#jangoedmoves

[bloodthiirst]

"...Why does Fleet Admiral Akainu call you erotic?" ( @jangoedmoves , istg I had to i am so sorry)

» .......how about we stop talking for a little while. «

[waraxarcana]

@jangoedmoves asked: "So... Like... How far into the future can you see? Do you know how you die?" Unprompted (Always Accepting)

Hawkins stared at the man, trying so hard to keep his expression stoic despite the rage that built up within him. Oh, this gyrating hypnotist had managed to strike perhaps the most raw nerve the Magician possessed.

His death. Yes, his cards had predicted it. 99 times out of 100 readings in a row, in fact. Or at least his failure, and was that not the same? For a man looking to become King of the Pirates, one could only truly fail if they gave up or died. And he had no intention of giving up.

The Magician reversed. The Ten of Swords. The Emperor reversed.

He did not know when or where this downfall would occur, but the cards gave clear hints. There would be a betrayal. He would be defeated by an Emperor who was dominant and lacked discipline. With these clues, perhaps he could avoid his fate. For there had been a 1% chance of success. A very different reading that foretold his victory if he could get his hands on the power he needed.

He would avert his fate. Avert his death - his failure. That was the true power of the Pirate King. To laugh in the face of destiny and overcome even the cycle of death and rebirth, like Gol D. Roger had.

Hawkins, too, would defy the odds.

So, smothering his anger, he gave the man a deadpan look. "Why would I disclose such information to an inquisitive stranger? Especially when I much prefer to tell others about their own fates? Shall I have my cards peer into the future and predict your death? Though I foresee that asking the wrong man the wrong questions could easily result in it happening sooner rather than later."

[luvccubus]

continued from here. @jangoedmoves

❝ Huh? Since when? ❞

Cupid hadn't even considered asking before getting someone a gift before, much less one that they spent so much time && money designing. They'd never asked any of their family members before getting a gift, they simply gave the gift && moved on.

❝ If we show up in matching outfits && dance together, we'll definitely be the center of attention, ❞ Jango would be recognized for his skill in dance && Cupid would grab the attention of anyone they might deem attractive enough to spend the night with. Couple those things with free drinks && food && the pair would have their night completely set out for them.

They feigned hurt, pouting && casting their gaze away from their friend, ❝ If you don't wanna wear the gift I got ya' I guess ya' don't have to. Won't hurt my feelin's or anythin'... ❞

If Jango didn't want to match them, truly it was fine, they'd just thought that it'd be a cute idea && if he had a way to make their night more enjoyable, they'd listen. Though they would have been a tad miffed if he didn't even try the outfit on. Why had he reacted the way he did anyway...?

❝ Oh, my god, you're not used to gettin' gifts like this are you? Are ya' embarrassed or somethin'? ❞

[luvccubus]

❝ care to join me? ❞ ( @jangoedmoves )

for muses that are getting to know each other

Cupid's grin was so wide upon spotting their dear friend that their cheeks nearly ached with their joy. Not that they weren't pleased with their current friend group, but having someone outside of that, someone so different && notably human was thrilling. There was no pressure to conform to standards made up by cosmic deities or elder fae who hadn't left their ancient homes in centuries. Humans were just as cruel as the gods && yet Cupid could not help but love them.

❝ I'd love t' join ya'! ❞ They set their book to the side && popped up off of their seat (the seat they'd stolen from Jango), ❝ Where are we goin'? Dancin' again? ❞

❝ Ooh, wait a second, ❞ Cupid rushed to a nearby wall, where two garment bags hung, one significantly larger than the other. They folded one over their arm && held the other in one hand, using their free hand to unzip one of the bags partially. Inside, a entirely sequined red shirt underneath an equally as sequined red jacket with little black hearts all over it, ❝ I got us matchin' outfits! Well look just as good as any disco ball out there! People will eat it the fuck up. ❞

[youcancallmepapi]

@jangoedmoves liked for a starter

The crew was in high spirits, crates of rum cracked open inside the local pub of Foodvalten, laughter echoing like cannon fire as Shanks slipped out for some fresh air.

But then Shanks spotted him. He was new to the uniform, the crisp white coat of a lieutenant commander hanging a bit awkwardly on his frame. Tall, lanky, with those signature heart-shaped glasses and a chin beard that screamed "former pirate trying too hard to look official." Jango. The yonko'd heard whispers prior; the hypnotist from the Black Cat Pirates, turned coat after some run-in with the Straw Hats. With Luffy.

Shanks took a slow sip of rum, the burn steadying his thoughts as he leaned against the railing. If he was here, it meant eyes on them. Maybe a routine patrol, maybe something more. Either way, they couldn't afford to linger if word got back to headquarters. But charging in swords drawn? Nah, that wasn't the yonko's style. Better to play it smart, turn the tables.

"...Oi, Benn," Shanks murmured, not taking his eyes off the marine. "See that marine over there? The one with the glasses. Looks like he's got a story."

Benn exhaled a plume of smoke, following his captain's gaze. "Jango, eh? Word is he's got tricks up his sleeve. Hypnosis or some such nonsense. He's harmless, boss."

Shanks grinned, setting my mug down. "Perfect. Let's invite him. Nothing says 'friendly chat' like a round of drinks."

The crew quieted as Shanks motioned Jango over, his voice carrying over the waves with that easy authority. "Fancy running into you here, commander. You look like a man who could use a break from all that saluting. Care to join us for a drink?"

[seaoftheworst]

@jangoedmoves asked:

"Hey! Move with the groove! Let the music be your muse!" Jango is here! His dance is hypnic, as one might call it. "Come on, turn it up! Haha!"

Kuzan looked up at the sound of someone speaking enthusiastically, blinking in surprise at the sight of one of the newer marines that served under Hina... dancing? Did he want the Admiral to join? "I am not certain I will be graceful."

[a-musing-mixologist]

“Hey, that was pretty good! You got 16 sin points!” ( @jangoedmoves to Kid ))

Meme List because I forgot where these are from || Accepting

"What the hell is a sin point?" Why does he seem to attract these kinds of people? Don't they know who he is? Or do that many losers really have a death wish?

"Whatever they are, I have a lot more than that!"

[a-musing-mixologist]

“I just ate a whole jar of peanut butter. And it did nothing to fill the void.” ( @jangoedmoves to a muse of your choice ))

Random and Unhinged || Accepting

"And you're telling me this why?" Who even is this guy? He just wants to enjoy his booze in peace, hence choosing the table in the furthest reaches of the dim tavern.

"Do I look like your damn psychiatrist? Eugh, you even smell like peanut butter."