, you were already gone.
So he vowed to return, and never leave until you belonged to him.
Each day he came, each day he hid in the sadows, plotting his next move but freezing whenever he heard your voice and looked into your eyes. And each day that passed he found the growing feeling in his chest getting bigger and bigger. It was terrifying, not that he would ever admit it. How a simple human had him entrapped with their voice.
You were also marveled by the mysterious stranger that never seemed to miss any of your performances. A fishman male, if the gills and webbed hands were any indication. You didn't know what his business was, watching you from the shadows; what you knew for sure was that he was enraptured by your music. And that filled you with joy known like any other. Fishmen and humankind had been on the verge of war for way too long.
You have been meaning to talk to him for a while now, but it seemed that everytime you finished, he retreated back into the shadows and disappeared. For someone so large, it was certainly impressive that he had managed to hid himself so well.
One day, curiosity got the best of you, and decided to follow him through the very dark alleway (and it was the middle of the day!), getting lost in a maze of streets you were starting to lose hope when you were rudely lifted by the neck and slamed against the wall.
"Well, look who it is. My little siren."
For a couple of seconds you couldn't speak, you couldn't breath, you couldn't look anywhere else than that angular face, letally serrated long nose, and frankly, the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.
"You had wandered too far from your little stage, siren. You don't want the big bad shark to eat you, do you?" His smile, full of teeth sharp as knives, was cruel and lacked any warmth. You wondered if you would end up like the cat in that saying. 'you know what they say about curiosity...'
Yet that old saying didn't stop you from speaking.
"Did you... like it? You... you always come... to see me."Your voice was hoarse, his grip on you was unrelenting. It kinda worried you he was going to crush your way of making a living.
You could see a speck of pink tint his cheeks and his angular jaw tensed. He obviously thought of himself as a master of camouflage and discretion.
He pulled away from you, retreating as if you had the plague. You understood, given humans previous treatment towards fishmankind and were extremely grateful of being able to recover your breath.
"It was midly entertaining." Arlong wanted so badly to sound dismissive and uncaring, to prove that your little show was not that much of a big deal. Just something to pass time. He had seen better. But he was growing nervous, and he hated being nervous. Hated feeling out of control, hated letting a human have the upper hand.
He should have just crushed your windpipes right then and there.
But instead, he turned around. Muttering a quiet threat about following him again; vowing to himself to put some distance before he succumbed to the lesser race and perfectly knowing he would be there the next day as well to watch you sing.
Because when Arlong wanted something he usually got it.
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Physique: Husky Build Height: 6'1" (1.85 m)
Pat Patterson (born Pierre Clermont; January 19, 1941 – December 2, 2020; aged 79) was a Canadian-American professional wrestler and producer, widely known for his long tenure in the professional wrestling promotion WWE, first as a wrestler, then as a creative consultant and producer ("booker"). He is recognized by the company as their first Intercontinental Champion and creator of the Royal Rumble match. He was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame as part of the class of 1996.
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I first became aware of Patterson when he and Gerald Brisco became onscreen stooges of Vince McMahon in 97. He had peeked my interest a little, then after his match with the Mean Street Posse where he took off his sweat shirt and started parodying Hulk Hogan’s flexing routine. I started putting my dick in a sleeper hold to the thought of him. It wasn’t until a few years later that I found out he was gay.
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A native of Quebec, Patterson came to the U.S. in 1962 to wrestle, though he didn’t speak any English. He wrestled for regional promotions before joining WWE in 1979 as a wrestler, referee, and commentator. After his wrestling career, he worked for WWE in many capacities, including as a referee and in promotions. He was described as McMahon's right-hand man and played a crucial role in the company's massive growth. Patterson was touted as the inaugural Intercontinental Champion, credited as the Royal Rumble creator, and often described as the first openly gay wrestler.
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Patterson came out as gay in the 1970s and acknowledged it on a WWE reality show in 2014. Patterson's longtime partner was Louie Dondero. Patterson said on WWE Legends' House he and Dondero were together for 40 years. Dondero died of a heart attack on June 28, 1998, the same night as King of the Ring. Patterson died of liver failure caused by a blood clot at a Miami, Florida, hospital on December 2, 2020.
Damn… The stories about this guy from WWE Ringboy scandal of 1992 to accusations of sexual misconduct and sexual assault with employees. Now all that is wrong, but If I was offered the 'push' from Patterson, I'd be world known. Just saying.
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